I had a fender bender this morning. Grrrrr. If not for the fact that SHE HIT ME, I would feel sorry for the very frightened undergrad driving the other car because she was obviously upset.
I had one of those once, although it was a bit more than bender-y. A young woman pulled out of a strip mall, turning left right in front of me and I T-Boned her good (no porn intended, but carry on). I was pretty annoyed at first but that evaporated when the story came out that she was not driving her car, not driving her boyfriend's car, not driving her boyfriend's father's car, but in fact was driving her boyfriend's father's company car without his permission, to make a beer run, because her bf and his pals were too loaded to do so themselves at 5pm on a workday. The listening police officer looked at me and the shaking, crying girl and said "this will be pretty straight-forward. I think I have the at-fault figured out."
Heh. Now y'all have made me smile, which is very good for a interview in 45 minutes.
It's a phone interview, but I'm going to go hit the showers anyway. I've been sleeping too late (funny phrase when unemployed) and I think that will be a nice to face my employment future with a clean badass self.
Then I'ma come back and growl at the person who hit sparky.
Hee.
Job ma to Susan and to Astarte!
I only hope they aren't trying for the same job, because I'd hate for the ~ma to get all confuzzled.
Sorry about the accident, Sparky. Even when no one's hurt, they're still quite upsetting.
job~ma to Astarte.
I'm just sitting around waiting for the phone to ring, and hoping Annabel stays quiet. (She's down for her nap, but not precisely asleep.)
(She's down for her nap, but not precisely asleep.)
Uh-oh... sounds like the set up for some sitcom Wacky Hi-Jinks!
chill out for a while ~ma to Annabel
Even when no one's hurt, they're still quite upsetting.
Fortunately, I'm over the upset and glad that I'm not an 18 year old undergrad, but a 37 year old woman who knows that all of this means a hit on my bank account -- nothing more. I don't have to call my Mother and tell her what happened to the brand new Jeep she bought me for college.
I'm glad you are okay, Sparky.
Oy vay! Sparky, glad to hear you're doing fine. Much job~ma to Astarte and Susan.
Am I missing anyone right now?
Oy, Sparky! I'm so glad everyone is ok.
Job~ma to Astarte and Susan! You two go get 'em!
I am home for the day. I had bio lab, a job interview and therapy. By the time I got to therapy, I was so freaking tired, I could hardly talk. And you all know how unusual that is for me! I had my therpist in stitches, 'cause I ended up half of my sentences with either "blah, blah, blah" or "yada, yada, yada."
And now I have homework. For everything. Including therapy. Must e-mail to therapist before I go to bed tonight so we can review it tomorrow. Life=hard work.
