I am now a total convert to the belief system that states that you need a vacation from your vacation. I flew in from Milwaukee on Sunday and went right to work on Monday morning without so much as a gripe… well there was no griping before 9am… I think… lol
While I loved my vacation it felt good being back home in my own space. I got to play with my cat and talk with my mom for a bit… and get some good sleep in my wonderful pillow top bed. I still haven’t unpacked my bags completely… don’t judge me… I know it’s a shame :)
Work was pretty much what I expected it to be this week. It’s our add/drop period. If you are at all familiar with that period of time in the semester you are well aware of the craziness that can ensue when you have students wanting to make last minute changes to the class schedule. Couple that with the avalanche of voice mails and emails that I had waiting for me despite the out-of-office messages on both… I was over the novelty of being back to work by 2:30… on Monday lol
My Managerial Mathematics course began this week. If you don’t know I’m working on my MBA in Project Management. Pray for me because while math is probably my weakest subject I’m going to get all of my Finance courses out of the way one after another if they are being offered in that sequence. I’m serious… PRAY FOR YA GIRL!
I made a very adult-like decision to not purchase the Tiffany necklace that I have been lusting after for the last few months. Instead I took that money and purchase some personal training sessions at my gym… My cardio and strength training game is about to tight as hell… just you watch!
My week was pretty uneventful… well with the exception of my car having… let’s call them.. issues. I was planning to put my car in the shop just before my vacation so that it could be worked on for the two weeks that I was on vacation. Well the two feet of snow that we received here in Philly the weekend before thwarted my plans of taking it in to the repair shop due to the city plowing my car in with a foot thick of solid snow… better known as ICE. There was no way I was going to be able to get that car out of that spot without a team of National Guardsmen. So my whip stayed cozily parked in front of my house for two solid weeks.
I came home from vacation to find that almost every bit of snow was gone! A miracle in the form of two days of pouring rain took care of that in my absence. Having avoided driving in snow I felt quite victorious and began working out a timeline to put my car in the shop to get repaired. Apparently I wasn’t moving fast enough and the Universe felt that I wasn’t planning to do anything to my first car.
Around 1:30 on Thursday morning I awake to a thud. My first thought was that something had happened to my mother and that she had fallen or something. Once I realized that she was still sleeping “something” told me to head to the window in my bedroom. I’m sure you can imagine my surprise when I saw that my trunk was opened… once my vision adjusted I could see a few more things… my car was completely on the sidewalk in front of my house and that there was a five door hatchback attached to my driver’s side rear. My hearing noticed that this car was trying to get it’s engine started.
Yeah… I had the same look on my face as you probably do now.
The next thing I do is grab my camera and FLY down the steps in my nightgown and flip flops… yelling for my mother to call the police and tell them someone has hit my car and is trying to leave the scene of the crime!
I get outside and the hatchback in now in the middle of the street. I am almost certain that the grown ass man that was driving the car had to push his car off of mine because he was still attempting to get the car started.
I run around the back of his car and commit his license plate number to memory just before he pulls off like the crazed douche that he is. I call for my mom to bring me the telephone so that I can call the police again to let them know the license plate number and the direction of the perp… yeah I watch A LOT of crime television!
I’m looking around and taking pictures of everything because a picture is worth more than a thousand words when it comes to situations like this… There is all sorts of debris in front of my house… including the other car’s cooling system… I don’t know how that fool was able to pull off.
Two minutes later I see a patrol car come the wrong way up my one way street, make a u-turn at the corner and pull over on the other side of my street. He gets out and asks me what happened and I given him a description of the the car and its license plate number. I thought the car was grey, but the officer asks me if I was sure that the car wasn’t green… At that point I didn’t think so but I told him that it was a light color and since it was so dark that I thought that it could have been a light color green. The officer then tells me that that they found the car and wants me to come and identify it.
So… ya girl had her first trip in the back of a patrol car. It was more like a plastic bench in the back of those things and I was sliding all over it as the officer was speeding the 4 blocks to the secondary crime scene (yeah I know my lingo). We pull up just past the car and as soon as I see it I KNOW that this is the vehicle that crashed into my car. I start yelling that is the MutherEffin car that hit me!!! What idiot would cause an accident like that and then leave his car FOUR BLOCKS AWAY from the original scene!
That’s when the officer says, “oh he didn’t leave, he is in the back of the other patrol car back there”.
*BLINK BLINK*
I began the fruitless pursuit of escaping the backseat of a patrol car… well I guess it’s pretty common knowledge that those things are built to keep people IN them… and go figure that the officer wouldn’t let my crazed ass out of it so that I could try to get to the dude that hit me.
Turns out that he has pretty much screwed himself buy leaving the scene of an accident and then get caught due to his erratic driving with all of that front-end damage. I am quite sure that he is still cooling his heels in a jail somewhere.
The officer then brought me back to my house and while he completed his paperwork I began relieving my cars of its contents. Because the car was leaking gas and was completely on the side walk… It needed to be towed. This is the point of this ordeal that I discovered that 24-Hour Tow Companies… don’t really exist on the early part of a week night… I literally had to call 14 tow companies before I reached one that had a working number, had a live body answer the phone, AND was available to come out and get my car at that hour of the morning.
I just got the word yesterday that my car is officially totaled. Unfortunately I am almost certain that I owe more on it than it is actually worth so that when this is all said and done I will still owe the finance company some money. I called them to update them on my situation and they were like.. we will “work with you” on all of that… I’m sure that is code for “we will royally screw you in your darkest hour”. Right now I don’t have much choice. When I officially find out what/if I owe and get a copy of the police report I will then begin looking for another car and ultimately include that expense in my claim when I file it in Small Claims court.
I am thankful for a few things…
- I was not in the car
- There was no one walking on the sidewalk
- My car was parked far enough away from my neighbors that their car didn’t get any damage
- That my car was parked where it was because if it wasn’t that drunk driver would have come straight through my living room. His car was smaller than mine and was traveling at a rate that caused his air bag to deploy and moving with enough momentum to push my entire car onto the sidewalk from a parked position.
- That I have full/collision/rental coverage and I only missed one day of work.
- That they caught the bastard.
- It also appears that he has insurance. Praying that his policy is active.
Don’t be surprised if you see me on Judge Judy or Judge Joe Brown or somebody like that!
Be Blessed,
