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May. 23rd, 2015 11:49 amI really need to get a real job making real money so I can get out of my shithole of an apartment and into one with a washer/dryer so I don’t have to rely on my mother anymore.
When I got here she told me that her and my dad were going to visit his mother who lives a couple of towns over (I live in the DFW area so she only lives about thirty minutes away).
I made a comment about trying the new McDonald’s Home style burger since I’m going to be on my own for lunch. She told me that when I’m ready to get serious about losing weight (as if I’m not already) she found those tuna lunch kits things. I don’t like them because they don’t give you relish to put in your tuna and I don’t like the crackers they include with it. I told her I don’t need her to tell me I’m fat or unhealthy and she got all passive-aggressive/abusive by saying that it’s always about my daughter and me; that we’re always right and she’s always wrong. I’ve never said that but now that I know she’s using emotions (guilt) to abuse me I’m not taking it anymore.
Then as she and my dad were leaving they realized they need to return a video to the store. What video? American Sniper. When I said I didn’t want to watch it (which my mother called the best movie she’s seen in a long time) I explained that the guy the movie’s about wished he could go back to Afghanistan and kill more innocent women and children because they need to die because they’re not Christians (I didn’t phrase it that way, though).
We then got into a heated discussion about how I think we need to leave the Middle East to the people who live there (and this goes for all super military power countries). They tried to change my mind by telling me that, and I’m quoting my dad here, ‘some radical Muslims think that America must die’. So, even my extreme right-wing father admits it’s not all Muslims but yet he still thinks it’s okay for us to go over to their country and kill even those who do not feel this way; to kill women and children who are forced to be suicide bombers.
As they were leaving my mother told me that if I’m just going to cause tension in her house then I can do my laundry elsewhere. Well, I CAN’T because I don’t have enough money to do my laundry at, nor do I want to spend all day in, a laundry-mat.
Besides, I didn’t start the discussion. She did by asking why I don’t want to see 'the greatest movie about an American hero, ever’.
When I got here she told me that her and my dad were going to visit his mother who lives a couple of towns over (I live in the DFW area so she only lives about thirty minutes away).
I made a comment about trying the new McDonald’s Home style burger since I’m going to be on my own for lunch. She told me that when I’m ready to get serious about losing weight (as if I’m not already) she found those tuna lunch kits things. I don’t like them because they don’t give you relish to put in your tuna and I don’t like the crackers they include with it. I told her I don’t need her to tell me I’m fat or unhealthy and she got all passive-aggressive/abusive by saying that it’s always about my daughter and me; that we’re always right and she’s always wrong. I’ve never said that but now that I know she’s using emotions (guilt) to abuse me I’m not taking it anymore.
Then as she and my dad were leaving they realized they need to return a video to the store. What video? American Sniper. When I said I didn’t want to watch it (which my mother called the best movie she’s seen in a long time) I explained that the guy the movie’s about wished he could go back to Afghanistan and kill more innocent women and children because they need to die because they’re not Christians (I didn’t phrase it that way, though).
We then got into a heated discussion about how I think we need to leave the Middle East to the people who live there (and this goes for all super military power countries). They tried to change my mind by telling me that, and I’m quoting my dad here, ‘some radical Muslims think that America must die’. So, even my extreme right-wing father admits it’s not all Muslims but yet he still thinks it’s okay for us to go over to their country and kill even those who do not feel this way; to kill women and children who are forced to be suicide bombers.
As they were leaving my mother told me that if I’m just going to cause tension in her house then I can do my laundry elsewhere. Well, I CAN’T because I don’t have enough money to do my laundry at, nor do I want to spend all day in, a laundry-mat.
Besides, I didn’t start the discussion. She did by asking why I don’t want to see 'the greatest movie about an American hero, ever’.
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Apr. 7th, 2015 05:20 pmI was determined to not come back online but I need to talk about the shit that's been happening in my life and the people around me are tired of hearing about it.
If you read the post I made about the issues I've had with my apartment then you'll have heard some of this already.
