New Leaves

I went to the thrift store this week and found (finally) four barstools to go to our breakfast nook. We can actually eat at our kitchen table now. ( The breakfast nook is a feature of the house, but unfortunately, it's barstool height, decent barstools aren't cheap)

Mike and I have next week off and it's sure to be interesting. I am torn between getting a whole bunch of shit done, and trying to relax. I don't know, We'll have to see.

I have enlisted the aide (once again) of Madame buffalo. She and I will be clearing out my storage unit, and helping me get some shit moved around in my house. After that... guacamole baby. Yeah.

I don't like the situation that I am working in. There are a couple of girls who are lazy, and actually sit down for hours at a time. They all stop early, making me have to stop early because I can't do my job without them doing theirs. But the management seems to know about this, doesn't seem to care. I am trying to believe that if they don't care, then I shouldn't. But I get this sneaky suspicion that somehow it's going to come back and bite me in the ass.

Other than the above, I like the job. I fear that I will get laid off in July because they are a plant that works with GM, and there's a whole lot of adjusting going on with them. Not concerned.... at least trying not to be. I am going to ride this job until it ends (if it ends). and then I will go to another job. I think I am giong to apply at Fed ex or sommat out here. We'll see. A great bonus is that Mike and I have matching schedules (except for the part where I work 2nd shift and he works 3rd.)

I had someone rear end me yesterday. It was just a bump, but the bumper to my 88 Dodge Colt is all but hanging off already. Well the bump was hard enough to cause the bumper to drastically hang and of course, I was on my way to work. This is sorta how it happened:

I yeilded like I am supposed to on the on ramp to the freeway.
I feel a bump, hear a crunch, and fill the air with my cursing.
I try to calm down, look in the rear view mirror, and grab her liscence plate #.
She comes up to the car. She addresses me. She asks me if I'm okay.
Asks me if I'm going to get out of the car... I look at her and say, I think I'm okay. I'll get out in a second. (I'm still trying to put a lid on my temper)
She presses, like I'm supposed to get out right that second. So I get out. I look, bumper that was crooked, is now bumper hanging down on left handside.
She asks if it was hanging like that before, I tell her it was crooked, but it wasn't hanging. She tries to take that statement and run with it, as in, 'she can't be held responsible for it because it was already hanging.'

hello. Crooked bumper does not equal hanging bumper.

She notes that I wrote down her liscence plate number. And I told her that I did that before I even got out of the car. You never know if someone is going to hit and run.

To which she states that she is not the type of person yadda yadda yadda.

I tell her I don't really care, I don't know her, and if the roles were reversed, she would do the same thing. It's what you are supposed to do. People are crazy. you never know what someone is going to do when they get out of a car and walk up to yours after an accident.

I suspect that I am suffering from "Your relatively new VW is better than my old Dodge Colt" I say nothing about it.

So, again, I say, it wasn't hanging.

She's like, so ummm... what are we going to do. And I'm thinking, and thinking, and looking at my bumper.... and not wanting to be late for work.... and she says, "Well we need to decide what we are going to do."

At that moment, I had enough of her attitude. So, I say, "Well, if I have to make a decision, right this second... let us do the legal and proper thing. Let us call the police."

I go to call the Police, and whad'ya know? One pulled right up. But they were from the wrong area and had to call our police department.

Woman at fault begins crying and calls her boyfriend, who eventually comes to scene and starts taking pictures, and talking about how they can't be held responsible for the hanging bumper because it was already hanging, and that its been like that a while because of all the rust.

I tell him (again) It wasn't hanging. See big ass bolt that was holding my bumper up? It was not rusted. Even better he tries to use legal jargon on me.

If you are going to use jargon, you should really make sure the word exists.

Again, little rusted dodge colt vs their late model VW now extends to the owners. Not only is their car better than mine, but now they're smarter than me. fuckers.

I feel uncomfortable with him taking pictures, I ask him to stop taking pictures of me and my property, and he keeps on anyways. Showing to his girlfriend and talking about rust.

insert me rolling my eyes

Meanwhile, I need to be getting ready for work. So I'm trying to get all Mac Geyver on my bumper. He keeps asking me how much I think it would be to put the bumper back where it was before the accident ( aka i don't want this on my insurance) and I tell him, I'm not interested in money. I was asked to make a decision, so I made one.

Well, poor white girl in Old rusty Dodge colt must need money... All he has is 20 bucks... do I think that would be enough???

I feel like hes slapped me

I SAID I DON'T NEED YOUR FUCKING MONEY.

(i'm not stupid. i know that he could say, well I gave her 20 bucks and she accepted it)

I made a deal in my mind: If I get this bumper up and out of the possibility that it might hit my tire while I'm driving before police arrive, I'll leave. No report, I'll let them go. If police arrive before bumper is up, I'll file an accident report.

Bumper out of way, I want to go to work... I tell them, I tell the officer that was waiting for the other officer to arrive. The woman looks at me like she hates me (I don't fucking care)

Hindsight, I wish I'd waited for the police, but I chose to let them go, and I still went to work. I dislike judgemental people. Now that I think it over, I realize just how judgemental they were.

Oh well. Whatever. It's done.

Posted by hawkie at April 21, 2006 12:12 AM