Saturday, June 28, 2008

No Good Deed...

...goes unpunished!! At least that's the way it feels like today. I promised my friend I would help her move today. I hate moving! But she's one of my best friends and she never even asked but I wanted to help her anyway, especially since I think she did most of her stuff with only the help of her little brother.



I step outside today and it's hot and muggy. Perfect moving conditions. After getting inside my car which is blazing hot, I realize I probably should have worn my sports bra because I'm going to sweat like a pig in this heat. Whatever, I just want to get there and get it done. Thankfully, she had the help of two of her other girlfriends and so we started working.



We packed as much into all three cars that we could and headed over to her mother's house to begin unloading. Everything was going great (except for having to move her upstairs, ugh!) and we were outside taking a break. I'm really not sure how what happened next transpired, but all I can remember is that I'm standing on the steps and one of her friends was backing out of the driveway in her SUV. I see it happen, almost like it was in slow motion. I hear my friend say, "Wait! Watch the car, watch the car!" The friend driving says, "What?" And *SMACK* She backs into my car.



Sigh.



Everyone was kind of stunned, including myself. I just stood there, hoping and saying a quick prayer to God that it was a tiny dent. After inspecting it I see that it's really not that bad of a dent, she hit my drivers side back door, but the handle doesn't work. She apologized profusely and I was pretty good about it, because shit happens. She didn't do it on purpose. But then she started to get really upset because she just got on her mom's insurance and she was afraid if she told her mother, her mother would take her off. I offered to see if she wanted to just pay for the damages herself and we won't report it which she agreed to but she really doesn't have the money. I didn't want to say anything at the time either, but even though it doesn't look that bad, it's not going to be any less than $500. I felt bad for her, I felt bad for me, and felt bad because we still had to keep moving.

Today I went to a few garages to see how much the damages would be, knowing it wouldn't be less than $500 and I was right. One guy quoted $800 and he works at a large and reputable place and another guy is telling me they need to replace the door and match the paint, etc. He quoted me at $1,500 - 2,000. Ok. Why don't I just bend over and grab my ankles for you to while I'm at it? I've got one more place to check out later and basically she will decide if she wants to pay for it out-of-pocket or go through her mom's insurance.

I just want to get it over with! I really want to get rid of the tin can by the end of the year and get a Toyota. I puffy heart Toyota. I've only owned one but in the 11 years I owned it, I put hardly any money in to it. So why when it got totalled did I go out and by a FORD? Won't be making that mistake again. Man I love the Japanese.

Thursday, June 26, 2008

My Almost Revenge

After staying up until 3:30 on Thursday morning and a highly irritating day yesterday (see previous blog), I didn't feel like cooking last night. I decided to get something that resembled "healthy" and chose Chinese food (Shrimp, Broccoli and steamed rice...yummmm!) which I was happy about because it's been a while since I had Chinese food. I go into the Chinese place, give them my order and was told "you wait ten minute!! I noticed two video game machines in the corner so I figured I could handle the ten minute by playing a video game. I decided to play what used to be my favorite video game several years ago, Bust It. It's the one where you shoot these colored balls up, trying to get three of the same color in a row and they pop. Love that game...

If you know me, you know I rarely carry cash or change. I'm a debit/credit card type of girl. But luckily I had some change in my purse. I pull out the quarter, insert it in the machine and get ready to play my game. I can feel the excitement brewing inside me as I pushed the Start button. But my excitement quickly faded when.....nothing happened. I pushed it again, and then pushed the coin returning, figuring it was one of those fluke things that the quarter didn't catch. Only my quarter didn't come out. I tried pushing ALL of the buttons, and nothing happened.

I told myself not to get upset, I would just tell them that the machine ate my quarter and they would give me a new one. So when little asian woman came out, I told her what happened and she proceeded to stare at the screen and then push all of the buttons. (She probably figured I was too stupid to try that on my own!) When nothing happened she looked at me, smiled and said "Sorry!" I stared at her with a am-I-missing-something? look on my face. You don't need to be sorry, I just want another quarter so I could play the game. Come on, the clock is ticking!