This all started back in 2013 when I went for my housing voucher renewal and was told that the housing authority no longer covers two bedroom apartments for two people (there are exceptions such as a parent and child of opposite sexes where the child is over a certain age) and so I would have to pay my portion plus the extra. I struggled to pay it, even after my raise. So I began looking for a one bedroom. Of course I had been wanting to move for a while anyway.
My voucher is from March to February every year and so I didn't get serious about moving until December 2014.
I found what I felt was the perfect apartment but fucked around and didn't go put in an application until near the end of January. By then they had decided that due to the renovations they were doing that they weren't going to accept any new vouchers until April or May.
I had been using an apartment locator site and contacted the agent working with me asking that he give me any apartments in my county that take housing and have an available one bedroom for the first of March. I stressed that I needed the information right away.
Because I had to give thirty days' notice, and with February only having twenty-eight days, I had to give my notice January 30th. He didn't get back to me until after February 1st. I had to make a decision before that so took an apartment that I didn't feel sure about (I wasn't allowed to view one prior to signing my lease).
The apartment has turned out to be horrible. My neighbors smoke (for a while I thought I was mistaken about that but the smell has gotten worse again and now my throat hurts from the exposure to the smoke) and the floor slants horribly. I could get used to the slanting floor but not the cigarette smoke (still recovering from pneumonia (more on that in a bit)). And just yesterday I discovered yet another reason to hate this place.
No cable company (except for Time Warner) services the complex. I had to get DIRECTV and Verizon 'high speed' internet. I use the quote marks because the speed is barely one step above dial-up (it is in fact dial-up but it's a bit faster than normal dial-up). I don't mind the satellite TV but no one told me that I had to have extra equipment to access any OnDemand programing; only that I needed the internet for it. I went online last night to order the needed equipment and was told that 'due to [my] payment history [they] had to add an extra fee'. On top of that it's a self-install kit but they want a professional to come out to install it. AND they want to charge me $198 for it ($99 for the equipment, $40 for what I'm guessing is the fee they had to add and $59 for the professional install).
Luckily I have Amazon Fire Stick (was planning on not getting cable at all but changed my mind) and can watch most of my shows that I missed over the past two weeks on Hulu or Netflix. But with how slow my connection is the playback freezes at times and the sound will continue without the picture causing me to have to back out and try again. It took me five hours last night to watch two SPN and one Grimm episode. I'm hoping it's not always that difficult.
And work. Don't get me started. Although that's what this is all about so.
Back in December 2014 my supervisor, E, announced she was leaving. Her husband decided that she was under too much stress and told her she could quit without having another job. So she did. The Friday before Christmas was her last day.
The new cash manager didn't start until sometime in January and he is from outside the company so he doesn't know how to do my job. How am I supposed to get assistance from someone who doesn't know how to do my job? It makes no sense.
As soon as he started here he started changing the way things are done. Some are for the better, some not.
After working major overtime from Thanksgiving through most of January I was mostly caught up. But somehow ended getting behind again in February. This was compounded by me getting sick in the middle of the month.
I thought it was just a cold and treated it as such. After a week I was almost back to one hundred percent. But then I woke up the morning of February 21 feeling like I'd been hit by a truck complete with fever chills. I bought more cold stuff and settled down to spend the weekend feeling like crap. The next day I threw up despite having nothing but water in my stomach. I decided that it must be something more serious than a cold so I went to the urgent care place.
Turns out they don't take my insurance. Luckily I still had most of my income tax otherwise I wouldn't have been able to go to the doctor.
I was at the clinic for over two hours. I feel asleep every time I was left alone in the room to wait. I'm not sure why the doctor decided to take x-rays but she did as well as a CBC and discovered that I had pneumonia. She gave me several prescriptions and told me to come back the next day.
I already had the day off because I was supposed to move but when I got up that morning I saw that it had snowed/iced overnight. I called the movers and rescheduled for the next day.
When I went for my recheck (the roads were mostly clear by noon) he told me more than the doctor the day before. For one thing the pneumonia was only on my right side (explaining why she didn't admit me to the hospital) and my heart rate had been 120 (normal is much less than that). He said I was recovering fine and to keep taking the scripts, plus refilled my cough syrup (I went through two bottles in just over three days). I should have asked how long he wanted me off work but I didn't.
