Bad week
Want to hear about my shitty WEEK?!
Ok so on Saturday (10/17) it starts off with me waking up from a nap and having diarrhea and having to go to work. I down two Immodiums, suck it up and proceed to have a fucktacularly busy day. Sunday was ok except for the fact that I get out at 1am and have a 10am class meaning I have to get up at 8am for parking at fucking CSUN. So I wake up at 8 to pack and leave. I leave around 8:30 because I am so fucking tired. Drive to CSUN, take a detour because there is construction. While waiting at a stoplight, some bitch cuts me off. I honk. We come to a stop sign AND MY BRAKES FAIL ME. I hit her car. We both get out and I'm trying my hardest not to cry. She asks for my info and give it to her. I get mad at my car and kick it. Then I proceed to cry. Not weep, fucking ball. She said she will call with an estimate to fix her scratched car. She leaves. I find parking. I throw a crying mess of a fit in my car. When I get out a nice girl parked next to me also gets out and asks me if I'm okay. We talk while walking to class. It was nice and made me feel better.
I get out of class and guess who is parked behind my car, but The BITCH. She was going to leave me a note saying my insurance was expired. It wasn't. She pisses me off even more and I start to cry again and I'm almost late for class. I get there trying not to cry even more.
Then me and The BITCH set up an appointment to pay the estimate that the body shop quoted her to fix the scratch on her car. FUCKING $585 . Fuck that shit. My mom and I go over to her apartment to talk with her. My mom wants to see the damage since she will be paying and she is the owner of my car. She flat out refuses to. She only offers to show her pictures. Then my mom offers her to look for other place that will quote her a better price, but again she says no. Then we see why the body shop quoted her $585 and it's because they want to replace the bumper! WTF!? No. We storm off (I'm crying again). She threatens to call the insurance company at 12 pm the next day if we don't have a quote for her.
So Tuesday rolls around. I have a looooong ass day. 11am-5pm. 12 comes around and she hasn't called or anything. My mom and I have both decided by then to call the insurance company. I do, they take my statement and I beat that bitch to her own game. The has the gal to try calling me during class. I ignore her calls and she finally texts me. She says she'll report me to her insurance company at 7pm. I text her back, 'I already did. I'm in class.' I haven't her from her since. BTW she was Armenian. (No offense Edward)
So Wednesday comes and I have 1 midterm and 1 test. I wake up, sit up and feel a nasty pain in my stomach. This can only mean on thing, diarrhea, again. I have no Immodium either. I need to get to school so I can take my tests! I grow balls, go across the street to the Korean market and buy some. Then I go to school. Then I go to work. Thursday was ok.
Friday was ok except in the middle of writing a word on the written portion of my midterm, my pen ran out of ink. No pencil allowed and that was all I had. Luckily my friend was sitting next to me and I borrowed a pen from her. Then I went to work.
Sunday I got a flu shot. Then I went to work.
Ok so on Saturday (10/17) it starts off with me waking up from a nap and having diarrhea and having to go to work. I down two Immodiums, suck it up and proceed to have a fucktacularly busy day. Sunday was ok except for the fact that I get out at 1am and have a 10am class meaning I have to get up at 8am for parking at fucking CSUN. So I wake up at 8 to pack and leave. I leave around 8:30 because I am so fucking tired. Drive to CSUN, take a detour because there is construction. While waiting at a stoplight, some bitch cuts me off. I honk. We come to a stop sign AND MY BRAKES FAIL ME. I hit her car. We both get out and I'm trying my hardest not to cry. She asks for my info and give it to her. I get mad at my car and kick it. Then I proceed to cry. Not weep, fucking ball. She said she will call with an estimate to fix her scratched car. She leaves. I find parking. I throw a crying mess of a fit in my car. When I get out a nice girl parked next to me also gets out and asks me if I'm okay. We talk while walking to class. It was nice and made me feel better.
I get out of class and guess who is parked behind my car, but The BITCH. She was going to leave me a note saying my insurance was expired. It wasn't. She pisses me off even more and I start to cry again and I'm almost late for class. I get there trying not to cry even more.
Then me and The BITCH set up an appointment to pay the estimate that the body shop quoted her to fix the scratch on her car. FUCKING $585 . Fuck that shit. My mom and I go over to her apartment to talk with her. My mom wants to see the damage since she will be paying and she is the owner of my car. She flat out refuses to. She only offers to show her pictures. Then my mom offers her to look for other place that will quote her a better price, but again she says no. Then we see why the body shop quoted her $585 and it's because they want to replace the bumper! WTF!? No. We storm off (I'm crying again). She threatens to call the insurance company at 12 pm the next day if we don't have a quote for her.
So Tuesday rolls around. I have a looooong ass day. 11am-5pm. 12 comes around and she hasn't called or anything. My mom and I have both decided by then to call the insurance company. I do, they take my statement and I beat that bitch to her own game. The has the gal to try calling me during class. I ignore her calls and she finally texts me. She says she'll report me to her insurance company at 7pm. I text her back, 'I already did. I'm in class.' I haven't her from her since. BTW she was Armenian. (No offense Edward)
So Wednesday comes and I have 1 midterm and 1 test. I wake up, sit up and feel a nasty pain in my stomach. This can only mean on thing, diarrhea, again. I have no Immodium either. I need to get to school so I can take my tests! I grow balls, go across the street to the Korean market and buy some. Then I go to school. Then I go to work. Thursday was ok.
Friday was ok except in the middle of writing a word on the written portion of my midterm, my pen ran out of ink. No pencil allowed and that was all I had. Luckily my friend was sitting next to me and I borrowed a pen from her. Then I went to work.
Sunday I got a flu shot. Then I went to work.