Well, I moved. There'll be pictures soon enough... now that my mom's been here and ensured it was beautiful when she left. No, I haven't totally skewered it yet. Give me some time.
Updates on my life (fun blog to come soon):
*I lost my job because Curves is closing August 14th.
*Curves is not closing August 14th, so I still have a job.
*This semester I have three classes, lots of work hours, a thesis to write, and PhD programs to apply too.
*I'll have no life. But such is life.
I think that about sums it up.
More later :-P.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Trials and Tribulations of Being An Adult: Having Your Car Towed
I wake up this morning tired as all hell after a bad night of sleeping and really disturbing dreams.
I go downstairs, dying for coffee. I walked round and round... only to not find my car. I walked round and round for a half hour, no car. So I come back upstairs, have an emotional breakdown, call my supervisor and tell her what's up. Suffice it to say, I wasn't at work on time. Hell, I was late for my second shift too!
I go back down, I search for another half hour. Front desk doesn't come on duty until 8:00am. So I go get coffee and search some more... I guess praying it'll just show up? Maybe I'm blind? Or my natural blonde roots are showing through?
I read through my contract. I recall maybe being a little over the line. But really? First offense and tow? Puh-lease, not for the amount of money I pay for this building. But regardless, I read through my contract. All it says is to have the placard posted. Nowhere dose it note what the parking offenses are, that there is the possibility of towing, or if you are towed, whom to contact.
Finally at 8:00am, there's the front desk lady. Lo and behold, my car had been towed. I amble on down to the towing joint, blow $115 bucks and I now have my car.
At 10:00am I will be going downstairs to have a little chit-chat with the manager. Due to the notations I made about my contract above, they are in breach of contract. So either they pay me back the money, give me three months "free" parking, or my attorneys will be in contact with the management company. Forget dealing with these airheads.
But, after my mental breakdown (read: emotional), I realized that I'm lucky enough to have parents to help me out (and who happen to be lawyers), I (for once) have money in the bank to actually be able to deal with this, an understanding boss who is filling in for me (how cool is that?!) and my baby wasn't stolen. So all in all, just a petty annoyance. Pain in the butt, but petty annoyance.
I had to text mom at 3:30 this morning her time and she thought I must be sick before reading the text... so at least I've got my health, nothing drastically wrong, and I'm capable of taking care of it.
I have a confession to make...
I ate. I went way over calories allotted for breakfast. I realize I should learn to not emotionally turn to junk when I'm stressed, but this was really not the morning to do that... so I didn't. And instead screwed over healthy eating and had a fat ol' starbs drink. Yum!
Go me! ;). I'll learn one of these days... maybe...
Teaching an aging dog new tricks... maybe not...
I go downstairs, dying for coffee. I walked round and round... only to not find my car. I walked round and round for a half hour, no car. So I come back upstairs, have an emotional breakdown, call my supervisor and tell her what's up. Suffice it to say, I wasn't at work on time. Hell, I was late for my second shift too!
I go back down, I search for another half hour. Front desk doesn't come on duty until 8:00am. So I go get coffee and search some more... I guess praying it'll just show up? Maybe I'm blind? Or my natural blonde roots are showing through?
I read through my contract. I recall maybe being a little over the line. But really? First offense and tow? Puh-lease, not for the amount of money I pay for this building. But regardless, I read through my contract. All it says is to have the placard posted. Nowhere dose it note what the parking offenses are, that there is the possibility of towing, or if you are towed, whom to contact.
Finally at 8:00am, there's the front desk lady. Lo and behold, my car had been towed. I amble on down to the towing joint, blow $115 bucks and I now have my car.
At 10:00am I will be going downstairs to have a little chit-chat with the manager. Due to the notations I made about my contract above, they are in breach of contract. So either they pay me back the money, give me three months "free" parking, or my attorneys will be in contact with the management company. Forget dealing with these airheads.
But, after my mental breakdown (read: emotional), I realized that I'm lucky enough to have parents to help me out (and who happen to be lawyers), I (for once) have money in the bank to actually be able to deal with this, an understanding boss who is filling in for me (how cool is that?!) and my baby wasn't stolen. So all in all, just a petty annoyance. Pain in the butt, but petty annoyance.
I had to text mom at 3:30 this morning her time and she thought I must be sick before reading the text... so at least I've got my health, nothing drastically wrong, and I'm capable of taking care of it.
I have a confession to make...
I ate. I went way over calories allotted for breakfast. I realize I should learn to not emotionally turn to junk when I'm stressed, but this was really not the morning to do that... so I didn't. And instead screwed over healthy eating and had a fat ol' starbs drink. Yum!
Go me! ;). I'll learn one of these days... maybe...
Teaching an aging dog new tricks... maybe not...
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