Tuesday my mother came over to direct the movers and pack a bit more. They had me out of my apartment and into my mother's in about four and a half hours. That took a huge chunk of the remainder of my income tax.
I all but collapsed after they left because I was going to try to go back to work the next day.
While at work I fell asleep at my desk (something I do nearly every day ever since and I'm afraid it's gonna get me fired) so I asked to go home; where I slept the afternoon away.
The next morning I got up and was watching TV when I fell asleep in the chair. And slept until time to get ready to go to work. I decided that was my body telling me I wasn't ready to go back to work. I didn't go to work that Friday either because I didn't see the point at that stage.
I was staying with my parents because my new apartment wasn't going to be ready for me to move in until March 13th. I kept expecting to get a call telling me that it had been inspected but I never got one. I figured that was because of the weather (we had several days of ice). When I called March 9th I was told that the inspector wouldn't be able to inspect until Friday. I began begging that they do so (I really needed my own space despite my mother basically leaving me alone). They didn't inspect it until the following Tuesday.
That Wednesday, March 18th, I was finally able to get in to see it.
I was appalled at first by the stench of cigarettes (the leasing agent that tagged along said it was fresh paint), then by how small it is. I didn't even notice the slating floor until later.
This apartment is not a peaceful place for me so my anxiety levels are still high and that is not good.
I emailed my case worker to tell her about the issues with the apartment (minus the issues with cable/internet because I didn't know about them yet) but then it appeared that my neighbors were not smokers (the smell wasn't as strong as it had been). I told her that I think I can live with it but now I'm not so sure.
For the past several days the cigarette smell has been as strong as if a smoker was sitting in the room with me smoking a cigarette (I've had several people ask when I started smoking again) and my throat is scratchy. Seeing as how I'm still recovering from pneumonia I think I need to move.
But before I do that, I've asked that the air filter be changed. If that makes a difference then I will just grit my teeth and make do with this crappy apartment. But next April is a hell of a long way away.
Update: They changed the filter today and the smell is better, absolutely none when I first arrived home. But as I've sat here this evening it has begun to smell again and I can almost taste it again. We'll see how it is in the morning.
If you read the post I made about the issues I've had with my apartment then you'll have heard some of this already.
This all started back in 2013 when I went for my housing voucher renewal and was told that the housing authority no longer covers two bedroom apartments for two people (there are exceptions such as a parent and child of opposite sexes where the child is over a certain age) and so I would have to pay my portion plus the extra. I struggled to pay it, even after my raise. So I began looking for a one bedroom. Of course I had been wanting to move for a while anyway.
My voucher is from March to February every year and so I didn't get serious about moving until December 2014.
I found what I felt was the perfect apartment but fucked around and didn't go put in an application until near the end of January. By then they had decided that due to the renovations they were doing that they weren't going to accept any new vouchers until April or May.
I had been using an apartment locator site and contacted the agent working with me asking that he give me any apartments in my county that take housing and have an available one bedroom for the first of March. I stressed that I needed the information right away.
Because I had to give thirty days' notice, and with February only having twenty-eight days, I had to give my notice January 30th. He didn't get back to me until after February 1st. I had to make a decision before that so took an apartment that I didn't feel sure about (I wasn't allowed to view one prior to signing my lease).
The apartment has turned out to be horrible. My neighbors smoke (for a while I thought I was mistaken about that but the smell has gotten worse again and now my throat hurts from the exposure to the smoke) and the floor slants horribly. I could get used to the slanting floor but not the cigarette smoke (still recovering from pneumonia (more on that in a bit)). And just yesterday I discovered yet another reason to hate this place.
No cable company (except for Time Warner) services the complex. I had to get DIRECTV and Verizon 'high speed' internet. I use the quote marks because the speed is barely one step above dial-up (it is in fact dial-up but it's a bit faster than normal dial-up). I don't mind the satellite TV but no one told me that I had to have extra equipment to access any OnDemand programing; only that I needed the internet for it. I went online last night to order the needed equipment and was told that 'due to [my] payment history [they] had to add an extra fee'. On top of that it's a self-install kit but they want a professional to come out to install it. AND they want to charge me $198 for it ($99 for the equipment, $40 for what I'm guessing is the fee they had to add and $59 for the professional install).
