It only gets better...

Warning: This post is filled with bad words. You don't like it? Piss off now. I'm mad. Suck it up.

(this will also fill in the details on a lot of the 'car-stuff' that I had go on prior to getting the new wheels. If you have questions, feel free. I'm bitter and I'm happy to spew.)

saraheisme (2:47:40 PM): stupid fuckers at the insurance company cancelled my policy because they said they didn't receive proof of my licence reinstatement...which I took in BY HAND and gave the the head fucker.
saraheisme (2:48:03 PM): I also faxed 2 copies to the subordinate fuckers, which they claimed to not receive...which is why I took one in myself.
saraheisme (2:48:18 PM): so they sent me
sarah says:
saraheisme (2:48:18 PM): so they sent me a nasty voicemail, and a letter to the DMB.
saraheisme (2:48:20 PM): v.
saraheisme (2:48:44 PM): which just in turn sent ME a letter saying that if I didn't provide proof of insurance pronto, they were going to cancel my drivers license again.
sarah says:
saraheisme (2:48:47 PM): Fuckers.
saraheisme (2:48:54 PM): also, I got short paid by $600 today.
saraheisme (2:48:58 PM): 'an oversight'
saraheisme (2:49:04 PM): which will, in turn, bounce my rent.
saraheisme (2:49:14 PM): "We'll add it onto your next pay--that'll be alright won't it?"
saraheisme (2:49:17 PM): no, no it won't.
Scott @ ..... says:
:-O
sarah says:
saraheisme (2:49:17 PM): no, no it won't.
saraheisme (2:49:39 PM): address my next pay to the cardboard box in the front parking lot, wouldja?
saraheisme (2:49:50 PM): I won't be sleeping in my CAR, because my CAR payment will likely also bounce.
saraheisme (2:49:59 PM): but since i will have no insurance, nor a license, it won't matter.
saraheisme (2:50:10 PM): ...that's why. :)
Scott @ ..... says:
holy fuck
sarah says:
yep...good times.
sarah says:
fuckers.
sarah says:
anyway. )
sarah says:
it does put a wrinkle in my weekend plans, that's for certain.
sarah says:
I"m just glad I didn't decide to drive to Ontario after all.
sarah says:
I just jumped through so many stupid hoops last month to get a piece of bullshit sorted out that shouldn't have happend in the first place, that this all just ices the freaking cake.
Scott @ ..... says:
weird
sarah says:
how's that?
Scott @ ..... says:
I don't understand the car problems
sarah says:
they're a little complex. I had a bunch of bullshit that resulted after my moving to Halifax. I had two cars, and left one in Saint John.
sarah says:
I got pulled over and had the wrong insurance in the car. I got a ticket for failure to produce. so i took in the insurance to the police the next day, they marked my ticket as cancelled and said "have a nice day"
Scott @ ..... says:
right
sarah says:
yeah...I thought everything was cool.
sarah says:
I still had my NB license, never changed it.
sarah says:
I went to buy this car, and went in to change my DL.
Scott @ ..... says:
have 30 days to change yer license
sarah says:
yeah, well...I didn't.
Scott @ ..... says:
yea
sarah says:
I also stopped driving for about 5 months, so it wasn't a big deal.
sarah says:
I was still insured in NB, and my car was registered there...things were fine.
sarah says:
So.
sarah says:
went in to change my license over, and found it had been CANCELLED.
sarah says:
because the fucker at the police station didn't do anything other than mark my copy of the ticket cancelled. They didn't do anything in the computer to show that I'd given them proof of insurance.
sarah says:
so.
Scott @ ..... says:
man o man
sarah says:
I went to the courthouse to try and get this sorted out...
sarah says:
yeah, it was a long, stressful saga.
sarah says:
which was supposedly sorted out. Until today.
sarah says:
um...where was i...it's still crazy from here.
sarah says:
had to go to the courthouse to get a court date to prove i had insurance at the time...my date is in two weeks from now. Earliest I could get.
sarah says:
but I'd already committed to the car. It was sitting at the dealership waiting for me to pick it up.
Scott @ ..... says:
jesus
sarah says:
and since it was a buddy who had kinda put himself on the line to get me such a great deal, I couldn't just say "Oops, changed my mind...I'll be back in 6 weeks"
sarah says:
so I had to find a way around it.
sarah says:
I found that if I could get proof of insurance, teh DMV could lift the suspension
sarah says:
but the insurance company wouldn't give me insurance without proof from the DMV
sarah says:
so that took a day and a half of going back and forth between the two. Which is no fun on the bus.
sarah says:
because it takes an hour to get from one end of town to the other.
sarah says:
And I was too scared to drive, becasue I'd been lucky enough to not get pulled over for a year and a half....with my luck, I'd get in an accident or get pulled over and go to jail. :)
sarah says:
so...finally, got all the paperwork done...the insurance people would issue, but only as a high-risk policy.
sarah says:
which took my 6* rating (perfect) and my $800/year policy to $3600/year.
sarah says:
payable in advance.
sarah says:
"oh, and we don't take cheques"
sarah says:
...or cash.
sarah says:
so I had to take the money out of hte bank machine in small increments, go to the post office and purchase several money orders to pay the insurance folks.
sarah says:
a couple of days later, everything was sorted out.
sarah says:
until today. :)
Scott @ ..... says:
haha
Scott @ ..... says:
wow
sarah says:
and today, they also shorted my pay by almost $600 'by accident'
sarah says:
because I can afford that.
sarah says:
anyway.

