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So, you know how my car got into an amazing accident back in June when I was up at the village of my Alma Mater for a wedding? My boyfriend got away with a scratch? Remember?

Okay, it took exactly 90 days to get my car back from the shop in Mount Vernon where the Insurance Company said it had to be fixed. (Now, I live about an hour and a half drive from Mount Vernon, so it was more than a little bit inconvenient) 90 friggin' days. Also, in total, there was $10,783 of damage done to it. Let's forget that the car is worth about $12,000 in trade, so almost the entire value of the car was put back into it. ALSO! The Insurance Company said they would total the car if the car's repairs cost them $10,000.

Okay now. With over $10,000 in damage to the car, and the 90 day wait, AND the $700 I had to shell out for the rental car, I was a little bit more than pissed to find out that :::
1) The back driver's side door is not flush with the car.
2) The locks on the driver's side doors are wonky.
3) The car rattles and creaks like a motherfucker.
4) The back right set of lights is completely out.
5) The driver's side floor has been soaking wet for a week, underneath the snap-in floormats.

Fun, right? So, I am going to call my insurance company, because, frankly, I can live with 1-3, and 4 will be fine to fix, but the driver's side floor of the car being so soaked that I have to wipe my dripping hand off once checking it? Yeah, that's a problem.

Also, I have one day off a week, so it's a bit difficult to drive up to Mount Vernon on that one day off and wait for them to fix it. ALSO! I don't know if I can afford to get my car fixed right now. It's not covered under my 5-year Volkswagen warranty (which runs out in August of 2006 - yeah, this was a new car), and I don't know what the Insurance Company and the body shop are going to say about this.

The other thing that pisses me off is that I have been working my butt off at the station doing events and such to make $650 towards my next tattoo, and now it looks like it's going towards the car. Fun stuff, eh?

Fuckers.