Luckily I have Amazon Fire Stick (was planning on not getting cable at all but changed my mind) and can watch most of my shows that I missed over the past two weeks on Hulu or Netflix. But with how slow my connection is the playback freezes at times and the sound will continue without the picture causing me to have to back out and try again. It took me five hours last night to watch two SPN and one Grimm episode. I'm hoping it's not always that difficult.
And work. Don't get me started. Although that's what this is all about so.
Back in December 2014 my supervisor, E, announced she was leaving. Her husband decided that she was under too much stress and told her she could quit without having another job. So she did. The Friday before Christmas was her last day.
The new cash manager didn't start until sometime in January and he is from outside the company so he doesn't know how to do my job. How am I supposed to get assistance from someone who doesn't know how to do my job? It makes no sense.
As soon as he started here he started changing the way things are done. Some are for the better, some not.
After working major overtime from Thanksgiving through most of January I was mostly caught up. But somehow ended getting behind again in February. This was compounded by me getting sick in the middle of the month.
I thought it was just a cold and treated it as such. After a week I was almost back to one hundred percent. But then I woke up the morning of February 21 feeling like I'd been hit by a truck complete with fever chills. I bought more cold stuff and settled down to spend the weekend feeling like crap. The next day I threw up despite having nothing but water in my stomach. I decided that it must be something more serious than a cold so I went to the urgent care place.
Turns out they don't take my insurance. Luckily I still had most of my income tax otherwise I wouldn't have been able to go to the doctor.
I was at the clinic for over two hours. I feel asleep every time I was left alone in the room to wait. I'm not sure why the doctor decided to take x-rays but she did as well as a CBC and discovered that I had pneumonia. She gave me several prescriptions and told me to come back the next day.
I already had the day off because I was supposed to move but when I got up that morning I saw that it had snowed/iced overnight. I called the movers and rescheduled for the next day.
When I went for my recheck (the roads were mostly clear by noon) he told me more than the doctor the day before. For one thing the pneumonia was only on my right side (explaining why she didn't admit me to the hospital) and my heart rate had been 120 (normal is much less than that). He said I was recovering fine and to keep taking the scripts, plus refilled my cough syrup (I went through two bottles in just over three days). I should have asked how long he wanted me off work but I didn't.
Tuesday my mother came over to direct the movers and pack a bit more. They had me out of my apartment and into my mother's in about four and a half hours. That took a huge chunk of the remainder of my income tax.
I all but collapsed after they left because I was going to try to go back to work the next day.
While at work I fell asleep at my desk (something I do nearly every day ever since and I'm afraid it's gonna get me fired) so I asked to go home; where I slept the afternoon away.
The next morning I got up and was watching TV when I fell asleep in the chair. And slept until time to get ready to go to work. I decided that was my body telling me I wasn't ready to go back to work. I didn't go to work that Friday either because I didn't see the point at that stage.
I was staying with my parents because my new apartment wasn't going to be ready for me to move in until March 13th. I kept expecting to get a call telling me that it had been inspected but I never got one. I figured that was because of the weather (we had several days of ice). When I called March 9th I was told that the inspector wouldn't be able to inspect until Friday. I began begging that they do so (I really needed my own space despite my mother basically leaving me alone). They didn't inspect it until the following Tuesday.
That Wednesday, March 18th, I was finally able to get in to see it.
I was appalled at first by the stench of cigarettes (the leasing agent that tagged along said it was fresh paint), then by how small it is. I didn't even notice the slating floor until later.
This apartment is not a peaceful place for me so my anxiety levels are still high and that is not good.
I emailed my case worker to tell her about the issues with the apartment (minus the issues with cable/internet because I didn't know about them yet) but then it appeared that my neighbors were not smokers (the smell wasn't as strong as it had been). I told her that I think I can live with it but now I'm not so sure.
