"I'd like to speak to your supervisor."
"I'd like to speak to the supervisor here."
"You see, I was driving down Oliver on Saturday night. I stopped for a train, and had only sped up to about thirty mph by the time I crossed the tracks that your company has been
repairing retracking working on for the last several months. I met oncoming traffic after the train, so I stayed directly in my own lane, and hit a drop off, which ruined damaged blew out both tires on the passenger side of my car, and bent both of the rims, ruining one completely. I feel that the accident is the result of poor and incomplete construction and no signs warning of the drop off, so here is the bill for two tires, one rim, and a front end alignment I would like to know what the railroad can do to offset the price of the damages they caused my car."
-they're going to laugh me out of the building.
I have pictures documenting the accident and the drop off during daylight, and eyewitnesses in the form of the two young men who not only stopped, but turned around to help me when the passed me and heard the tires go, and a Sheriffs officer who came to see what was going on when he finished rousting a drunk down the road. So if they do laugh me out of the building, I'll finally get to utter the phrase everyone always wants to say: "You'll be hearing from my attorney."
So far this has cost me one hundred dollars that I had saved toward the deposit on an apartment, with the promise of more to come. If I do have to sue them, should I sue them for the wasted time and energy I was forced to exert going to three wal marts before finding one that had my tire, going all the way to BFE to a salvage yard to get a new rim, and for the mental anguish of watching my tiny savings disappear, too? That's worth something, right?
I've had a stress headache for days.
In other news: I got my hair cut Friday, (When I still had a money surplus). I have a lot of bangs now, but none of the length is gone, just the weight. And it feels glorious.
My cat is becoming one of those cats that stays out all night, carousing. Which would be fine by me, except that we live in the country, and there are cyotes and bobcats. Well, I've never seen bobcats, but I've "heard tell of them in these here parts." The cyotes I've seen, very close up. They like to eat cats, you know. Especially cheeky little yellow ones who are well-fed and cuddly.
Niomi is going to come to Emporia with me on Friday! To hunt for apartments! I don't have to do it alone! She's a great friend. We don't get to hang out very often anymore, unless we're working together. I've got two jobs, she's got one and an internship at the WB, so we're two in demand ladies. But this will be good. And it's the start of my vacation!
Vacation plans so far:
Friday day: apartment hunting. Friday night, "First Fridays" in KC.
Saturday day: Stacy's engagement party, Leavenworth. Saturday night: Shakespeare in the Park, Henry V, featuring one Vi Tran.
Sunday: just hanging out with Christine in her new KC digs. Maybe I'll go window shopping (since I'll have 0 monies).
It's my first paid vacation. Aren't you proud of me and my adultness?