Thursday, January 05, 2006

Happy New Year

Okay, I know it's been a minute but life has been chaotic, I've been stressed out, and not in the mood to talk or write about it. Life is still somewhat chaotic and I'm still a little stressed out, but I've accepted the drama for what it is. I finally got my car back after a month of bullshit and red tape. My insurance company decided to pay the $7,000 it cost to fix it and I was grateful for that. Grateful because for the past few months, I've been trying to pay off bills and get myself financially squared away. Going out to get a new car and having a monthly payment would have put a severe damper on that plan. The car doesn't run or sound the same but I'm gonna drive that piece of shit till the wheels fall off! Or the engine blows up, whichever comes first. My insurance company sucks and my Claim rep was sent by the devil to torment me. Yup, that's my story and I'm sticking to it!
In other news, a few weeks back it started raining where I live. I went out one night and when I got home, I crashed out in my warm, soft bed. I woke up about 4 hours later with a headache and a huge puddle of water at the foot of my bed. My roof had a slow leak that was quickly spreading to other areas on the ceiling. After about an hour of trying to soak up the excess water with towels, I came up with the brilliant idea of taping trash bags to the ceiling. It worked because my bedroom ceiling is sloped so all of the water ran down to the wall. I didn't care. I don't sleep on the wall and I don't have $1,000 worth of bedsheets decorating it either. I'm probably going to develop some type of chronic respiratory disease from mildew trapped inside the trash bags, but at least I'll be fashionable when they find my body.
It's a new year and I'm done trying to fix things I'm incapable of fixing. If you know anything about me, then you know this is a huge and profound statement coming from the queen of drama, neurosis, and OCD. And anyway, there are a million other things I can fix that will feed the frenzy. LOL!

Friday, November 18, 2005

More bad "Carma"......

