2012 is already so damn fired
Jan. 5th, 2012 11:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
doomandnachos
Step forward...step back.
I got my first full month's check from my new job last week, and exulted in having a decent amount of money in the bank for the first time in ages. I even did something I've been dying to do - buy a brand-new, never-been-owned-by-anyone-else doll for myself.
Then Tuesday morning, I go out to start my car, and my quiet little Pontiac Grand Am roars to life like there's a Harley engine in there. And does not stop roaring. From the sound of my car, you would think I just drove it off the lot of the shadiest used-car emporium in the tri-state area while a oily fellow called Honest Bob took my money and ran for Tijuana.
So, being a responsible car owner (and, frankly, too embarrassed to drive it around while probably breaking city noise ordinances), I take it to a repair shop.
And find out that some absolute pindicked weaseling bastard had stolen the catalytic converter. Rolled under my car in the middle of the night and cut it off to sell at a scrapyard.
So now I have spent waaay too much time on the phone, filled out waaay too many forms, and will have to spend waaay too much money to get it replaced.
At least my insurance will chip in a bit, and cover most of my rental car expenses. They'd probably cover it all, had I not opted to get every form of insurance Enterprise Rent-a-Car offered. I was too terrified of the same bastard(s) stealing something off the rental to not get full coverage.
I swear, every time I think "hey, I can finally start paying off my debts for real", something utterly absurd happens to set me right back. It's just so damn frustrating.
In slightly happier news, Joe texted me this afternoon to say that my new doll had arrived, and the police were patrolling around our apartment complex. I don't expect the thief/thieves to ever be caught, but hopefully it doesn't happen again.
And I have a new Pullip to play with. SO PRETTY.
I got my first full month's check from my new job last week, and exulted in having a decent amount of money in the bank for the first time in ages. I even did something I've been dying to do - buy a brand-new, never-been-owned-by-anyone-else doll for myself.
Then Tuesday morning, I go out to start my car, and my quiet little Pontiac Grand Am roars to life like there's a Harley engine in there. And does not stop roaring. From the sound of my car, you would think I just drove it off the lot of the shadiest used-car emporium in the tri-state area while a oily fellow called Honest Bob took my money and ran for Tijuana.
So, being a responsible car owner (and, frankly, too embarrassed to drive it around while probably breaking city noise ordinances), I take it to a repair shop.
And find out that some absolute pindicked weaseling bastard had stolen the catalytic converter. Rolled under my car in the middle of the night and cut it off to sell at a scrapyard.
So now I have spent waaay too much time on the phone, filled out waaay too many forms, and will have to spend waaay too much money to get it replaced.
At least my insurance will chip in a bit, and cover most of my rental car expenses. They'd probably cover it all, had I not opted to get every form of insurance Enterprise Rent-a-Car offered. I was too terrified of the same bastard(s) stealing something off the rental to not get full coverage.
I swear, every time I think "hey, I can finally start paying off my debts for real", something utterly absurd happens to set me right back. It's just so damn frustrating.
In slightly happier news, Joe texted me this afternoon to say that my new doll had arrived, and the police were patrolling around our apartment complex. I don't expect the thief/thieves to ever be caught, but hopefully it doesn't happen again.
And I have a new Pullip to play with. SO PRETTY.