So...I'm sitting here waiting for something to happen. I was going to go out, head to the park. Take a walk...find something to do. But first? First I decided to check my bank statement online.

And I found that I had been short paid by about $600.

This would be bad at any point in time, but right now? It's causing me INTENSE stress.

You see, I'm on vacation. I was supposed to be going places, doing things...spending money.

I can't do that.

I also just took on a car payment for the first time in my life, which looks like it's going to bounce hard and fast. I don't know what to do about that. My office manager is looking into it, but at 2:00pm on the friday of a long weekend? What the hell CAN she do?

I'm not sure how this could have happened, as I am salaried, and have been for several years. STRESS.

Anyway. So now...I'm sitting here, staring at my computer...wondering what the hell I can do all weekend that doesn't involve money. All my plans so far, involved money. Fun, FUN weekend plans. But. ARgh.

Anyway. I say that a lot when I have a topic I don't really want to deal with. Anyway.

That's all for now. I'm going to go and clean my room in a frenzy of ARGH! in hopes that it will make the money magically appear in my bank account.

I'd like to thank the Academy.

This is it folks, my 15oth post. This is the end of my 12th month of blogging. I've been not-posting for a year now. I feel somewhat veklempt.

In honour of this post, you get a bunch of links. Suck it up, Buttercups.

Shamelessly stolen from Sean is this gem: SPANK THE GIMP. Honestly. How much funnier does THAT get?

And then there's this little beauty. Don't remember where I got it, so if it was you--thanks. :) Drop me a line, and I'll edit you in to my thank-you speech.

I'll add more as the day goes on. Because...I'm currently on vacation. But even since I'm on vacation, I should likely still get dressed. Word, to your mother.

I've discovered a new love.

Nick Drake.

I know the rest of the world finds these things long before I do...but it has taken a 25 year old musician to introduce me to someone who died when I was 4. So talented.

If I could figure out how to give you a link to a song, I'd do it for you.

Details about last night and tonight tomorrow. I'm sooooo exhausted I can't even type. But man, was last night/this morning FUN. :) Tonight? s'alright.

Zzzz....gotta go.

Continued.

I’m going to really hate it if we actually get Sunday shopping here in Nova Scotia and I have to actually do WORK on my Sunday shifts.  I really love my ability to slack on Sundays.  I know I shouldn’t but I do it anyway.  Shhh…don’t tell.  And if you’re my boss, and you’re reading this?  Continue to not tell me—it would just be embarrassing for both of us.