For the past several days the cigarette smell has been as strong as if a smoker was sitting in the room with me smoking a cigarette (I've had several people ask when I started smoking again) and my throat is scratchy. Seeing as how I'm still recovering from pneumonia I think I need to move.
But before I do that, I've asked that the air filter be changed. If that makes a difference then I will just grit my teeth and make do with this crappy apartment. But next April is a hell of a long way away.
Update: They changed the filter today and the smell is better, absolutely none when I first arrived home. But as I've sat here this evening it has begun to smell again and I can almost taste it again. We'll see how it is in the morning.
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Dec. 17th, 2012 09:03 pmThe one thing I can count on is that Vic's sperm donor doesn't come to her choir concerts because they're during the week and he 'has to go to work the next morning'.
Until tonight that is.
it wouldn't be so bad if my parents didn't act that the asshole hung the moon and if my mother didn't fawn all over his ugly ass kids when she's not even related to them.
Until tonight that is.
it wouldn't be so bad if my parents didn't act that the asshole hung the moon and if my mother didn't fawn all over his ugly ass kids when she's not even related to them.
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Nov. 24th, 2012 02:53 pmI seriously hate my mother most days.
Today I went to her house to help make Christmas candy. I got to talking to Aunt Ann about my job. I mentioned the movie tickets we got and how Vic and I went and saw Pitch Perfect and Red Dawn. When I mentioned that the set up was a bit far fetched, my mother piped up with, "With Obama in the White House it really isn't" or something along those lines. I actually said, "So it would be Obama's fault that the North Koreans decide to invade?" And her and my father both said yes. I'm sorry, what? Just... How... I have no clue how they came to that conclusion. But then again these are the people who think Obama's gonna come to Dallas, break into their house and rape my mother. I bet they think he'll rape my father, too. *shakes head* I really wish I was adopted.
Today I went to her house to help make Christmas candy. I got to talking to Aunt Ann about my job. I mentioned the movie tickets we got and how Vic and I went and saw Pitch Perfect and Red Dawn. When I mentioned that the set up was a bit far fetched, my mother piped up with, "With Obama in the White House it really isn't" or something along those lines. I actually said, "So it would be Obama's fault that the North Koreans decide to invade?" And her and my father both said yes. I'm sorry, what? Just... How... I have no clue how they came to that conclusion. But then again these are the people who think Obama's gonna come to Dallas, break into their house and rape my mother. I bet they think he'll rape my father, too. *shakes head* I really wish I was adopted.
Accountability time, again!
Jun. 8th, 2012 05:33 pmHere are my plans for the weekend:
I was going to go see Prometheus tonight after work but Vic and I have had very little time to watch the shows we watch together so decided to come home instead so we can do that. After she goes to her father’s I’ll catch up on my shows.
Tomorrow I’ll be going to the first showing at Studio Movie Grill, they make a fabulous grill cheese. After that I need to buy some new bras, I currently only have three good ones and when I forget to wash them (like I did Wednesday) I have to wear an old one that doesn’t fit well. I then need to get some office supplies, need a foot stool for under my desk (my foot still swells especially when I wear my ballet flats), some pens (red and black are the only colors provided), pop-up Post-its and a rubber finger tip to help sort papers.
Oh, and I want to stop at Fry’s to see if they have Three Rivers or Dark Blue box sets for sale. And also want to stop at Havertys to see if I can find a price on this arm chair Vic wants for her room. And I need to pay the parental units this month's car payment.
Then on Sunday I plan on cleaning my room and hopefully my bathroom as well.
I was going to go see Prometheus tonight after work but Vic and I have had very little time to watch the shows we watch together so decided to come home instead so we can do that. After she goes to her father’s I’ll catch up on my shows.
Tomorrow I’ll be going to the first showing at Studio Movie Grill, they make a fabulous grill cheese. After that I need to buy some new bras, I currently only have three good ones and when I forget to wash them (like I did Wednesday) I have to wear an old one that doesn’t fit well. I then need to get some office supplies, need a foot stool for under my desk (my foot still swells especially when I wear my ballet flats), some pens (red and black are the only colors provided), pop-up Post-its and a rubber finger tip to help sort papers.