Okay, before I discuss the latest dramatic event in my life, I have an update on the last post. Shortly after my confession regarding my bad breaking up practices, I got a text message from the most recent victim. It was brief and to the point, and once again the guilt set in. I was so going to call him (or at the very least, send him a reply text) but then he had to go and screw it all up again by drinking and dialing me the next night. He didn't leave a message so technically I can't prove if he was under the influence or not, but it was 2 in the morning. Being a frequent user of cell phones after the consumption of alcohol myself, I immediately saw it for what it was. Needless to say, there still hasn't been any communication with this person on my part. On to yesterday.
I was on my way to my sister's house yesterday morning, and I got into a pretty bad accident on the freeway. I am not hurt (very sore, however) but my car is pretty much totaled. The most freakish part about it, was that I knew I was going to get hit before I actually did. My car was stopped and the guy behind me had to slam on his brakes but not before he rear ended me and I hit the car in front of me. I got on my cell phone and called 911 immediately. It was very weird being on the other end of an emergency but as a result of what I do for a living, I knew what information to give and remained very calm. I pulled over to the center divide so I was out of traffic and the guy that hit me did the same. Well as we're pulling over, the guy I hit took off in a blaze of glory! Again, as a result of my job, I figure he was unlicensed, uninsured, drunk, or all the above. The CHP got there shortly after (that's the state highway patrol, in case you're not from Cali) and I was on the phone with my brother-in-law explaining what happened. The officer immediately copped an attitude (no pun intended) and ordered me to get off the phone. Okay, I get that I have just been in an accident and that he needs my full attention but I really am not liking his tone. I got off the phone and gave him my license. I looked at the back of my car and was pleasantly surprised to see that there was minimal damage, definitely driveable. I step around to the front and realize that the whole front bumper is hanging by a thread. The trunk is smashed in and there is bright green fluid which I took to be from the radiator, pouring onto the freeway. The officer orders me and the other guy to cross over 4 lanes of rush hour traffic and pull over to the shoulder while he gets off the freeway and comes back around in the right direction. I don't think so. I was petrified to even start my car at this point, let alone drive back into traffic with my bumper dragging and leaking suspicious fluids. The officer came back around and ran a traffic break for us. We make it safely to the other side and I get out of my now hazmat car. I got yelled at again by the officer because he didn't like where I was standing while I was calling for roadside assistance. He tried to order me off the phone again and I told him no. He wasn't going to stand there all morning and make calls for me to get a tow truck, file a claim with my insurance company, etc. I was quite relieved when a few minutes later, an older and obviously more seasoned patrolman, showed up. I chatted it up with him for a little while and he helped me give directions to my wonderful co-worker who was nice enough to come pick me up and take me back into town after the tow truck arrived. Sadly, a few minutes later he had to go to another call, and I was once again left with the officer who had the personality of a bag of rocks! So now I've got the tow truck and my friend enroute. Bag of rocks boy told me to sit in my car while I waited. My friend shows up and pulls over to where we are. He got pissed off at her too and made her get off the next exit and wait for me there!!! To my relief, another officer got out of bag of rocks patrol car. I didn't realize it at the time, but he was there from the beginning. I'm chatting it at with him now and I tell him where I work. I also told him that officer bag of rocks isn't very nice and he should try to treat people a little better. He then divulges that bag of rocks is a little stressed out because he is in training and not doing so well. What a surprise that was! How bout charm school instead of the police academy? Just a thought. Bag or rocks finally makes his way over to me to get my statement, but not before I see him doing field sobriety tests on the other driver! Great. He ended up passing (probably with a 75%...LOL) and they sent him on his way in his car which was driveable). Bag of rocks asks for my registration which I don't have in the car, but I do have the old registration card showing my sister as the owner. I tell him if he just runs my license plate, he can get all the info. Come on people, I do this for a living. He is clearly not listening to me because he proceeds to have the dispatcher run the old license plate on the old registration card and then accuses me of not owning the car. I explained to him again that if he runs the damn plate that is on the car, he will realize that I do own the car. He runs the right plate and then tells me that I didn't give him the current registration. Duh asshole, I just got done telling you that! He gives me the report number and I told him that he didn't have to wait for the tow truck to arrive. I was so done with him! The tow truck finally gets there and I have my friend get back on the freeway to come pick me up. I call my insurance company and get that all squared away. I call the rental car place while I'm on my way back into town and dealt with the biggest moron ever. He tells me he has to call me back because he is with a customer and I'm like okay, do you want the phone number??? Yeah, you might be needing that! I get back into town and drop my car off at my auto body people (they know me well there) and they call the rental car place for me to come and pick me up because moron never bothered to call me back until we were pulled up in front of the store. Thanks for nothing. I get the rental car and now I am on my way to the hospital emergency room to get looked at. My chest felt like a hundred pound weight came down on it. I must have hit the steering wheel and my air bag didn't deploy. Why would it? This is my life we're talking about here. I walk into the emergency room and the first thing I smell is urine wafting through the air. Okay, it's probably just some really old, decrepid person that is incontinent. Oh no it isn't. It's a 400 pound woman who has the nerve to be walking around like it's all good! To add insult to injury, she is with a child that is about 10 years old (poor thing) and has the child calling a motel to argue with the desk clerk about a reservation they made. Well I'm in my town now, and I happen to know that this motel they're calling doesn't take reservations because it's a dive! The 400 pound lady kept walking around (I'm surprised she was able to walk) and everytime she did, a new round of urine would be spread around the air. Gross! I finally got seen and everything in my chest is fine. I'm fine and I'm truly grateful for that. Cars and other material posessions can be replaced, health and life cannot. I just had to share this story in hopes that everyone reading can always see the humor in the drama!

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Breaking up is hard to do....especially if you're me!

