Well ... I try to make these things entertaining whenever I have the time and strength. You will only find this entertaining today if you enjoy reveling in my misery. This will be the Cliff Notes version, believe me, as long as I know it's going to get:
The phone rang and rang and rang last night, but I kept ignoring it. I knew it was Jeff ... and I'm 90% over that dude. But then again, it was Valentine's Day and he kept calling and calling. So like a dumbass ... I finally answer. And like a dumbass, I agree to go to his freakin' pad and talk to him. I reason ... at least I'll have someone to smoke a bowl with. Maybe I can get some closure. Whatever.
I had no intention of spending the night, but I fell asleep on the couch because I was exhausted from the 7 day work week and it was late.
The alarm didn't go off ... or someone shut it off before I got up.
I realize that I'm going to be late to get home, and I'm going to have explaining to do to my son about why I wasn't there when he woke up. And my little son will be late for school. *sigh* My son has gone so far as to say that if I would just leave Jeff alone, it would be okay with him if I dated either A) a 22 year old, or B) a woman. Well, he had a couple more stipulations, like they had to be stable and if it were a woman, she had to be a lipstick lesbian. No bulldykes as a step-mom for him!
Okay, great, I appreciate your lax rules, but I don't know where any 22 year olds or women are at the moment. I didn't go to hook up ... I just went to talk. But I know he won't be buying that, so...
I go downstairs and my car is gone. Impounded. Should have been moved by 7 AM. It's about 7:45.
There is no phone book in this apartment. Of course not. That would be too simple. With great difficulty, I start compiling the list of tow companies and finally track down my car.
No one has a car to take me to the impound lot. There are no buses that go that way. It is too far to walk.
Jeff is supposed to go to work and the guy is supposed to pick him up. But Jeff isn't outside when he gets there, so he leaves. That was my last hope for a ride.
I call the bank to make sure nothing is amiss. Well, there were something like $300 of fraud charges that had been removed from my account last month after my car had been broken into. For whatever reason, they were debited back last night. I call customer service and they say that I didn't mail back the claim forms. They promise to fax new ones but it might not get credited again for about 10 days. This means that the check for my son's school tuition will bounce if I get the car out. But, if I call the bank every morning for the next 10 days or so, I can get them to pay things on a piece by piece basis.
Oh gawd ... just kill me now!
I call a cab. They say 5-15 minutes. Thirty minutes later, they arrive. Another $10 to get to the impound lot.
I get to the impound lot and they tell me that I have to have a copy of my registration. Well, my registration was stolen by the people who broke into my car last month. There was a new copy that had just come at home, but it was not with me or the car. I offer to have my son fax it to them. No, they want the original. I start crying. They take pity on me and call the police and verify that I am the registered owner. But it takes a long time. And then after I pay the $170 to get my car after they have had it for about an hour and a half, they tell me it is lien sale day and there is no one to get the car for me. More waiting. While I'm waiting, everyone is calling to find out where the heck I am. Everyone is telling me I'm a dumbass. Thanks for your support. So I can see my car, it is about 20 feet away. I don't need anyone to retrieve it, I just need them to open the gate. That takes them forever.
And there is a parking ticket on the windshield for $65.
Jeff is terribly apologetic. I would like to blame him, but there is no one but myself to blame. I shouldn't have been over there in the first place. I shouldn't have gone so late and fallen asleep. I should have checked the parking signs. But I secretly blame him, too. Everytime I see this dude something bad happens. It is a sign...
And on my way out the door, I walk over to the couch to make sure I have all my stuff. He thinks I'm coming over there to say goodbye to him and plants a kiss square on my mouth. How can I even admit how much I enjoyed that? I need to be hospitalized for my own protection or something.
So ... the 17 hours I worked this weekend funded my moment of weakness, but my bills are still unpaid. I did see my "drug of choice" for Valentine's Day, but I didn't get laid (probably good) and nothing was resolved.
And I am in trouble at work, which I must deal with right now. Wish me luck!
It really sucks to be me today.