Oh, and I want to stop at Fry’s to see if they have Three Rivers or Dark Blue box sets for sale. And also want to stop at Havertys to see if I can find a price on this arm chair Vic wants for her room. And I need to pay the parental units this month's car payment.
Then on Sunday I plan on cleaning my room and hopefully my bathroom as well.
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Apr. 25th, 2012 06:57 pmSorry I didn't post a picture of my car last night but after I tell you about my evening, you'll understand.
My mother called around 1 to tell me she was going home sick from work but that I should call her when I leave work. Her and Vic met me at the location where I was returning the car. I'm told I'll be getting nearly $300 dollars back, Avis had a hold on over $1100 and the total rental is $842.78.
We go get my father and go to Central KIA. Since my mother's not feeling well, I tell the salesman to get the finance stuff ready before he gives me the car so my parents can go home. We got to KIA around 6 and didn't leave until around 7:30. My father wasn't happy. At all.
The salesman gave me $200 in cash, he only promised $180, and a Sonic card. Vic and I decided to have Sonic for dinner and because of that it was after 8 before we got home.
Since we were both hungry, I decided to not bother with pictures of the car.
And now, here is a picture of my pretty red car:
My mother called around 1 to tell me she was going home sick from work but that I should call her when I leave work. Her and Vic met me at the location where I was returning the car. I'm told I'll be getting nearly $300 dollars back, Avis had a hold on over $1100 and the total rental is $842.78.
We go get my father and go to Central KIA. Since my mother's not feeling well, I tell the salesman to get the finance stuff ready before he gives me the car so my parents can go home. We got to KIA around 6 and didn't leave until around 7:30. My father wasn't happy. At all.
The salesman gave me $200 in cash, he only promised $180, and a Sonic card. Vic and I decided to have Sonic for dinner and because of that it was after 8 before we got home.
Since we were both hungry, I decided to not bother with pictures of the car.
And now, here is a picture of my pretty red car:
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Apr. 21st, 2012 03:14 pmSo, I still do not have a new car and I'll tell you why:
We get to the dealership and the salesman begins showing me a Rio5, which is the hatchback version. I told him I'd rather have the sedan because I don't need the extra cargo space, and it's cheaper. The more we talk the more it becomes obvious that we're not going to get me in a brand new Rio for what my parents think I can afford (read: what they want to paywhen if I screw up for whatever reason lose my job) so they had the guy look into used cars. Then some how leasing came up and that was decided to be the best option.
They ran my credit and came back with payments of $260. They then ran my dad's and came back with $332! He lost it! As in he was vibrating with rage. I was proud that he wasn't yelling but it was a close thing. Eventually we got them down to $1000 down and $240-$250/month.
The car I'm getting is exactly like the rental, only in red. I saw one on the lot.
After we agreed to the price, the salesman came back and said he doesn't have the car on the lot. What!? I just saw one! He says it sold. He also said the earliest he can have the car ready for me, is Tuesday. My dad lost it again!
The salesman offered to pay for the rental until Tuesday, but he implied he won't have the car for me until after the rental place closes, which means I'll need the car until Wednesday. Dad told him he had better have the car for us on Tuesday or we're buying a car elsewhere.
Fingers crossed that come Wednesday I'm showing pictures of my new car!
We get to the dealership and the salesman begins showing me a Rio5, which is the hatchback version. I told him I'd rather have the sedan because I don't need the extra cargo space, and it's cheaper. The more we talk the more it becomes obvious that we're not going to get me in a brand new Rio for what my parents think I can afford (read: what they want to pay
They ran my credit and came back with payments of $260. They then ran my dad's and came back with $332! He lost it! As in he was vibrating with rage. I was proud that he wasn't yelling but it was a close thing. Eventually we got them down to $1000 down and $240-$250/month.
The car I'm getting is exactly like the rental, only in red. I saw one on the lot.
After we agreed to the price, the salesman came back and said he doesn't have the car on the lot. What!? I just saw one! He says it sold. He also said the earliest he can have the car ready for me, is Tuesday. My dad lost it again!
The salesman offered to pay for the rental until Tuesday, but he implied he won't have the car for me until after the rental place closes, which means I'll need the car until Wednesday. Dad told him he had better have the car for us on Tuesday or we're buying a car elsewhere.