 

Monday I watched the Oilers lose the Stanley cup, and B2 (hot-hot boy!) came over to watch with me.  It was nice.  We chatted a bit more, then smooched a lot.  He’s a great kisser.  And wow.  Yeah, I know that I’m out of practice, but I’m not that easy to impress. J  Sent him home around 2:30.  I’m a good girl. J

 

Wednesday night I went to swing class.  It was a riot.  I’m going to have to go by myself this Wednesday though, because Joanne’s out of town.  The following week, she’s back and I’m away, so I guess we should stay at about the same skill level.  Here’s hoping anyway! J  It’s not a class, actually, just a bunch of people that know how to swing, and like to do it who get together and have a social dance.  I love it, because they’re happy to have newbies that don’t know what they’re doing show up. J  Boys like to feel useful and learn you stuff. J

 

Did I mention that 3 days after I picked up my car and took her for a ride in it, Heidi went out and bought one identical to mine?  I know that imitation is the most sincere form of flattery and all…but sheesh.  She didn’t even shop or look around.  And last night, I picked her up to go downtown, and she was bitching about how low to the ground they are.  I told her it was a car for drivers and that I viewed that particular element as an asset.  Thinking to myself the whole time….”If you’d even test driven one, you’d have known that a hell of a lot sooner and you wouldn’t be stuck with a car you don’t like.”  But I didn’t say it.  I did get a bit condescending about the “I think that’s a selling feature—it’s really a car for people that LOVE to drive” though.  Suck it.  She also paid about 9 grand more than I did, so I guess I shouldn’t be bitter…but I am a little, and I know it’s irrational.  But I am.  So there.  I’ll get over it soon though.  In fact, everytime I think about the cash, I laugh and feel a LOT better. J 

 

So here’s the part where I make a confession.  I have been behaving slightly out of character.  But it’s been FUN.  So.  I could not tell you, but I’m going to.  Judge if you will.  Whatever. J  I don’t know if any of you would/could have done differently.  But you weren’t there. J  I was.  And I’m GLAD I was. J

 

So Wednesday after swing, I was wired.  I wanted a toasted tomato sandwich, so I went to the grocery store for tomatoes.  I did swing steps in the parking lot on the way back to the car.  I got online when I got home and had a message from Scott (B2) to call when I got home if I felt like it.  So I called him.  At 1:00 am.  Yeah.

 

Anyway, he came over to have sandwiches.  And smooch.  And smooch.  And…smooch some more.  So while nothing irrevocable happened, things were a little more heated than they probably should have been—all things considered.  He stayed until Thursday morning…which wasn’t that difficult, since we didn’t go to sleep until 6:00 am.  Yeah.  And did I mention how hot he is?  And that I don’t usually let boys stay, let alone invite them over to my house in the first place?

 

It’s amazing how much bolder I am when I have a roommate.  The last time I had a boy stay at my place was back when Kzelly and I got together—and that was because Heather was in the other room and it felt safe.

 

I could never be the party-girl that I see other of my friends being.  I have been questioning myself ever since.  Wavering alternately between ‘Why not?’ and ‘What on earth are you even considering that for?’  You see, the problem is that I judge Those Girls.  The girls that somehow don’t have a problem taking home some strange boy they met in a bar.  I judge them.  But worse than that, I worry that they will judge me.

 

I don’t REALLY judge them…well, sometimes I do.  For the most part, I admire their audacity.  I admire their self-determination and their willingness to sacrifice for their own satisfaction and enjoyment.  But you see where it is that my problem falls?  That I use the word ‘sacrifice’—like they’re giving up something valuable.  To me, they are.  I like being able to look myself in the mirror and KNOW where I’ve been, and KNOW where my partners have been.  I don’t want to be with someone just because they’re hot.  Well, I do…but I want there to be more to it.

 

I’m afraid that I don’t know how to make a relationship grow out of sex.  I can very much grow sex out of a relationship—that’s the easy stuff.  But does it ever work if it goes the other way around?  I’ve never met someone who said “Oh, Bill?  We met one night when I was hammered at the Palace and we’ve been married now for 26 years!”   More likely to hear the “I took home this really hot guy from The Palace—and he said he’d call.  But it’s been a week, and I haven’t heard from him yet.  I wonder why.”

 

I value myself and my self-esteem too much to allow those feelings to enter into my brain.  I do well enough with that crap just when I have a crush on someone!  I don’t need the grief of adding sex to the mix.

 

And yet.  Sometimes?  A girl just wants to get laid.  Crass, I know.  But there it is.  You married folks don’t realize how good you’ve got it.  Even when they’re cranky, and they drop their dirty socks on the floor, or they don’t take out the garbage even after they promised a hundred times—at least they’re there.  It’s NICE to roll over in bed and have someone’s elbow in your nose.  It’s annoyingly cozy to have someone steal the entire comforter AND the good pillow while you go to the bathroom.  It’s fun to be able to laugh naked.  Really?  That’s it for me.  The naked laughter is the best part of any relationship.

