#bitch is fucking charging me a $200 ticket for driving too close to the car in front of me

[lunarflwrs]

god restrain me from sending a giant FUUUUUCCKKKKKK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU to the police officer from my case

[sumergosuigeneris]

June 9, 2019

It’s Sunday morning, and I am on my way back to the old state. Ridiculous no matter how I try to get there. I was gonna take public transpo to the station, but I was tired as hell, so decided to splurge on a ride. Lift blows; I’m disappointed. There was no one nearby, so I splurged on the luxury level. The time, if I’d gotten there on time, would have left me 15 minutes - enough time for a coffee and to get a paper ticket. Instead, this dude was slow as fuck. And then, part of the roads were closed off for an event, and that was too much for him. We were already late, and he didn’t turn right at an intersection during a red. Even though there was no sign saying he couldn’t. I didn’t get any coffee and barely caught the train.

I will admit that I should have given myself more of a window. But honestly, I just *assumed* there would be more cars around. If there had been, I’d have gotten there with 20-30 minutes leeway.

So no coffee or breakfast for me. I ended up buying on the train. Crap.

I was ticked at all that, but I could have tried to leave earlier I guess, so I *was* gonna give him 4 or 3 stars. But then I see that I was charged $44 for a ride quoted as $33 (still overpriced, and it wasn’t a luxury vehicle whatever that means) so I gave him a bad rating and lodged a complaint. Got a reply that the meter had stayed on b/c he lost internet connection or some bullshit, and they’d give me back my $11. Nah. That’s bullshit. They won’t do anything, just like am a zon doesn’t and none of the companies do, but I pushed it anyway. And I complained online. Not to try to get extras, but for other people to see. I feel like companies only respond to issues and try to change for the better when there’s a public incident.

I had talked to Civil War Bob Friday, and we’d agreed I’d take the 1-day option. In at about 1pm, and out about 5pm. But I didn’t get around to booking until yesterday afternoon and those tickets were not available. Luckily there was a cheaper hotel room or I’d have cancelled on him. But I don’t think I’m going to tell him I’m staying over. I love him, but he’s a broken record, in that he talked about 5 topics and he stretches that shit out. Also, I just want to veg and go to sleep early b/c the bus leaves at 9am tomorrow.

I’m planning on getting pizza. Sad when I keep moving farther and farther away from good pizza.

Yesterday, I mostly vegged. I’m tired. Always so tired. I didn’t even go out for racquetball. I did get out to pick up some pictures for the gift I have for Bob. Turns out the two of us don’t have as many pics as I thought we did. And they suck. So I’ll have to take care of that today.

But I couldn’t find the pics anywhere I could look easily, so I signed into head magazine. It’s been since January/December. I felt really weird. I ignored all the notifications etc... It was interesting going through old pictures, but i couldn’t find my really old albums. I think all the pics were there, but not under their albums. It was very annoying. It was however interesting to look at my old pics. Good and bad. But it reinforced my conflict about getting involved in it again. Like, I have people in my life from moving forward, but I feel like all those old people have expectations of me that I clearly didn’t live up to. And I don’t feel like telling them, or answering questions. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know.

But for the same reasons, I’m not telling anyone I’ll be there. Bob and guns and pizza. That’s it.

Avoidance is my MO.

Work was interesting/uncomfortable on Friday. Everything was going la di dah. Had my latinx group meeting. And I had to drive the agenda again. But I’m grateful the pres realized he shouldn’t be prez next year. If someone with energy wants it, they can have it. If no one throws their hat in, I’ll take it. But I’m looking for jobs, so....

Then, around 1230pm, the HR lady showed up. It was weird. I couldn’t figure out why she was there, but some people kept going in with her. I finally asked one of the guys from boss2′s group, and he said he’d gotten a final warning. a) that was a bit of a shocker, but not too much. I see her calendar. And he’d told me before he didn’t like her management style. b) but I have absolutely no idea what their problem with him is. I might ask. c) he wasn’t the only one who went in with her. Did all of the people get warnings? I didn’t really pay attention, or have the wherewithal to see everyone. I only saw one woman go in, and I can’t imagine her getting a warning either. So maybe it was a multitasking day. Anway, hr lady hung around. I almost asked her to go to our party, and decided against it. Because it would be weird, and I at least would be uncomfortable. But damned if she didn’t go to the party. And she didn’t just pop in, as would have been appropriate. Nope, she stayed the whole fucking time. She was one of the last to leave. It made me really uncomfortable. Was she observing us? Spying? Was she hanging around in case any of the people she met with made a scene? I don’t know but it definitely put a damper on things for me.