She saw the look on my face and called out to someone in the kitchen and started speaking Chinese really fast. I couldn't understand her of course, but I could swear I heard the words "greedy bitch" somewhere in there. But it didn't matter as long as I got my quarter. Little asian comes out and proceeds to stare at the screen and push all the buttons. Again, why didn't I think of that? Duh. When nothing happens he looks at me and says, "you call company!" and points at the number of the vendor, then walks away.

"WOW" was my response. Now he's managed to anger me. It's no longer about the quarter, it's about running a business and making the customer happy. Allowing your machine to eat my quarter and then telling me to call the vendor to retrieve the quarter is not making this customer happy.

So I'm standing there by the machine, getting more irritated by the second. (Don't forget lack of sleep and crappy work day). Then it hits me.....I'm going to get that quarter back by any means necessary. So I started plotting what I could do to make THEM lose a quarter. I looked around and saw one of those sugar containers on the corner of the counter and I conconcted an evil plan to dump out 25 cents worth of sugar on the end of the counter.

That's right. Don't. Fuck. With. Me.

I immediately started feeling better at the thought of my evil plan and even envisioned them having to sweep up the wasted sugar, knowing it was me that poured it out. Just as little Asian woman came out with my food, little Asian man also came out behind her, and sat in the chair.....right in front of the sugar container on the counter.

Dammit.

All my hopes and dreams of pulling off my little plan were gone. The only solace I took from the whole situation was when I got my $14.01 back in change from the food, they saw me put the penny in the tip jar. Ha ha, take that!

I still consider it a small victory. I hate being ripped off. :)

Don't get it TWISTED...

Since I find myself completely blog-sessed lately, I decided to start one of my own. I have been burdened with complete obsession, spending hours reading blogs. Why, I have no idea. Actually it started out being just two blogs that I read faithfully. The very first one I read came from the WW site that I frequent from time-to-time whenever I "decide" that I need to change my eating and workout habits. I read her story about how her life and it was moving enough that I decided (that's a frequently used word for me, you'll see...) that I wanted to continue reading. Then I was hooked. What makes me hooked to a blog, you ask?

I am attracted to humorous bloggers that keep me chuckling or something simple as being able to relate to their daily life. So I have three preferred blogs as of now, but I won't mention them just yet because they don't know me (guess that makes me a stalker? LOL) and I haven't asked them if I could do it, but I will.

My very first blog is taking place at work. The main reason being that today I refuse to do any work. I'm on my own personal strike. I'm also bubbling with rage at my co-worker.
Ugh if you only knew. Ok let me try to explain.

We have two secretaries here, with me being one of them (there used to be three but they decided not to hire another secretary when the last one left). Anyway the other lady is a above me, but not my boss and not really considered a "secretary" because she's more like an assistant. (Hey I work for the state, we are real big on Titles that don't mean shit!) which is fine with me. But what really bugs me is she's involved in this project that always keeps her at meetings (I especially love the lunchtime meetings which leaves me the option of either not taking a lunch, or going at 2:00 in the afternoon - which in that case I'll be lucky if I get a parking spot when I return). The meetings I can't really say anything about. But what really irritates me to no end is that she's CONSTANTLY leaving her desk to go visit with people (a.k.a. gossip). And we're not talking a few minutes, I'm talking anywhere from 1/2 hour to an hour. The other day I was so irritated at her because she left for a half hour, came back for a half hour, left again and then had the nerve to take a lunch, followed by another meeting from 2:30 - 4:00. The rage was bubbling inside me and I had to punish her with silence, because that's what I do. LOL

Another thing that irritates me.....whenever I have to leave early, she picks some time anywhere from 15-30 mins before I'm supposed to leave and she leaves her desk to go socialize. But what she likes to do is return to her desk around 5 minutes after I'm supposed to have already left. I like to make sure that by the time she returns, I have my bags on the desk, sunglasses on my head, and I'm sitting on the end of my chair, and staring at the door. For real. LOL So when she comes in, I pop up and then literally while I'm RUNNING out the door I say, I gotta go I'm late. LOL. I think she gets the point, but yet she still continues to do this.

Ok I'm done venting. Today I'm having one of those days where I'm annoyed at her. Other days I think she's great, especially when she tells me I can leave early. See, I want my cake and eat it too. Who wouldn't want to eat their cake? What.