 

And there it is in a nutshell—my dilemma.  Are you a Good Girl, or do you let yourself have a Good Time? J  So I pick the middle of the road—good times, that I could still ALMOST tell my mother about, and that I can certainly tell my friends, a bunch of invisible strangers, about on the internet.

 

What’s new with you?

 

Wow.

Have I been a busy girl, or what?!

 

I’ve been out a fair bit.  Met some new boys.  Been out on a couple of dates (IC1, B1).  Watched the sun rise at the park with a stranger(B2).  Set up a second date(B1).  (WOW!!! Never was starting to think that would never happen!) Watched the Oilers lose the cup with the sunrise boy (B2).  Smooched like a demon with a hot-hot-hot-hot boy (B2).  Did I mention how HOT he is? *Grin*

 

Anyway. J  I’ve been busy.

 

I bought a car…I love it.  It’s a sexy looking car…it’s shiny black, with tinted rear windows.  It’s FAST.  It makes me happy, happy, happy.  I’m mobile again and I’m loving it.  I have been driving anyone and everyone home from work, because Karma is important.

 

I gave away my bus tickets to the neediest boy I know…he offered me some money, because they were worth about $30.  I refused, because it was Car-ma. J  He’s a great kid, and it was good to be able to help a bit.

 

Have I mentioned how much I love my car?  She’s a sexy beast…but the race is on to find her a name.  She needs a sexy name…but one that I’m not embarrassed to actually tell people or say out loud. I’ve considered Vivien, so she could be Viv…but it’s not hot enough.  I also briefly considered Eve, because she was nothing but trouble at the beginning. ;) 

 

I have to confess, I’ve still been stalking you folks.  But I’ve been chatting a lot, and have therefore not had a lot of time to blog.  I’ve been feeling really guilty about it…but have still been focussed on chatting real-time with the new folks.

 

How did I meet these new folks?  I have another confession.  I broke down.  I caved to Tamara’s pressures and signed up for Plenty of Fish.  I’m not even sure why I did it, but I did.  Except that I’m a coward, so I’ve just been chatting a lot.  And as I have no photos of myself online (thankfully) I haven’t had to come up with the nerve to post one. J  Luckily, I’m a smart, sassy and attractive individual and still get the attention I deserve/covet. *snicker*

 

Anyway.  I met one boy for coffee…he was nice, but kinda icky.  Even though I’d seen his photo…I was made painfully aware of how deceiving a photograph can be.  That’s when I decided to rethink the whole concept.

 

But at this point, I’d met a bunch of people that I was really enjoying chatting with.  I’m still enjoying chatting with them.  I made a date for ice cream with one boy (IC1).  He is really quite nice, we are incredibly compatible intellectually…we have the same wacked out sense of humour.  But.  I was late getting to the mall because of evil rainstorms.  Which worked out okay, as it turns out.  I got an ice cream, and stalked him through the mall.  I had the advantage of having seen a really fuzzy photo.  I have to confess, that I was lured in by the fact that he’s 6’4”.  I am still obsessed with tall men, and likely will be for the rest of my life. J  Stupid Jesus-boy! 

 

So I stalked him around the mall…and I know I’m shallow.  I admit it.  Once I got close enough to see him (I was pretty sure it was him, anyway) I saw that he had on ratty jeans and a camouflage tshirt.  I’m not big into Camo.  Particularly as date-wear, even if it’s just an ice cream date.  So I kinda didn’t approach him and say hello.  I know…I’m evil.

 

Okay….all hell just broke loose in the store, I have to dash.  I’ll do my best to finish this when I get home tonight.  Cheers, poppets.

 

25 SIGNS YOU HAVE GROWN UP

1. Your houseplants are alive, and you can't smoke any of them.

2 Having sex in a twin bed is out of the question.

3. You keep more food than beer in the fridge.

4. 6:00 AM is when you get up, not when you go to bed.