Fingers crossed that come Wednesday I'm showing pictures of my new car!
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Apr. 21st, 2012 07:47 amAs you can see, since I haven't posted about it, I don't have a new car yet. It's not because we didn't find one last night, it's because we didn't go.
My dad is on call this weekend and he got a call just as they were walking out the door last night so my mother called and canceled.
We're going later today, like in an hour or two. I will post tonight with pictures of my new car.
Oh, and I mentioned to my mother about the line in that note about how I have to keep an open mind about what car I'm going to get. She said that my dad wrote it.
Uh-huh, like I believe that. See, my dad has perfect grammar and my mother doesn't.
My dad is on call this weekend and he got a call just as they were walking out the door last night so my mother called and canceled.
We're going later today, like in an hour or two. I will post tonight with pictures of my new car.
Oh, and I mentioned to my mother about the line in that note about how I have to keep an open mind about what car I'm going to get. She said that my dad wrote it.
Uh-huh, like I believe that. See, my dad has perfect grammar and my mother doesn't.
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Apr. 18th, 2012 05:18 pmThis was going to be a funny post about something awkward that happened this morning and instead is about my stupid ass parents.
( Can I *please* be an adult, now? )
( Can I *please* be an adult, now? )
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Apr. 16th, 2012 06:45 pmAs you can see, this is going to be a good news post but I thought I’d start by telling you about how my day started out terrible, no good.
I went to bed last night not feeling well but woke up feeling better. I ate breakfast, took Vic to school for her last sectional before UIL tonight, then went on to work.
My mp3 player died after about twenty minutes and I got to feeling bad again. I asked if I could go home at 11 if I didn’t start feeling better, that way I wouldn’t lose any hours/pay for the week. Obviously I got to feeling better since I'm not posting this at 11am.
Then, KIA called and said that after giving the car a thorough check the cost of repairs comes to $3800+. I called my father and asked if the offer to buy me a new car was still on the table and he said he doesn’t know. KIA was able to cancel the order for the transmission, thank God! But I still owe them for the diagnostic, the oil change and the tow. But it’s much less than $3800!I’m keeping my fingers crossed that my parents will help me buy a car because it’ll cost less in the long run.
Dad called a bit after 2 and I’m getting a new car! Hoping for a brand new one but am willing to take one that’s just a few years old. I’d like to get a KIA Rio, that’s what the rental is and I really like it, and so asked the service guy to give my number to one of the salesmen so we can talk owner loyalty and things like that.
I went to bed last night not feeling well but woke up feeling better. I ate breakfast, took Vic to school for her last sectional before UIL tonight, then went on to work.
My mp3 player died after about twenty minutes and I got to feeling bad again. I asked if I could go home at 11 if I didn’t start feeling better, that way I wouldn’t lose any hours/pay for the week. Obviously I got to feeling better since I'm not posting this at 11am.
Then, KIA called and said that after giving the car a thorough check the cost of repairs comes to $3800+. I called my father and asked if the offer to buy me a new car was still on the table and he said he doesn’t know. KIA was able to cancel the order for the transmission, thank God! But I still owe them for the diagnostic, the oil change and the tow. But it’s much less than $3800!
Dad called a bit after 2 and I’m getting a new car! Hoping for a brand new one but am willing to take one that’s just a few years old. I’d like to get a KIA Rio, that’s what the rental is and I really like it, and so asked the service guy to give my number to one of the salesmen so we can talk owner loyalty and things like that.
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Apr. 15th, 2012 03:08 pmFriday my mother eventually called and said that her and my father would help me pay for the repairs on my car and that I'd have to pay them back every payday. D'uh, was already planning on it. I told her that as soon as I start getting regular paychecks and set my budget, I'll see how much I can afford to pay them.
She just now called and asked what news I had about the car. I said none. This is because it's stupid to expect the repair shop to call me on the weekend when they didn't order the part (the transmission) until after noon on Friday. I don't see how they could have gotten the part yet, I'm sure it won't arrive until tomorrow, at the earliest because this isn't like mailing a letter. It takes more than a day or two to ship something like a transmission, especially if it's coming from one of the KIA plants in South Korea, although I'm fairly sure it'll be coming from Georgia.
