I'm an absolute fucking wreck.
1. My meds are at work. I am at home. My legs are too torn up to bike. Fuck, they're almost too torn up to walk.
2. I have $53 to last me till Thursday, which would normally not be a problem except...
3. The people that run the apartments I live in towed my car with no warning. Yeah, it was parked in two spaces, but this is my fault AND theirs. If they hadn't plowed 10 feet of snow near it, I wouldn't have had to park there. Yeah, when the massive ice drift right behind it melted (only last week), I should have gotten a new battery for it, but I didn't. My bad. But, my car has a parking pass on it which indicates who owns it, before they made all the calls to have it towed, they COULD have called me to let me take care of it. Have it towed to a garage or something instead.
So the old battery is right behind me. From Internet shopping, I realize the new one will run me about $60. Ok, I can come up with the extra $7 somewhere. It's probably under the couch. But, I still need to pay for the tow and the impound, which I've yet to calculate in my state of frustration. Then, I need to get all the way to the impound on Hamilton road, which is another logistics nightmare altogether.
So the car will sit there till Thursday, when I get paid, probably $100-$200 to get the thing back, because of the belligerent cunt that decided to have it towed. Oh yeah, did I mention the CRAP I got after I went to the rental office? The poor guy who was working there had to listen to her screaming at him over the phone, I could hear her yelling 10 feet away.
I just can't deal with this without drugs. I'm sick of being alone here in a city with no family. But then again, I really don't have one anywhere in particular anymore. Erf.
1. My meds are at work. I am at home. My legs are too torn up to bike. Fuck, they're almost too torn up to walk.
2. I have $53 to last me till Thursday, which would normally not be a problem except...
3. The people that run the apartments I live in towed my car with no warning. Yeah, it was parked in two spaces, but this is my fault AND theirs. If they hadn't plowed 10 feet of snow near it, I wouldn't have had to park there. Yeah, when the massive ice drift right behind it melted (only last week), I should have gotten a new battery for it, but I didn't. My bad. But, my car has a parking pass on it which indicates who owns it, before they made all the calls to have it towed, they COULD have called me to let me take care of it. Have it towed to a garage or something instead.
So the old battery is right behind me. From Internet shopping, I realize the new one will run me about $60. Ok, I can come up with the extra $7 somewhere. It's probably under the couch. But, I still need to pay for the tow and the impound, which I've yet to calculate in my state of frustration. Then, I need to get all the way to the impound on Hamilton road, which is another logistics nightmare altogether.
So the car will sit there till Thursday, when I get paid, probably $100-$200 to get the thing back, because of the belligerent cunt that decided to have it towed. Oh yeah, did I mention the CRAP I got after I went to the rental office? The poor guy who was working there had to listen to her screaming at him over the phone, I could hear her yelling 10 feet away.
I just can't deal with this without drugs. I'm sick of being alone here in a city with no family. But then again, I really don't have one anywhere in particular anymore. Erf.