5. You hear your favorite song in an elevator.

6. You watch the Weather Channel.

7. Your friends marry and divorce instead of "hook up" and "break up."

8. You go from 130 days of vacation time to 14.

9. Jeans and a sweater no longer qualify as "dressed up."

10. You're the one calling the police because those %&@# kids next door
won't
turn down the stereo.

11. Older relatives feel comfortable telling sex jokes around you.

12. You don't know what time Taco Bell closes anymore.

13. Your car insurance goes down and your car payments go up.

14. You feed your dog Science Diet instead of McDonald's leftovers.

15. Sleeping on the couch makes your back hurt.

16. You take naps.

17. Dinner and a movie is the whole date instead of the beginning of one.

18. Eating a basket of chicken wings at 3 am would severely upset, rather than settle, your stomach.

19. You go to the drug store for ibuprofen and antacids, not condoms and pregnancy tests.

20. A $4.00 bottle of wine is no longer "pretty good stuff".

21. You actually eat breakfast food at breakfast time.

22. "I just can't drink the way I used to" replaces "I'm never going to drink this much again."

23. 90% of the time you spend in front of a computer is for real work.

24. You drink at home to save money before going to a bar.

25. When you find out your friend is pregnant you congraulate them instead of asking, "Oh S*@%!! What the hell happened?!"

BONUS:

26. You read this entire list looking desperately for one sign that doesn't apply to you and can't find one to save your sorry old ass.

Then you blog about it to a bunch of friends and strangers on the internet, because you know they'll enjoy it and do the same thing.

What I did Yesterday.

Saturday at the store.

This is a post.  This is only a post.  In the event of a real-life event, you would be reading nothing—which is kinda what you’ve been doing for the last month or so.  I’m sorry.  I’ve been busy.  Really, I have.  You’ll just have to understand.

 

Even though there seem to be more of you stopping by that I’ve never met and really don’t know.  Welcome.  And take my word for it, I really have been busy.  I wouldn’t lie.  Although I could—it’s not like you know me and you’d be able to bust me for it. Mwahahaaaa!  I mean…yeah.

 

So.  How do you like them apples?  I like my apples green.  The Granny Smith variety, specifically.  I’m really not a fan of MacIntosh apples.  I enjoy a good Gravenstein for making pies…with a Granny Smith thrown in for bite and texture…but.  I digress.

 

Digression?  From what?  Would that not require a topic in the first place, from which to digress?  Fwah, I scoff in the face of your requirement of ‘topics’.  Who needs ‘em?  Certainly not me!

 

You may be asking yourself, “Where are you going with this, Sadie?”  And who could blame you?

 

The short answer is…nowhere.  I’m going Nowhere with You.  Me and Joel Plaskett.  There is no Emergency.  Let alone the Joel Plaskett Emergency.  (A MIGHTY talented Haligonian band, btw, in case you were previously unaware.  They rock out.  They kick ass.  They even rock the kickin’ ass out.  Just so you know.)

 

So, there really was no point.  I was babbling.  Then I got called away.  Now?  It’s the next day and you get a bizarre post about nothing for a while.  When I get home from working my rainy Sunday shift, I’ll fill you in on all the tedious goings on of my life for the last week.  And while tedious, they’ve been…interestingly bizarre.  It’s been a very blatant reminder that I create my own messes, and by ignoring things?  They never go away.  They just fester and ooze.  Yeah….oozing.  That’s a good descriptor for my life these days. J

 

Later folks—

 

Sadie

 

 

So much to say.

So much to say.  Soooo much.

 

Yesterday?  It was quite possibly one of the most stressful days of my life.  Second only to the day my student loan finally came through, and was not enough to buy groceries, let alone the text books that I needed (in November) to write the exams that I had the next day.  When I’d broken up with my boyfriend of 6 years the night before—yep...That was stress-tastic.

 

The second time in my life I’ve ever cried in public.  The first?  See above.  Yepper…it was a GREAT day.  Money ALWAYS has a way of causing me intense stress.

 

Suffice to say, I have to call my mother and ask for help tonight.  Humiliating—yet necessary.  And also to say that I have no car yet.  Although it’s here, tuned up, detailed, and apparently beautiful.

 

And HIGHLY insured.  Through the nose, it’s insured.

 

I’ll fill in some details when I get home.  After I finish calling my mother to ask her to do something I REALLY don’t want to have to ask her.  REALLY don’t want to ask.  But I’m out of options.  Unless any of you are bankers, that want to lend me $7,000 based on the merits of my keen typing skills and my ability to dole out snappy one liners?  I didn’t think so.  I’ll be back later with details. J

 

Happy Thursday!