She then asked if I had canceled the rental. Um, no, I still need a car. Unless her or my father are going to change their work schedules, something that I'm always required to do when I need them to take me to work, then I'm going to keep the fucking rental and they can just fuck off.
She just now called and asked what news I had about the car. I said none. This is because it's stupid to expect the repair shop to call me on the weekend when they didn't order the part (the transmission) until after noon on Friday. I don't see how they could have gotten the part yet, I'm sure it won't arrive until tomorrow, at the earliest because this isn't like mailing a letter. It takes more than a day or two to ship something like a transmission, especially if it's coming from one of the KIA plants in South Korea, although I'm fairly sure it'll be coming from Georgia.
She then asked if I had canceled the rental. Um, no, I still need a car. Unless her or my father are going to change their work schedules, something that I'm always required to do when I need them to take me to work, then I'm going to keep the fucking rental and they can just fuck off.
Another update
Apr. 13th, 2012 05:32 pmMy parents have finally talked about the decisions I made today. Instead of calling and telling me they're proud I finally acted like an adult they yelled at me for not talking to them first.
I don't get them. In one breath they're telling me I need to do these things on my own but then in the very next breath they're yelling at me for not talking to them first.
I mean, c'mon! Make up your fucking mind about whether or not I'm allowed to be an adult.
I don't get it, I really don't. They say they want me to stop relying on them so much but whenever I do they get upset that I didn't get their opinion. I tried calling them both several times during the day and they either didn't answer their phone or it went straight to voice mail.
I made the decision to have the repair shop go ahead and fix the car, requiring me to pay them $500, and to extend my rental from one week to two, which has me paying another $500 to Avis.
My mother called while Vic and I were out getting dinner and she flipped when I said that I told the repair shop I couldn't pay for two more weeks. She's under the impression that they won't hold my car for two weeks. Well, they will. I know this because I asked, while making the fucking decision on my fucking own!
She also freaked over my having to have the rental for another week. Is she going to change her work schedule so that I don't have to go to work an hour early? No, I don't think so. So since neither she nor my father are willing to sacrifice so that I don't have to sit outside in an area I'm really not comfortable in while it's dark outside, I made the best decision, or so I thought, and extended the rental since I'll need a fucking car.
If they had only answered their phones or if she had fucking called me back on her lunch (when I called earlier this morning I left a message, her phone rang and then voice mail picked up so she would have seen she had not only a missed call but a message) then we could have avoided all this because she would have offered to buy me a car and I wouldn't be in this fucking mess.
I don't get them. In one breath they're telling me I need to do these things on my own but then in the very next breath they're yelling at me for not talking to them first.
I mean, c'mon! Make up your fucking mind about whether or not I'm allowed to be an adult.
I don't get it, I really don't. They say they want me to stop relying on them so much but whenever I do they get upset that I didn't get their opinion. I tried calling them both several times during the day and they either didn't answer their phone or it went straight to voice mail.
I made the decision to have the repair shop go ahead and fix the car, requiring me to pay them $500, and to extend my rental from one week to two, which has me paying another $500 to Avis.
My mother called while Vic and I were out getting dinner and she flipped when I said that I told the repair shop I couldn't pay for two more weeks. She's under the impression that they won't hold my car for two weeks. Well, they will. I know this because I asked, while making the fucking decision on my fucking own!
She also freaked over my having to have the rental for another week. Is she going to change her work schedule so that I don't have to go to work an hour early? No, I don't think so. So since neither she nor my father are willing to sacrifice so that I don't have to sit outside in an area I'm really not comfortable in while it's dark outside, I made the best decision, or so I thought, and extended the rental since I'll need a fucking car.
If they had only answered their phones or if she had fucking called me back on her lunch (when I called earlier this morning I left a message, her phone rang and then voice mail picked up so she would have seen she had not only a missed call but a message) then we could have avoided all this because she would have offered to buy me a car and I wouldn't be in this fucking mess.