I had a rough start to the party. I was expecting the food right as the meeting/event was starting - 2pm. At 2:57pm I got a call that the card wouldn’t run. I was pissed because I gave them the info and asked them to run it on Wednesday. He told me the card was declined, and he wouldn’t send the food until it was run. I had to ask Deputy Doolittle to activate the new card. Called back, gave him the info and asked him to rush since the food was already 5 minutes late. Did I have a bit of an attitude? Yes. But. He yelled at me (not volume, really) that it wasn’t their fault, our card was expired, and he hung up on me. He didn’t even run the card with me on the phone in case there were more problems. I was pissed, so I actually wrote a complaint email, while I was still upset so I wouldn’t rationalize myself out of it. The food showed up 25 minutes late. Luckily, I’d brought in sweets and made a small tray. That tided over enough people. But also my drinks didn’t come in on time, so I had to go out and buy more. So yeah, I’d been a bit frazzled when the guy called me at 2:57pm. But there were people who’d never been to one of our events before, so they didn’t miss the booze, nor did they expect food. And luckily, of the 80 invited, only around 50 showed up. The people had a good time, at least that’s what they told me. And the party people were nice to me. It was weird. The one bitch who never talks to me, and blew me off when I cleared my schedule to work her conference for a whole week - super nice, and stayed to help me clean up, and actually chatted with me. It’s definitely the fucking twilight zone in location2. And one of the girls from boss2′s other team asked me why I never showed up to their women in IT group events. I told her I wasn’t invited. She said that was an oversight. I even asked if the people from my main dept’s group could be invited. So, look at me getting people opportunities, even when they haven’t been nice to me. lol.

And there was still lots of leftovers. I’m getting better though.

Ran to the club afterwards. I thought there was a social event. There wasn’t. The events are Sat/Sun, not Fri/Sat. So I chilled with them. But one lady I really like, one of the people I’m closest to, relatively speaking, seems to have a real problem with people being swingers. That seems to be her go-to word for people who deviate even a little bit from her idea of how sex goes lol. Like, we randomly ended up talking about black sails. I haven’t seen it in forever, and missed the last season, I guess. She thought Barlowe and her hubby were swingers. I had to be like no there was definitely homosexuality involved, but it was more complicated than that, and I wasn’t sure all the dynamics. She finally came around to it, but she called some other people swingers later. Very odd. Note to self: don’t do/say anything queer around her lol.

I will say Friday night was the second time I ate a ton of fruit and wasn’t full. Not sure what’s wrong with me. Fruit used to be filling.

Also, I think I’m going to try a different toothpaste. I threw up again this morning, one of the reasons I was running behind, and I’m wondering about that. Because I had a little toothpaste on the very back of my tongue, near the uvula(?). I didn’t even have time to TRY to rinse again before I was puking. Thank god I was on an empty stomach. The only thing that came out was a lot lot lot of water. I don’t even remember drinking that much. Whatever.

Oh, and since I’m pissed at lift, I decided to use hoober. But I can’t get into my account! They keep asking me all this info, including verifying a card that I can’t verify b/c it’s expired b/c I haven’t used them since they broke the strike thing at the airport. It’s been so long, I don’t even remember what that was about lol.

So, I’m going with a taxi, which I probably should have this morning as well, if I’d been thinking clearly.

All of this means that it will cost me upwards of $200 to visit the old state for less than 24 hrs. Ugh. It’s definitely cheaper to rent an $80 car for a 1 day (even if it means getting up at 3am) and driving, then any of these other options. To my dismay. I’d figured, but I’d also hoped I was wrong.....

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OOC: 

I’m SICK of my sister's existence. 

She and her husband are pieces of trash and I hate them. 

The assholes won't move out of my parent's house. The husband won't get a better fucking job than Legoland working a high schooler summer job full time with little pay, my sister won't get a job period and still thinks she’s a housewife when she doesn’t even have a fucking home of her own. She is shit at cleaning, actually, she doesn’t even help clean the house and every time I go home for just a few days I feel DISGUSTING and FILTHY no matter how hard I wash my body because the bathroom is THAT FUCKING GROSS. And despite all this she thinks our parents are the problem with the house. NEWSFLASH BITCH OUR FATHER IS DEPRESSED AND SUICIDAL, HE’S FUCKING CRIPPLED FROM A WORK INJURY AND THE SCHOOLDISTRICT HE WORKED FOR FUCKED HIM OVER AND OUR MOTHER IS STRESSED AND CONSIDERING WORKING EVEN MORE AND STRESSING OUT EVEN MORE BY GETTING A SECOND JOB BECAUSE SHE CAN’T EVEN PAY HER BILLS AND IS IN DANGER OF LOSING THE HOUSE YOU’RE MOOCHING IN AND IT’S YOUR FAULT BECAUSE SHE HAS TO TAKE CARE OF YOUR FAMILY AND HER OWN. 