I am the absolute worst person at breaking things off with people. I hate it so much that most of the time, I don't do it. My way of breaking things off with someone is to just simply stop calling and not answering the phone when they call. The only "real breakup" I ever had to do ended with the other person going to jail and a restraining order. That could explain my being a little leery of giving someone the boot. The most recent episode of my refusal to break things off with someone properly took place last week. I started seeing someone shortly after my birthday (in fact, I met this person when I was in Tahoe celebrating my birthday). I wasn't really in that "dating mode" when he asked me out because someone who I really liked broke things off with me the day after my birthday! I forced myself to go out on the date because I was in severe need of an ego stroke. He was very nice and had his stuff together. That was it. No chemistry, no butterflies. Didn't I already discuss this in a previous post? Me being me, I ignored this and continued to date him anyway. Last week, I had to return a cat that I was pet sitting to its rightful owner. He wanted to see me so I told him he could come with me to drop the cat off and then we could go grab a bite. I hadn't eaten all day and I was starving. We go and drop the cat off to the owner, who happens to be one of my really good friends. I ask her where a certain restaurant near her house is and the plan was to go eat there. We get in the car (I was driving) and he's telling me to turn here and turn there and the next thing I know, we are way out of the way of where we are supposed to be going. So I ask him does he know where he's going and he says no. I asked him did he know I was having the shakes because I hadn't eaten for 12 hours. You know what this fool asked me? He asked me if I was hypoglycemic because that is a symptom. I wanted to slap him. Mainly the urge to slap him stemmed from the realization that I didn't like this guy enough to drive around lost while I was hungry. I didn't like this guy enough to tell him that night not to call me anymore, that I just wasn't feeling him. I didn't like this guy enough to say anything at all. I kept telling myself the next day that I was going to act like a grown up and tell him I didn't want to see him anymore the next time he called. (I realize if it was my true intent to do the grown up thing, I would've called him myself instead of waiting for him to call me.) When he calls the next day, I don't answer the phone. When he calls the day after that (a day that we had tentative plans), I don't answer and he leaves me a voice mail that I didn't particulary care for. Basically, he's dumping himself on my behalf in a tone of voice that I found to be irritating. He did ask for me to call him and confirm that he was in fact being dumped, which I never did do. I didn't think there was any point by then. I kicked myself for a couple of days thinking that I was a horrible person for not doing the right thing. But then I got to thinking, do you really have to break up with someone that you only dated for a few weeks? I mean, I suppose it's good practice to diplomatically break things off with people I date casually to prepare myself for the next real break up, but other than that purpose, is it really necessary? Feedback, please...especially from the men!

Friday, October 21, 2005

Sisterly love

Okay. I have been trying to keep my posts light hearted and not too personal, but I have to vent. I have a sister who is 5 years older than me and to say that we've never been close would be an understatement. I know I have mentioned in previous posts that I babysit my niece every week. I have been doing this every single week for a year and some change. It's been a wonderful experience and I love spending time with Devon every week and watching her grow. The fact of the matter is if I weren't going over there every week, I would see very little of her, primarily due to my work hours and days off. It is difficult for me to make this sacrifice. I work at night which means that I am up all night, even on my days off. There have been many occasions that I've had to rearrange my schedule and pass on things that I've wanted to do because of my commitment to be there. And, the few times I have asked to be excused from my duties so I could have a whole weekend to myself, it has not been well received by my sister. To give you all a little background, it's not like my sister doesn't have any other options. Devon goes to a babysitter the other 4 days I'm not there, and her husband "works from home". I was supposed to babysit last Friday (day after my birthday) and I didn't end up doing it because I woke up with a terrible cold which incidentally, I'm still fending off. I also had some other special problems which I may divulge in a later post. Fast forward to yesterday.
I got my standard 2 hours sleep and I was out the night before, so that didn't help my condition. I had a date planned and I needed to come home and get ready by 6. It's an hour drive. I hadn't been there for more than 15 minutes when my sister comes walking through the door. She came home from work sick. She spent all day in bed which was fine. It was clear that she felt like crap and at least it legitimized my being sick a few days earlier. At about 2 in the afternoon, my brother-in-law comes downstairs and says he is going to his other daughter's water polo game. At about 3 the baby wakes up from her nap and my brother-in-law comes back. I asked him would he mind if I took off in about a half hour. He said it was fine. About 10 minutes later, he comes downstairs with my sister behind him. He takes his punk ass back upstairs so my sister could chastise me for wanting to go home. I am still in shock that she had the gall to basically cuss me out and question my commitment to watching her kid every week for free. I left without saying anything to her. I was just too steamed. I don't know what to do at this point. I recognize the fact that she is completely ungrateful to me for doing this and that she has no regard for my personal time or lack there of. The only reason that I sit here agonizing over whether or not to pull the plug on this whole deal is because I love my niece and it's not her fault that both her parents are selfish control freaks. On the other hand, I refuse to put myself in a situation that I am uncomfortable in or subject myself to being disrespected. It's so complicated when it's family. The same rules don't apply. I feel just like I always did when were growing up. That's a whole other post. Anyone out there have any advice or words of wisdom regarding fucked up family members?
On a different note, the date went well. I am also cat sitting for a co-worker for the next few weeks. Currently the cat is curled up on my lap, purring away and keeping my feet warm. I may have to get a cat of my own after he leaves. We'll see how it goes. Thanks for listening to my ranting. TTFN!

