Ok, so this is how yesterday went, or at least, the abbreviated version. I went to work, suffered a lot of pain, walked around a lot, ate a lot of ibuprofen. The lady who rear-ended me, who is my neighbor, called to tell me that she got the accident report and made me a copy. I’ll be getting that from her today, hopefully. That was the good part of the day.
The bad part of the day: I had to speak to my ex because he has my stuff for income taxes and I need to get that from him so I can get it filed and get my return check. Well, I was supposed to pick it up from him Saturday. Obviously, that didn’t happen, what with being rear-ended and my car being towed and all. Well, he told me Satur that he would give me a call Sunday and let me know when he would bring it by on Sunday. Did I hear from him at all on Sunday? No. So I called him yesterday and asked him to drop it off on his way home. He got all huffy about having to drop it off because he was going to work late. I said fine, if it wasn’t too late, he could leave it in my mailbox and just call me and let me know if he was going to bring it by. Well, I ended up borrowing a car from a friend (Thanks PC!) and so I was taking care of some business last night. Ex calls and wants to know if I’m at home. This is roughly 6p. I say no, I’m running some errands and would he just put it in my mailbox. So instead of being a decent human being (knowing that I had been in a wreck and that I had a lot of shit to do) and putting it in my mailbox, HE GOT MAD AT ME FOR EVEN SUGGESTING IT. He pissed me off so bad, it’s probably a good thing that I don’t remember most of what he said to me. I only remember him saying something about he might as well just mail it to me. So I told him to do that and hung up. I was SO PISSED! What is his problem? Anyway, the stupid bastard called back. TWICE. Right. Like I’m going to talk to him. WHATEVER. SEND. IT. IN. THE. MAIL. ASSHOLE.
Whew, glad to get that off my chest. Anyway, the other sucky thing that happened yesterday was that I had a notice from my property managers about things to remember when moving out. That was another WTF! moment. I called them this morning about it, and turns out it was a mistake and meant for my downstairs neighbor. Sheesh. I was ready to have puppies. I mean, could it get any worse? So, thankfully, the only bad thing was the ex.
Ugh. What can I say? When it rains, it pours.
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