The Story So Far
Well, August hasn't been going so well up to this point. I imagine it will only get worse. Perhaps things will be SO good after this month, I have to endure a little bit of anger and frustration. It's pretty hard keeping my cool, I tell-you-what.
First of all, there's the story of my past two entries, complaining about damn Craigslist and how I can't post a simple ad for a casting call. It keeps getting deleted. Today marked the third damn time. Gettin' mighty sick of it. This is the smallest frustration. Check me out.
My car's out of commission. Happened on Wednesday afternoon. I was drivin' round the valley (stupid goddamn valley), and suddenly I'm having acceleration problems. Oh crap. I take it to Firestone, they send me elsewhere. So the guy looks at my car and says it's the transmission. Most of the problem is due to an electrical error that's been plaguing my car for nearly a year. And because it hasn't been solved, now my transmission is busted. So poor Alexandra has to come pick me up and take me home. The best is yet to come. I call the next day. Not only do they need to keep my car until Saturday, possibly even Tuesday, it's gonna cost me anywhere from $900 to $2500. Who loves that? I KNOW I DO!
So with no ride, I try to figure out what else I can do. I remember about my auto insurance...my brand-new policy was cancelled in May due to non-payment. Strange, I thinks to myself, I signed up for the auto-debit thingy. So how can they not have been paid? Oh well, I'll worry about it later. Er...three months later...it's too late to pay the balance and reinstate my prior policy. So I open a brand new one. For...what the fuck? Over a thousand dollars more?! Because of some "suspension period" before my policy was cancelled? No fucking way! Too bad. Gots to deal with it. So I pay the fuckers, and come home. Then start to think. And talk to Alexandra. She makes so much sense. I do some digging. Lo and behold - I most certainly WAS on the auto debit system. So how did my payment not go through? WELL, turns out AAA claims my bank turned down their payment request. Odd, I thinks. Never had a problem before. More than sufficient funds in there. This needs investigating! So I put on my investigating cap and make several calls to the bank and to AAA. I give my bank the exact date and amount of the alleged requested payment - my bank says there was never a request for payment! This is proved by my account statement, which would show any denied requests. Sure enough, they're right - there was never a request made for payment. Now I'm winning! I've got the fuckers. So I call AAA, "Hey, you guys never even TRIED to get that money. What gives, yo?" (in so many words of course). They says they'll call me back once they've looked into it. Meanwhile, why don't I fax them a copy of my bank statement saying there was no request? Sure I'll do that.
Hm...it's past five and they haven't called me. Office is closed for the weekend. Fuckers.
Gee...the fax number doesn't work. How peachy.
So now I have to wait until Monday to fix all this shit. Sweet Lord, I'm fucking angry and pissed off and depressed. There'd better be something damn good coming up around the bend. This is hell. Oh yeah, I nearly cleaned out my checking account to make the down payment on my new insurance policy. And I can't get more money till Monday. This fuckin' blows.
Interesting, huh?
Well, don't tell me I never cured your insomnia.
First of all, there's the story of my past two entries, complaining about damn Craigslist and how I can't post a simple ad for a casting call. It keeps getting deleted. Today marked the third damn time. Gettin' mighty sick of it. This is the smallest frustration. Check me out.
My car's out of commission. Happened on Wednesday afternoon. I was drivin' round the valley (stupid goddamn valley), and suddenly I'm having acceleration problems. Oh crap. I take it to Firestone, they send me elsewhere. So the guy looks at my car and says it's the transmission. Most of the problem is due to an electrical error that's been plaguing my car for nearly a year. And because it hasn't been solved, now my transmission is busted. So poor Alexandra has to come pick me up and take me home. The best is yet to come. I call the next day. Not only do they need to keep my car until Saturday, possibly even Tuesday, it's gonna cost me anywhere from $900 to $2500. Who loves that? I KNOW I DO!
So with no ride, I try to figure out what else I can do. I remember about my auto insurance...my brand-new policy was cancelled in May due to non-payment. Strange, I thinks to myself, I signed up for the auto-debit thingy. So how can they not have been paid? Oh well, I'll worry about it later. Er...three months later...it's too late to pay the balance and reinstate my prior policy. So I open a brand new one. For...what the fuck? Over a thousand dollars more?! Because of some "suspension period" before my policy was cancelled? No fucking way! Too bad. Gots to deal with it. So I pay the fuckers, and come home. Then start to think. And talk to Alexandra. She makes so much sense. I do some digging. Lo and behold - I most certainly WAS on the auto debit system. So how did my payment not go through? WELL, turns out AAA claims my bank turned down their payment request. Odd, I thinks. Never had a problem before. More than sufficient funds in there. This needs investigating! So I put on my investigating cap and make several calls to the bank and to AAA. I give my bank the exact date and amount of the alleged requested payment - my bank says there was never a request for payment! This is proved by my account statement, which would show any denied requests. Sure enough, they're right - there was never a request made for payment. Now I'm winning! I've got the fuckers. So I call AAA, "Hey, you guys never even TRIED to get that money. What gives, yo?" (in so many words of course). They says they'll call me back once they've looked into it. Meanwhile, why don't I fax them a copy of my bank statement saying there was no request? Sure I'll do that.
Hm...it's past five and they haven't called me. Office is closed for the weekend. Fuckers.
Gee...the fax number doesn't work. How peachy.
So now I have to wait until Monday to fix all this shit. Sweet Lord, I'm fucking angry and pissed off and depressed. There'd better be something damn good coming up around the bend. This is hell. Oh yeah, I nearly cleaned out my checking account to make the down payment on my new insurance policy. And I can't get more money till Monday. This fuckin' blows.
Interesting, huh?
Well, don't tell me I never cured your insomnia.