Love to you all,
~Suzy
The phone rang and rang and rang last night, but I kept ignoring it. I knew it was Jeff ... and I'm 90% over that dude. But then again, it was Valentine's Day and he kept calling and calling. So like a dumbass ... I finally answer. And like a dumbass, I agree to go to his freakin' pad and talk to him. I reason ... at least I'll have someone to smoke a bowl with. Maybe I can get some closure. Whatever.
I had no intention of spending the night, but I fell asleep on the couch because I was exhausted from the 7 day work week and it was late.
The alarm didn't go off ... or someone shut it off before I got up.
I realize that I'm going to be late to get home, and I'm going to have explaining to do to my son about why I wasn't there when he woke up. And my little son will be late for school. *sigh* My son has gone so far as to say that if I would just leave Jeff alone, it would be okay with him if I dated either A) a 22 year old, or B) a woman. Well, he had a couple more stipulations, like they had to be stable and if it were a woman, she had to be a lipstick lesbian. No bulldykes as a step-mom for him!
Okay, great, I appreciate your lax rules, but I don't know where any 22 year olds or women are at the moment. I didn't go to hook up ... I just went to talk. But I know he won't be buying that, so...
I go downstairs and my car is gone. Impounded. Should have been moved by 7 AM. It's about 7:45.
There is no phone book in this apartment. Of course not. That would be too simple. With great difficulty, I start compiling the list of tow companies and finally track down my car.
No one has a car to take me to the impound lot. There are no buses that go that way. It is too far to walk.
Jeff is supposed to go to work and the guy is supposed to pick him up. But Jeff isn't outside when he gets there, so he leaves. That was my last hope for a ride.
I call the bank to make sure nothing is amiss. Well, there were something like $300 of fraud charges that had been removed from my account last month after my car had been broken into. For whatever reason, they were debited back last night. I call customer service and they say that I didn't mail back the claim forms. They promise to fax new ones but it might not get credited again for about 10 days. This means that the check for my son's school tuition will bounce if I get the car out. But, if I call the bank every morning for the next 10 days or so, I can get them to pay things on a piece by piece basis.
Oh gawd ... just kill me now!
I call a cab. They say 5-15 minutes. Thirty minutes later, they arrive. Another $10 to get to the impound lot.
I get to the impound lot and they tell me that I have to have a copy of my registration. Well, my registration was stolen by the people who broke into my car last month. There was a new copy that had just come at home, but it was not with me or the car. I offer to have my son fax it to them. No, they want the original. I start crying. They take pity on me and call the police and verify that I am the registered owner. But it takes a long time. And then after I pay the $170 to get my car after they have had it for about an hour and a half, they tell me it is lien sale day and there is no one to get the car for me. More waiting. While I'm waiting, everyone is calling to find out where the heck I am. Everyone is telling me I'm a dumbass. Thanks for your support. So I can see my car, it is about 20 feet away. I don't need anyone to retrieve it, I just need them to open the gate. That takes them forever.
And there is a parking ticket on the windshield for $65.
Jeff is terribly apologetic. I would like to blame him, but there is no one but myself to blame. I shouldn't have been over there in the first place. I shouldn't have gone so late and fallen asleep. I should have checked the parking signs. But I secretly blame him, too. Everytime I see this dude something bad happens. It is a sign...
And on my way out the door, I walk over to the couch to make sure I have all my stuff. He thinks I'm coming over there to say goodbye to him and plants a kiss square on my mouth. How can I even admit how much I enjoyed that? I need to be hospitalized for my own protection or something.
So ... the 17 hours I worked this weekend funded my moment of weakness, but my bills are still unpaid. I did see my "drug of choice" for Valentine's Day, but I didn't get laid (probably good) and nothing was resolved.
And I am in trouble at work, which I must deal with right now. Wish me luck!
It really sucks to be me today.
Love to you all,
~Suzy
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Yes I was at Stephanie's sons party. Yea...BamBam is stupid... hopefully he will learn from this. Tell Stephanie and Cristal wad up. lol... what a small world!