Sigh & Complain

This week has been a culmination of massive...well, I don't exactly have the word for it. I can't say disappointment, although I've had some of those. It's just been one of those moments that makes me take a hard look at life, shake my head and sigh. Life is a hellcat, and there isn't much you can do about it. Except complain.


Dry Cleaners
I had my work clothes altered and cleaned. The bill came up to $47 bucks. I was annoyed, but had every intention of submitting it with my taxes to have that shit written off. A part of me wanted to make a copy of the slip, but I forgot. And the guy at the cleaners didn't give me a receipt. So 47 bucks down the drain, as if I have that kind of money to throw away.

Added to that, the guy hemmed my pants way too short so I walked around at work feeling like I had high waters. Then when I sat down, half my ankle was exposed. I was really annoyed. So I take them back to get them fixed, and the fucker says, with a voice of slight sympathy "I'm going to have to charge you."

Sigh.


Health Care
I went to my first appointment today since I had health insurance through my employer (Federal Government). The receptionist informs me that my co-pay is $30. THIRTY DOLLARS. My immediate response was "Why do I even pay into health insurance every month?" I'm paying maybe $70 a month into this, which I know is probably low but since I am poor, I'm complaining. I don't want to have to pay $30 every time I go to the doctor. Why the hell am I paying $70 a month if they're just going to fuck me in the ass anyway when I show up for an appointment?

I had to get a pap smear. This is legal violation of a woman's body. I don't give a fuck what anyone says, this is a legal sexual assault, and any woman who says differently is a disgrace to all women. I don't even care how beneficial it is to get one. This procedure probably ranks #2 of medical procedures I'd love to never have to go through. #1 being giving birth.

I got that Gardasil ("I wanna be one less!" How about you be one less whore and stop sleeping around?) shot after my pap. You think I hadn't suffered enough, but I go and get a shot. The initial piercing into the skin isn't bad, but the moment they start injecting that shit, it hurts like hell. I had to wonder to myself what the fuck they were giving me to force my body to have such a painful reaction to an outside substance. To make matters worse, it's a 3 series shot. One down, 2 fucking more to go.

Sigh.

Motor Vehicles
When my mom transfered ownership of Dan Jumbo from her to me, we guessed how many miles I had racked up on the car. 9000 miles in 8 months. This was in 2004. Someone at DMV or Hyundai dealership decided this was wrong and that the odometer had been tampered with and my warranty of 100,000miles/10 years was canceled. I find this out in January of 2008 when I take my car in for service.

So I have the miles verified at DMV and take it the paperwork back to Hyundai. I find out that when we transfered ownership, my warranty dropped down to 60,000 miles/5 years. Fucking great. There are a few things I want fixed in my car that is covered by my warranty that I want to have fixed up. My 5 year mark is in April 2009.

I'm thinking this news won't make my mom happy. The whole point of her getting the car for me, brand new, was so I would have a reliable car going to and from So Cal, and the 100,000 mile warranty that Hyundai offers. On the drive home I think to myself "If I know my mom the way I know my mom she's going to want to ditch the car for a new one."

I was right.

That isn't to say I'll be getting a new car. Dan Jumbo is paid off, and I rather like not having a car note to pay on top of car insurance. But it's tempting. I LOVE having a stick shift, but I'm not looking forward to driving it in LA where the stop and go traffic will hurt my leg. Then there is the elusive Mini Coooper I've always wanted, and the college grad program that they offer. Oh so tempting. I don't know anything about cars, or types of cars, so I don't even care what I get. The Cooper is the only specific car I have EVER lusted after. I'm not exactly excited about having another Hyundai, which is what my mom would prefer to go with. I don't really like what any of the Hyundai's look like so, it's whatev.

Sigh.

Housing Market
Everyone knows the housing market is bad. Shitty. Terrible. Forecloses happening every 5 minutes it seems. I thought up until early this week, that this was only happening to people who recently bought houses. That is until my mom told me the bank is foreclosing on the house and they have to move out. She's had the house since 2001. Despite that, the market is so horrible that even long term homeowners get the boot.

Sigh.

I've been spending the week helping her pack. Working seven days a week. Stressing about finances, about males. Still adjusting to my new mattress and therefore still not getting much sleep. Sometimes I wish I had the money to make all the problems go away, but I know even that won't fix anything. Sometimes I wish I had someone to lay with that would keep me from thinking of it all. Sometimes I wish I could just disappear.

Most times I'm just to tired to care.