Sunday, October 09, 2005

Champaigne wishes and caviar dreams....

Yahoo! Not only am I officially on vacation for a week, it's my birthday on Thursday! I am posting today because I'm going to be busy all week long. Off to Tahoe tomorrow with some of the girls for a few days of rest and relaxation. Yeah, right! I'm sure I will come home with a few stories, as well as a hangover. I am 2 years into my 3rd decade of life. I'm still not married, nor do I have any potentials hanging in the wind. That's not a bad thing, I just thought I would have taken the plunge by now. I almost did but that would have been a mistake and I'm eternally grateful I realized that before it happened. I'm still not where I want to be financially. I spend too much money. I don't save anything. I live paycheck to paycheck. I have no tax write offs. I suspect these thoughts are symptomatic of my age. I guess the real difference for me now is that I am ready to do something about it. It dawned on me a few days ago that I am completely unfocused and have no long term goals. Sure I do all of the "grown up" things that are expected of me. I go to work, pay my bills, clean my room, etc. The question became is that enough for me? No, it isn't. I have set some long term, realistic goals for myself. The only failure is not trying. I know that is very cliche but the saying definitely applies. Plus, I love a good cliche. I also love the fact that life allows me the oppotunity to gain perspective, self-evaluate, and change my course. I'm tired of learning everything the hard way. In a nut shell...I guess I'm just ready for the rest of me to grow. Ugghh...that sounds old. Happy birthday to me!

Survey says....

Accent - Southern. Even though I was born and raised in Cali, I am constantly questioned about where my accent derives from.
Bra size - 34C
Chore I hate - Vacuuming.
Dad’s name - William
Essential make-up - Face powder, mascara, chap stick.
Favorite perfume - Good Life (can't remember right now who makes it though).
Gold or Silver? - Silver
Hometown - Alameda
Insomnia - More often than not.
Job Title - Overpaid babysitter and referee.
Kids - See above response. No need for kids.
Living Arrangement - Alone.
Mom’s Birthplace - Granger, Washington
Number of Sexual Partners - Zero. At least for the first half of my life.
Overnight Hospital Stays - No, which is absolutely amazing considering the fact that I am clumsy!
Phobia - Death, spiders, large and strange dogs, open water, flying, earthquakes, and eveything else that I have little or no control over.
Favorite Quote - Opinions are like assholes...everyone has one, and they all stink! (Except for mine, of course).
Religion - Still shopping around.
Siblings - 1 brother, 1 sister.
Two I’m tagging - No one. If you are a frequent flyer of my blog and want to do it, feel free.
Unnatural hair colors I’ve worn - Platinum blonde.
Vegetable I refuse to eat - Lima beans.
Worst habit - Cussing, biting my nails, smoking.
X-rays I’ve had - Dental.
Yummy foods I make - I don't cook anymore.
Zodiac sign - Libra.
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Saturday, October 01, 2005

Farewell, toe nail!

