Dealing with my insurance company and not being able to go to classes has become a brand new hell for me. Not being able to go to classes has left me where I was before they started, depressed and sitting on my ass at the apartment, and this time I can't even run errands to petsmart or continue looking for a job.
I have a rental car agreement with my insurance policy. but I dont have a credit card or proof of residence (like a utility bill or pay stub) so they are unable to rent one to me. The sheer depression and stress I felt over the accident has been multiplied by all of the phone calls and problems we have hit. From what the appraiser said and what my adjuster believes, it looks like the damage is enough (hopefully because of the tranny and not the body damage) that they make actually call my car totaled, due to its age. Sure it's a 15 year old car, and maybe it's just a loose hose for the transmission, but it's a unibody, so if that's bent, I'm fucked.
So now I'm worrying about finding a car (but I don't know my price range yet) and worrying about the licensing (because I sure as hell don't want to license it here, I want it licensed in WA). It seems I've cried more than laughed in the time I've lived in California. Fucking great.
Let's break away from the depressing:
So I keep getting a few comments here and there on Waking the dead. It's nice and I really appreciate it. I was glad that someone finally mentioned the bow tie I was wearing! Just 675 more comments to go! So I'm going to sit here, doing the homework I can, eating cookies from Corey's mom, and wait for those comments to keep coming in, Here's another little push:
Waking the Dead
And a reminder of what's in store when you click that link:
I really need some cheering up....this is fucking ridiculous. I want coffee.....and sort of want starbucks (reminds me of home) but..there's a lack of money
one last thing:
FUCK
I have a rental car agreement with my insurance policy. but I dont have a credit card or proof of residence (like a utility bill or pay stub) so they are unable to rent one to me. The sheer depression and stress I felt over the accident has been multiplied by all of the phone calls and problems we have hit. From what the appraiser said and what my adjuster believes, it looks like the damage is enough (hopefully because of the tranny and not the body damage) that they make actually call my car totaled, due to its age. Sure it's a 15 year old car, and maybe it's just a loose hose for the transmission, but it's a unibody, so if that's bent, I'm fucked.
So now I'm worrying about finding a car (but I don't know my price range yet) and worrying about the licensing (because I sure as hell don't want to license it here, I want it licensed in WA). It seems I've cried more than laughed in the time I've lived in California. Fucking great.
Let's break away from the depressing:
So I keep getting a few comments here and there on Waking the dead. It's nice and I really appreciate it. I was glad that someone finally mentioned the bow tie I was wearing! Just 675 more comments to go! So I'm going to sit here, doing the homework I can, eating cookies from Corey's mom, and wait for those comments to keep coming in, Here's another little push:
Waking the Dead
And a reminder of what's in store when you click that link:
I really need some cheering up....this is fucking ridiculous. I want coffee.....and sort of want starbucks (reminds me of home) but..there's a lack of money
one last thing:
FUCK
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sorry for the stress, lovely. that really sucks. heads-up though, it will get better. no worries.
i'll keep checkin up on you.
-m