Forcible Vay K
So today was an asshole. Work was boring because I hit one of those "wait... what do they want me to do, again?" points. It always feels like the Sam Brown "New Job" book where the stick figure guy thinks that his job is to find out what his job is.
So then I got home to three pieces of falafel for dinner. My dad decided to eat my other four, which wouldn't have been so bad if he didn't practically gag when he explained how he didn't like them. THEN WHY DID YOU EAT MORE THAN HALF OF THEM!?!
Then I found out that I got a letter from the lawyer my insurance company assigned to me. I have to take a day off of work to meet her so she can see if I'd make "a good witness." So I'm feeling decreasingly optimistic about my chances there. I guess maybe she just wants to know just in case it comes to that. Whatever. I just want this behind me. The fucking accident happened over a year and a half ago, there's no reason to still be discussing this now. If I ever see the dumb old lady that hit me again, I am going to accident her face!
And no one will ever be as upset about having to take a day off of work as me. I think that's probably what I'm most angry at. A day of work is, like, a lot of da money and I could use me some of that, especially if car insurance, a lawsuit, and Drexel bills are going to send me into crippling poverty.
(This ample parking post was so livejournal (for me anyway), I had to put it here too)
So then I got home to three pieces of falafel for dinner. My dad decided to eat my other four, which wouldn't have been so bad if he didn't practically gag when he explained how he didn't like them. THEN WHY DID YOU EAT MORE THAN HALF OF THEM!?!
Then I found out that I got a letter from the lawyer my insurance company assigned to me. I have to take a day off of work to meet her so she can see if I'd make "a good witness." So I'm feeling decreasingly optimistic about my chances there. I guess maybe she just wants to know just in case it comes to that. Whatever. I just want this behind me. The fucking accident happened over a year and a half ago, there's no reason to still be discussing this now. If I ever see the dumb old lady that hit me again, I am going to accident her face!
And no one will ever be as upset about having to take a day off of work as me. I think that's probably what I'm most angry at. A day of work is, like, a lot of da money and I could use me some of that, especially if car insurance, a lawsuit, and Drexel bills are going to send me into crippling poverty.
(This ample parking post was so livejournal (for me anyway), I had to put it here too)