I like my feet, a lot. My feet are one of my favorite things on my body and I try to show them off every chance I get. I hate when Winter arrives along with the rain and I have to shove all of my cute, strappy sandals to the back of closet in lieu of boots. I like boots too (I like shoes, period) but I can't show off my feet when I wear them.
About 6 months ago, some friends and I went out for dinner and drinks. We went back to one of their houses afterward and proceeded to have more drinks. During our drunken stooper, I decided to wrestle with one of the other girls there and pin her down on the carpet. This was a total attempt to get her to sleep with me, in case you were wondering. I still haven't surrendered to the notion that I'm not going to be gay no matter how hard I try. Anyway I was trying to get off of the floor and my foot got caught underneath me and my toes bent forward. It hurt really bad. If I'm not mistaken, one of these girls has video and audio of this whole event. I immediately blamed my friend for making me hurt myself and threatened to file a civil suit against her. These "friends" of mine are still refusing to turn over potential evidence that will help me win my case. I took my shoes off (I had boots on that night) and saw that a ugly bruise was all ready forming underneath the toe nail of my big toe on my right foot. You all need to know the specifics, in case I need you as a character witness. I have been trying to save that toe nail ever since. I gave it extra loving care and even talked to it about how it really didn't want to fall off. I was pretty sure I was going to lose it at some point, but I wasn't ready to let go just yet.
Tonight I went and had dinner with a friend after work. If my memory serves, this is the same "friend" who is in possession of the evidence needed to file my suit. We went to go sit at our table and she was walking in front of me. I accidentally kicked the back of her shoe with the exact toe nail that I've been trying to salvage. It was actually her fault that I kicked her foot. She sort of stutter stepped and threw off my equilibrium which by the way, will also be mentioned in the law suit. How can I be sure that it wasn't a strategy move on her part in a vain attempt to destroy the last bit of hard evidence I had to prove my case? If I had known then what was going to transpire when I got home, I would've demanded a written affidavit from her right then demanding the confession for her part in the conspiracy.
I got home and took my shoes off. I felt the corner of the toe nail pulling up from the bed and I knew it was time to say good bye. I got out my nail clippers and took the necessary action. A replacement nail grew underneath but only halfway so needless to say, I have half of a toe nail now. I'm not happy about this. I am permanently scarred both physically and emotionally. I am left with only one thought: Thank god Winter is on it's way! Bitches!

Tuesday, September 27, 2005


I am so irritated right now. I just logged on to my bank account and found something very disturbing. A certain corporation who will be named in this blog took money from me when they were supposed to be giving me some. There are 3 major corporations who I am convinced are in cohoots with lucifer.

1.) Verizon wireless: Yes, those friendly folks who spend a ton of money on promoting their "Can you hear me now?" campaign are gauging the ever living hell out of me on a monthly basis. One night while I was at work, I went into the restroom to check my voicemail. When I got off the pot (yes, I was relieving myself...I'm a dispatcher...I multi-task), my phone dropped into the toilet. Shit! I got the phone out and realized immediately there was no point in trying to salvage it. I went back into the cave and called Verizon. I spoke to what seemed to be a very polite and knowledgable gentleman who told me I would have no worries, my plan was covered by insurance, and that they would be sending me a refurbished phone to me ASAP. Come again? You want to give me a phone that someone else sent back cuz the piece of shit didn't work? What the hell is the insurance for then? So then he back tracks and tells me that they have a special going on and that I can get a picture phone (that could be fun) for virtually no cost to me, after rebate. Well then, that's more like it. The phone arrives and I send in the rebates. I get my monthly bill shortly thereafter, and it's for like $300. Aw, hell no. I call them up and they assure me that I have nothing to worry about and that the reason my bill reflected that amount is because I got the phone before their next billing cycle. Fair enough. Well, I am not going to have to pay this, am I? Then they tell me that I have to at least pay a portion so my service doesn't get interrupted and that they will credit me the next month. Fine, whatever. Next month rolls around and still no credit. I call them again. Now they tell me that my rebate was denied because my 2 year contract expired without me renewing it. Well, how does that work? No one called or sent a letter saying that I needed to renew. And what the hell am I supposed to do with this now $200 phone I am in possession of? They tell me I can renew now but I won't get one of the rebates I sent in for because of some corporate bullshit fine print that means nothing to me. I just want my money. I finally concede that I am not going to get all of my money back and settle for accepting half. Half is good, right? Next month comes and they still haven't credited my account. I am more than a little peeved by now. By this time, I have fought with half a dozen people on the phone and I 'm convinced they've placed me on some type of "watch list". I'll jump to the end of this long winded story by saying it finally got resolved that day and I got half of my money back. Bitches.

