Well, I haven't added a journal entry in forever, and about the only thing that has changed since my last entry, is that I changed my avi to a man. So lets skip all that and go to my usual ranting.
Well, ever since that b***h rear ended me, getting my car fixed has been one problem after another. The guy at the shop never called me when the part was in, and then I had to make an appointment 3 weeks ahead of time. When I go to pick up my car, he did a shitty a** job. He sprayed too close giving the bumper a texture (kinda like an orange), there was white filler stuff hanging out, the body lines did not match up, and there was this big bump on both sides that suck out with big gaps. Wtf was he thinking? Since I'm a woman that'll I'll just drive off the lot with my car looking like that? I laughed at him and said. "You got to be kidding if you honestly think I'm taking my car off the lot looking like that. You're a body shop man and you can't look at the car and noticed what a poor job that is?" Since I noticed this hideous line following the rear well that popped out, I asked what it was, and that's when I found out it was an after market bumper.
Now the battle with the insurance company. The guy had the audacity to tell me that I was making off with the better deal. That the car was 4 years old and was getting a new bumper. Hey buddy, I got news for you, the accident wasn't my fault, I had a GM bumper before the accident, and so I'm coming out with one as well! WTF! As a consumer they should be protecting me from this bull. BUT we were able to find away around this. We had the appraiser come and look at the car and he completely agreed that the after market bumper didn't fit. And now I'm getting my way. 3nodding
Ok, ranting stage over. Now for worries and concerns. I haven't been talking to David(gaia husband) for a bit now. Kinda hard for communication, he lives so far away. The last time he called me I couldn't talk because my a*****e father was in the background saying I was talking to my lesbian friend on the phone(he didn't know it was a guy). But my dad is the type of guy that I can't have a decent conversation around since he blurts in with his random antics.
Last night I had to babysit my cousin Bailey for a few hours at like 1am. My uncle used to have a drug problem. I'm hoping that he didn't go out last night to do something like that. But it's the only thing I could come up with why he would be out so late. He knows his wife asks questions where he goes, and conveniently enough, she had work (she works the nightshift). I hope he doesn't fall back into those habits. He's a good guy and he has a daughter's future to worry about.
Phew. And now I'm done. sweatdrop
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