And I can't believe I'm your man and I get to kiss you baby just because I can
I have an addiction. To Michael Buble. I know, it's awful, I'm going to have to go to rehab. And by go to rehab, I mean buy his CDs including his Christmas album because it will make me happy like my old Rat Pack Christmas CD did.
I'm definitely going a little nutters. I'm really depressed most of the time, I find myself so consumed by thoughts of leaving Memphis that I can't focus on my work, I generally just want to stay at home in bed and watch movies. And listen to Michael Buble because he makes me dancy and happy.
My car STILL isn't ready, and if you want to know the whole deal with that, here it goes...
Sept 30- I'm in the accident with crazy racist lady. Jeremy and his dad drive me home, I joke about getting a pimped out Caddy with 24'' chrome spinners
Oct 13- The shop starts work on my car, tells me it will be 10 days. The estimate is for $2600.
Oct 19- The shop calls and says they're going to have to order another part after all because the original has no more structural integrity, I OK another $200-50 on the estimate.
Oct 21- I call to check in, he tells me Tuesday, Wednesday morning at the latest. I get the final number and go, "Wait, that's higher than it ought to be." I call back to find out that he's actually gone ahead and put on a headlamp that I told him not to because Jeremy and I could do it for $50-75 cheaper.
Oct 24- I call in the morning and he tells me it's actually going to be later in the afternoon and I tell him that really sucks because I have class and work and I had already gotten a ride arranged. I take the night off work and get Lauren to drag me to the bank so I can get a cashiers check because, guess what, he doesn't take personal checks, only cash or cashiers checks. Because I'm going to walkin to fucking Frazier with $1500 in cash on me.
Later Oct 24- I call at 515 to find out they close at 5. Jerry makes more apologies, explains that there are other cars in front of me. I tell him I used to work at a shop, I can appreciate that there are other cars they're making more money on, but I took the night off work because he told me this morning the car would be ready. He promises it'll be ready tomorrow.
Oct 25- I haven't heard from him, but mom called and yelled at him about the fact that I can't get to work if I don't have a car. He says he'll put me in a rental, but that's not very helpful since I don't have extra money to put gas in the rental as I spent my extra money taking cabs all day Tuesday thinking I'd have my car back the next day and wouldn't have to spend another $50 on food and that sort of thing because I can't get back to my apartment.
So yeah, needless to say, I'm pretty pissed. I appreciate that he has the insurance company breathing down his back, but what he doesn't seem to understand is that it's the same insurance company I have and it's the same insurance company that recommended him after the first wreck. Well, his shop rather, as he is the new owner apparently. I can call and complain about the shop and the insurance company will listen; they won't care I didn't call something in because my car isn't covered so it won't seem strange that the car would be there without them knowing.
I spent about half an hour looking for my Latin folder last night and can't find it. It's gone. Vanished. That would be about half a semester's worth of work in there that I now have to magically re-do. Kenny's upset with me, and I would be, too. I was late to begin with and now I'm even worse off. The worst part is that I had kinda caught up and would have finished the rest of it today and it wouldn't have been a big deal, but now I'm right back where I started. Why do I even try?
It seems that the only thing going right at the moment is Jeremy, who is so amazing I really don't deserve him. He's taken me home after work every night even though it means coming all the way from Southaven back to the airport three hours after his shift ends, then in to midtown, and then back to Southaven. It's an entire extra hour's driving for him. He also went and picked up a battery for me since even though they put in a headlamp I didn't ask for, they neglected to put in a BATTERY that I didn't ask for. I mean, if you're going to put in anything I said I'd take care of... the car hasn't been turned over in almost a month!
But yeah, Jeremy
I'm definitely going a little nutters. I'm really depressed most of the time, I find myself so consumed by thoughts of leaving Memphis that I can't focus on my work, I generally just want to stay at home in bed and watch movies. And listen to Michael Buble because he makes me dancy and happy.
My car STILL isn't ready, and if you want to know the whole deal with that, here it goes...
Sept 30- I'm in the accident with crazy racist lady. Jeremy and his dad drive me home, I joke about getting a pimped out Caddy with 24'' chrome spinners
Oct 13- The shop starts work on my car, tells me it will be 10 days. The estimate is for $2600.
Oct 19- The shop calls and says they're going to have to order another part after all because the original has no more structural integrity, I OK another $200-50 on the estimate.
Oct 21- I call to check in, he tells me Tuesday, Wednesday morning at the latest. I get the final number and go, "Wait, that's higher than it ought to be." I call back to find out that he's actually gone ahead and put on a headlamp that I told him not to because Jeremy and I could do it for $50-75 cheaper.
Oct 24- I call in the morning and he tells me it's actually going to be later in the afternoon and I tell him that really sucks because I have class and work and I had already gotten a ride arranged. I take the night off work and get Lauren to drag me to the bank so I can get a cashiers check because, guess what, he doesn't take personal checks, only cash or cashiers checks. Because I'm going to walkin to fucking Frazier with $1500 in cash on me.
Later Oct 24- I call at 515 to find out they close at 5. Jerry makes more apologies, explains that there are other cars in front of me. I tell him I used to work at a shop, I can appreciate that there are other cars they're making more money on, but I took the night off work because he told me this morning the car would be ready. He promises it'll be ready tomorrow.
Oct 25- I haven't heard from him, but mom called and yelled at him about the fact that I can't get to work if I don't have a car. He says he'll put me in a rental, but that's not very helpful since I don't have extra money to put gas in the rental as I spent my extra money taking cabs all day Tuesday thinking I'd have my car back the next day and wouldn't have to spend another $50 on food and that sort of thing because I can't get back to my apartment.
So yeah, needless to say, I'm pretty pissed. I appreciate that he has the insurance company breathing down his back, but what he doesn't seem to understand is that it's the same insurance company I have and it's the same insurance company that recommended him after the first wreck. Well, his shop rather, as he is the new owner apparently. I can call and complain about the shop and the insurance company will listen; they won't care I didn't call something in because my car isn't covered so it won't seem strange that the car would be there without them knowing.
I spent about half an hour looking for my Latin folder last night and can't find it. It's gone. Vanished. That would be about half a semester's worth of work in there that I now have to magically re-do. Kenny's upset with me, and I would be, too. I was late to begin with and now I'm even worse off. The worst part is that I had kinda caught up and would have finished the rest of it today and it wouldn't have been a big deal, but now I'm right back where I started. Why do I even try?
It seems that the only thing going right at the moment is Jeremy, who is so amazing I really don't deserve him. He's taken me home after work every night even though it means coming all the way from Southaven back to the airport three hours after his shift ends, then in to midtown, and then back to Southaven. It's an entire extra hour's driving for him. He also went and picked up a battery for me since even though they put in a headlamp I didn't ask for, they neglected to put in a BATTERY that I didn't ask for. I mean, if you're going to put in anything I said I'd take care of... the car hasn't been turned over in almost a month!
But yeah, Jeremy