2.) Comcast Cable: A couple of years ago, I was late paying my cable bill. So what? I don't know bout the rest of ya'll but in my world, you get paid when I get paid. I am working graveyard shift and get off work at 7 in the morning. It's my first day off and I plan on sleeping the whole day away. About 2 hours into my sleep on a fucking Saturday, mind you, I hear someone banging on my front door. I have an iron gate on my front door (no, I don't live in da hood) and when someone bangs on that sucker, it is loud. I don't get up. First of all, I'm not expecting company and anyone who would be dropping by without calling knows they are going to get stabbed when I open the door. Secondly, I am in the middle of my REM and you just don't fuck with a girl during those hours. Whoever is there finally goes away and immediately following that, my phone starts ringing. Now I'm kind of worried. Did something bad happen? I better find out. I answer the phone in my groggy state and there is a guy with a very heavy accent on the phone saying he's from the cable company and he's outside my door to repossess my cable box!!!! So I tell him I just sent the check in the mail the day before (that was really the truth) and he says he needs a check right now or they are going to disconnect my service. So I get my tired, angry ass out the bed and write him a check while he and another technician are staring me down on my front porch. Bitches.

3.) Enterprise Rental Car: A few years ago, I had to take my car in for some repairs and needed a rental. My insurance company reimburses me for $25 a day. I call my local Enterprise to make a reservation and go pick my car up. I actually got straight hook up that time. The guy working at the counter thought I was cute so gave me a nice SUV with all the trimmins for like $15 a day. Sweet. A few weeks ago, I had more car work that needed to be done (I have bad car kharma) so I call Enterprise again hoping I would get some more hook up. Of course that same guy isn't working there anymore, but I figured as long as I stayed within the $25, I would be okay and have something decent to drive. They require a $100 deposit on the car that they are supposed to refund to you when you drop the car off. Let me tell ya'll bout this car this fool put me in. It was a Chevy never heard of it something or other that had no amenities. No CD player, no automatic windows, no automatic door locks. Everything on it was manual like a mo fo. I am by no stretch of the imagination a car snob, but gawd damn! I ain't had a car that I had to do everything myself in years and I didn't even think they made cars like that anymore. Whatever. I just need transportation for the next few days. On a side note, the passengers seat looked like someone left a DNA sample on it. It was gross. I finally get my own car out of the shop and drop the rental off. The same guy that gave this piece of crap rental "inspected" it when I brought it back. He came back into the office all self-righteous telling me that normally he would charge $75 dollars for smoking in it but since it didn't smell like smoke, he wasn't going to. There were some inconspicous cigarette ashes on the back seat that he discovered during his "inspection". He told me he would go ahead and credit my bank account the $100 for the deposit. Whatever. So I get on line today and look at my bank balance and not only have these idiots not credited my $100, they took $25.02 out. I am on my weekend now and the last thing I feel like doing is making phone calls and tracking down my $25.02 but I have to. And all of these corporations know that, and that's how they rob you blind, people! It's not the money, it's the principle. I ain't no punk bitch and I damn sure ain't gonna let the "Big 3" punk me! Time to put on my boxing gloves once again, cuz the fight is about to be on.

P.S.- Do not let this post freak you out. I am really a nice and somewhat rational person. If you have been blessed enough in your own life to never have had to throw down over $25.02, then my hat is off to you. For the rest of you, I know you feel me.