My car is a total loss.
Thank you ever so fucking much for hitting me, jerkface dickwad asshole with the suspended license. Lord knows that this is exactly what I need in my life right now. Because I have tons of money to put toward a new (to me) car and even more time to spend looking for one.
God fucking dammit.
Today has just sucked ass. Work was super busy and most of our remotes were in, so there was extra shit going on. A bunch of us went out to lunch (my hair still smells of Indian food) and we had a big meeting and then had our holiday party this evening. Trying to make and return phone calls about a shitty, shitty subject just added to my totally feeling out-of-sorts.
I can't fucking believe this has happened to me again. It was about 10 years ago when my last car was totaled. An 83-year-old woman who didn't know what to do at a flashing red stoplight decided the best course of action was to follow the car in front of her through. The huge SUV in the inside lane saw her in time to stop, but with the huge SUV in the inside lane, I didn't even see her until she was hitting the fuck out of my car.
She admitted fault right away. Told the cops she was at fault. I was fucking pissed. Of course, the cop shoved me into the backseat of the cop car with her to help her fill out the police report. Man, fuck you and fuck her. The Beretta was fixed up with $500 of my insurance money and I drove it for a year. My heat stopped working in mid-December. It was getting tough to start the car. The fam went to Zihuatanejo for a week and the Cheating Asshole Ex-Boyfriend was supposed to stop by and try to start her up a few times while I was gone, but of course he didn't. I had plans to go home the day after we returned to Minneapolis to go looking for a new car. And then my car didn't start at all when I came back. My dad ended up picking out the Achieva for me that weekend.
I wasn't terribly stoked about her, because I had nothing to do with picking her out. But over the years I grew to love her. Even the whole transmission episode of this summer (that was fucking money well spent. A simple FUCK cannot convey the frustrated anger I want to impart here) didn't make me love her less. And now I'm forced to unceremoniously bid her adieu. I have to clean all my shit out so she can be towed away on Wednesday.
Looking for a new car will be tough, since I have to return the rental on Thursday. I won't have all of my money until this weekend. God, I just don't want to fucking deal with this shit.
There is a bright side (?), though. My friends are terribly supportive and times like this bring out the best in them. Also, at least I'm not getting canned (*crosses fingers*) like I was at this time last year.