Today has been “one of those days.” A sequence of bad luck events has left me feeling drained, irritable and downright angry. First is the ongoing saga that started when a drunk moron passed out at the wheel of his car and backed into the passenger door of my (previously) beautiful Crossfire after a Coldplay concert. I took my car in today after battling with insurance companies for the last week. He was uninsured at the time the accident occurred; therefore I have to pay my $500 deductible to GEICO and GEICO will go after him to collect. I estimate the probability of GEICO collecting any amount of money from this “Moises Garcia” to be less than five percent. But GEICO assures me they will pursue him and use a collections agency. If he doesn’t pay up, it will adversely affect his credit (allegedly). It still doesn’t put the $500 back in my pocket. Argh.
The other major contributor to my gloom today is the death of my Mac Book as I know it. Yes, the hard drive crashed yesterday and instead of an Apple logo, I had a very sad circle with a line through it (similar to a “No Smoking” sign) pop up on the screen…and then nothing. Goodbye pictures, iTunes library, resume, etc. I think the last time I backed up was like eight months ago. I switched to a Mac because I thought they were supposed to be more dependable. When I asked the Apple worker what caused the crash, he noted, “It was made on Planet Earth.” A very precise and very insightful answer to my question which made me feel so much better. Argh squared.
After I get my Crossfire back (I am currently driving a bitchin’ Chevy Cobalt) – hopefully before the weekend, I have to take it in again to repair the damage done by the overworked lawyer that backed into the bumper as I was walking out to my sad Crossfire several Thursdays ago. My poor car is bruised and beaten and actually was attacked by a flock of birds who apparently decided to drop off Thanksgiving dinner on it a couple of days ago. I have never seen so much bird poop on a car in my life and I didn’t even park under a tree.
My wonderful roommate Sara is abandoning me to move in with her boyfriend Todd. Although I am excited about inheriting the parking spot and no longer having to co-habitate with a cat, I am terrified of who might move in. Sara is considerate, friendly, business savvy, kind and a joy to live with. She doesn’t have late night parties and we don’t have a third roommate despite the fact that she has a serious boyfriend. She is pretty much the perfect roommate. I think the chances of me finding a roommate as cool as Sara are about as high as GEICO sending along the payments they collect from Moises Garcia. Argh cubed.
And that concludes my whining session for the day. Please don’t call the whaa-bulance. I still have my health, my family, a good job and hope that my bad luck streak is up for the time being.
