|15 March 2001 ... The Ides of March|
It's been a day. It started out normal enough. I got up, I computered,
I ate pizza for breakfast. Around 11, I got a call from my temp agency.
Actually, THE call. Yay, they gave me a job! I start on monday.
My first thought is of my car, I need to buy at least one tire and it's due for a tune up. I walk down to my car to get the exact mileage... and find that, yet again, someone has opened their car door into my car. There's a horrible scrape covering about half the driver's door.
Oh, I was pissed. And again, there's no one around to blame it on. But I am bound and determined to complain about it. I run down to the apartment office, they tell me they can do nothing unless I know who did it. Then, I have to call my mom because I didn't know what to do next. She tells me to call the insurance people and maybe the police.
So, they aren't going to give me any money to fix my poor, poor broken car. But I feel better for complaining about it. I decided not to call the police, the nice lady told me it would probably be pointless since I don't have a witness and it would be impossible to prove anything since dings happen in parking lots all the time.
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