They take over EVERYTHING in the house too. The living room, my bedroom, my parent's bedroom, the bathroom, EVERYTHING IS COVERED IN HER KIDS SHIT OR HAS THEM RUNNING IN AND OUT AND GIVING NO ONE ANY PRIVACY. WHY DO YOU THINK I NEVER LIKE GOING HOME?Dad used to sit in the living room with me. When she moved in and the kids took over the living room TV and room, in general, he shut himself in his room. His room is also where they run in and out of to use the bathroom and bathe. Or WAS. He finally told my sister she has to make them use the hall bathroom, the disgusting one, and she got offended and pissy. SHE GOT OFFENDED AND PISSY THAT HE WANTED PRIVACY IN HIS OWN ROOM. 

NOT TO MENTION WHEN I WAS PACKING THINGS TO GO TO COLLEGE SHE DIDN’T WASTE TIME BEFORE COLUMBUSING MY BEDROOM AND LETTING HER KIDS TEAR UP MY $500 DESK AND OTHER THINGS THAT ARE MINE AND HAVE BEEN IN GREAT CONDITION UNTIL I LEFT. 

My parents can’t pay bills, can’t buy food, can’t go out BUT THIS BITCH PAID FOR A MEMBERSHIP TO A FAIRE AND GOES OUT CONSTANTLY AND HER FAT ASS HUSBAND GOES TO JACK IN THE BOX SO OFTEN HE KNOWS ONE OF THE WINDOW WORKERS IS THERE EVERY FUCKING DAY. 

The kids don’t need a fun weekend every week at the faire. THEY NEED AND WANT A FUCKING HOUSE OF THEIR OWN. 

It isn’t even just them. It’s my brother too. He’s 26, can’t hold a job most of the time, then when he got a job and agreed to pay my parents rent HE DIDN’T and REFUSED to. You know how much he’s supposed to pay? 75 DOLLARS. He can’t be assed to give them that fucking much. My sister pays 200 when it should be more than that since there are 4 humans and 2 animals on her end. Either way both of their ‘rent’ payments aren’t enough to pay a single bill. 

My parents has scrimped and scrounged all their lives, and had to give up and lose even more when my sister moved in. They’ve always had to help her pay for things off an on through the years of her marriage, and they’ve always had to pay for my brothers fuck ups-2 car crashes, multiple car repairs, tickets, he’s STOLEN from them and my grandma, he’s fucked their credit by being evicted from his apartment, they’ve had to help him get his car out of a tow yard because he was an ass and refused to follow parking rules, and just so much more. 

BOTH of them still live with my parents. BOTH of them are stressing them so much they look like they’ll drop dead any fucking second. If they do die, I am the one in charge of their assets-my parents both already confirmed this to me. My siblings aren’t getting shit if they cause our parents deaths.  Another main thing that pisses me off, that I try not to tell my parents because I already express concern and disgust over my siblings abusing their helping hand and not giving a shit about  their health or the effect their shit is giving the parents, is the fact that my parents are always APOLOGISING TO ME.  

Why would they apologize? They feel like they never got to really do anything for me. When I needed Drivers ed, they had to buy a new car because my brother crashed his and in doing so I lost a ride to school and since we lived too close for a bus but still hours walk away I had to walk to school and sometimes wait for my dad to pick me up an hour and a half after school.  I didn’t even have a phone at this time so if something happened to me walking to and from school, I’d be fucked. I finally get drivers ed, but the teachers refused to teach me beyond neighborhood driving so basically I failed that and I’ve never been able to live that down because it affects my life daily. But even if I could drive-they were saving for a car for me, it would have been my first, one I could learn in, one I could have for just me, they wanted me to get one last year or so. I’d been helping pay for groceries and things around the house when I had a job, I never argued about it, was always OFFERING -UNLIKE SOME PRICKS- and they wanted to do something for me because they never could give me things like a car, prom, etc etc. because they always had to pay for my siblings. But money got even tighter because of how many fucking people were in the house. There are 7 people not including me, then 4 dogs, 1 turtle, a tank of fish, and now 5 ducks, and then me and the cat who live away from home for school. The turtle is also mine. He’d be here but I don’t have room since I live in a tiny bedroom and my roommates are trash and I’m not able to even use the rest of the apartment. -But that’s another issue.   ANYWAYS I’M SICK OF IT ALL I’M SICK OF THEM I’M SICK OF MONEY AND NOT HAVING IT I’M SICK OF THE FACT THAT MY HOMELESS BITCH SISTER CAN GO OUT AND HAVE FUN WHILE MY PARENTS SUFFER. 

My parents always say it should only be three that they take care of themselves and me, and that’s the truth of how it should be but these fucking failures keep ruining it and every time my parents say that it’s my time for them to focus on just me it turns into an apology for a broken promise. All that plus the situation away from home, my living in a tiny bedroom and not being able to use the rest of the apartment, being attacked by the roommates dog constantly, having no friends, bad grades, no life, no fun, and no money for simple necessities...I’m just...