You will understand the appropriateness of this
photo once you thoroughly read this blog.
I had an incredibly unsettling feeling last night. Exactly thirty minutes after I woke up this morning, I realized why. My inner ESP was channeling me. I'm not going to journal you a sob story about everything terrible horrible thing that's happened in this entire twenty four hours of Friday, but I will give you the run down. Hopefully this ends up being the short version, instead of the long.
So, I wake up on Friday morning, alive, thank God, and start getting ready for work. I prop open my Mac Book to check my bank account that my paycheck went through, as I do every friday morning, out of habit. Not that my direct deposit wouldn't go through, it's just a thing I do, I guess. I log in, staring at what looks like a terrible mistake. "Did Macy's forget to pay me?", I thought to myself in a mixed feeling of disbelief and horror. "Nooo. There's no way. What happened? Was I robbed? Did I sleep-internet shop in my sleep? Do I have a shopping problem? Do I need a therapist for this? Does my insurance cover that?" When something sudden and terrible/confusing happens to me, my mind has a habit or running a bazillion miles a minute, eventually running out of control, creating the most horrid and unrealistic scenarios to totally psych myself out. I proceed to check my recent history on my account, you know, to see why the heck my account is reading $9.01, instead of the near $500 that it's supposed to. "This must be a mistake", I promise myself.
Well, I was not sleep-internet shopping, and I definitely do not need a therapist. But someone at Progressive Auto Insurance needs to be fired pronto. Specifically in the accounting department. Because they screwed up. Big time. To make a long story short, I got a pretty hefty traffic ticket in February of this year. I was officially convicted of the violation in April. Well, Progressive failed to realize that there was a "pull over date" and a "conviction date", and instead of removing the "pull over date", they counted it as two violations instead of one, nearly doubling my premium, and emptying my bank account. Literally. In a state of rage and with a blood pressure that probably could have killed me at twenty four years old, I called them immediately to see what drugs they are on, because this was a mistake you just can not make without a crack pipe in your mouth.
The first lady I spoke to gave me the run-around, claiming she had no idea what happened, and then conveniently had "computer problems". Right. The guy she transfered me to had the heart of satan himself, and didn't really give a rats booty what the issue was, or that I had $9.01 for the next seven days to live off of, potentially bouncing checks for the next seven days, or that the company he is currently employed at completely screwed me. I could have neutered him, had arms possessed the ability to reach through my blackberry and do so.
Eventually, the situation was figured out, and he told me that everything would be fixed come my next bill. For some reason, I didn't believe him. Which, was a good move on my part, because all of his little "promises" never came true. In fact, he hung up the phone and that was it. He never made any changes, never emailed me what he was supposed to. Nothing. Slacker. Stop playing Solitaire at work, buddy. To make matters worse, they never sent me anything in the mail, like, oh, I don't know, a new insurance card, since the one I currently have expired two days ago. Isn't that their job to send me a new one? That's what I thought. Not only was I completely dead broke on pay day, but I was driving around without valid proof of insurance, exactly what got me that whopping ticket to begin with. Thank you very much, Progressive, for potentially ruining my driving record even further.
And then, as I do every first Friday of the month, I pay my monthly fee to Freehold Township Court for this big ticket of mine. Of course, I can't pay it with $9.01 in my bank account. This lead to a warrant out for my arrest. Luckily, I was able to nip it in the bud and explain the situation to the court. They actually had a heart that wasn't freezing cold, and pushed up my payment date. I sung that lady's praises until my vocal cords gave out.
After I arrived a half hour late to work, thanks to Rick and our no-so-pleasant conversation, Tori, the girl I work with, debit card gets stolen. I was not kidding when I said today was cursed-day. They made about $90 worth of purchases. I've been nauseous ever since. Especially considering the very same person that had stolen her card, had stolen cash from my wallet four times before. I might be calling my parents from jail on Monday morning. The worst of me just might come out on this man. Sorry mom and dad, in advance.
On the flip side, I did receive some amazing news today. I am 99% moving to Williamsburg in two months, a dream come true for me. Now only if I can sell my stupid car and find a job in Brooklyn, I'm set. (NOTE: Details to come.)
So much for not journaling you a sob story. Sorry for the buzz-kill blog. I'm such a Debbie Downer.
State of New Jersey vs. Alison Pinho is a permanent statement, I'm afraid.
Current Listen: Close Your Eye - Young Love
