So I'm sitting in my car fiddling with my bag when all of a sudden I hear a crunch, and get jarred over a foot. I whip my head around in time to see and feel a big white POS disentangling it's self from the side of my car.
OK, so I'm a little pissed. I get out of the car and inspect the damage while the other driver finishes parking (badly I might add), and find that the lower part of my rear passenger door is partially caved in and pretty scratched up.
I knew immediately that I wasn't going to file a claim. The $300 dollars or so I would get to fix the door (or buy a Wii, lets be realistic) would be quickly erased by the fact that my insurance would go up by $25 a month.
The other driver finished her inexpert parking and brought out her insurance papers and asked if I wanted to trade info. I said no, and told her that it would just fuck up my insurance,but If she wanted to give me something to help compensate for the damage that would be great. I let her know I wasn't very happy about the side of my car looking like shit, but there wasn't much I could do about it.
She then proceeded to put her info back in the car, gather up the other people in her car and leave. She did not apologize, did not say another word just walked away, glaring at me.
It's not liked I yelled, it's not like I called her any names. I swore a little, and showed that I was unhappy. She just slinked away like a fucking coward. If I wasn't in the car, I'm fairly sure she would have took off with out leaving a note.
Bunch of fucking savages in this town.
Showing posts with label righteous anger. Show all posts
Showing posts with label righteous anger. Show all posts
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Thursday, March 20, 2008
So ends an era, or Dubya killed my comics
In another couple of months, I'll be canceling my comic box.
The plan is to let the current Serenity series run down, then shutter the box and just wait for the much more cost effective (especially with BLB discount) trade paprbacks to come out. I'll also be selling about 90% of my collection, as everything I care about I have in TPB, so I can go back and read them again and again with out damaging the issues.
For DC and Marvel, this is pretty much goodbye. I'll pick up trades of anything by Joss Whedon they publish, but that's about it. There are several Dark Horse titles I will be picking up TPBs for (Buffy, Serenity, Hellboy, Star Wars: Legacy, Usagi Yojimbo, etc), so my relationship with and enjoyment of them will continue. The smaller companies are a mixed bag, and will probably only have the odd Whedon on my shelf from now on.
It's sad, but with the cost of living these days, somethings have to go by the wayside. I blame the president.
That's right, I blame George W. Bush. If we weren't at war, and taking every step necessary to raise the price of oil through the roof, I could afford to spend 20 odd dollars a month on my comics. I also wouldn't need to sell of my old ones to help make ends meet. Chances are that I'd get more for them under, say, a Gore administration that would have placed more value on education than murdering scary off-white people for their oil, and for Dubya's handlers' ideas about how they could rebuild a nation better than FDR did (which they obviously can't).
That was completely off topic, but a nice stress release. Goodbye little comic box, I'll miss you.
The plan is to let the current Serenity series run down, then shutter the box and just wait for the much more cost effective (especially with BLB discount) trade paprbacks to come out. I'll also be selling about 90% of my collection, as everything I care about I have in TPB, so I can go back and read them again and again with out damaging the issues.
For DC and Marvel, this is pretty much goodbye. I'll pick up trades of anything by Joss Whedon they publish, but that's about it. There are several Dark Horse titles I will be picking up TPBs for (Buffy, Serenity, Hellboy, Star Wars: Legacy, Usagi Yojimbo, etc), so my relationship with and enjoyment of them will continue. The smaller companies are a mixed bag, and will probably only have the odd Whedon on my shelf from now on.
It's sad, but with the cost of living these days, somethings have to go by the wayside. I blame the president.
That's right, I blame George W. Bush. If we weren't at war, and taking every step necessary to raise the price of oil through the roof, I could afford to spend 20 odd dollars a month on my comics. I also wouldn't need to sell of my old ones to help make ends meet. Chances are that I'd get more for them under, say, a Gore administration that would have placed more value on education than murdering scary off-white people for their oil, and for Dubya's handlers' ideas about how they could rebuild a nation better than FDR did (which they obviously can't).
That was completely off topic, but a nice stress release. Goodbye little comic box, I'll miss you.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Anger is like a soul that gets things accomplished
(Title cribbed off of a Diesel Sweeties comic from a few years back)
So I brought Percy our diabetic cat to the vet today for her glucose curve to determine her correct insulin dosage.
I called at about five to see if she was ready to be picked up, and was told by the vet that her blood sugar levels were extremely high. While I was prepared for that, I wasn't ready for them to tell me I had, on the order of the Percy's doctor, been using the wrong syringes for about the last two and a half years.
At this point, I yelled at the vet for a few minutes. You see, originally, I ordered syringes from the vet, but I was told that they would no longer be ordering them a while back, and the vet wrote a prescription for syringes I could pick up at a pharmacy.
Turns out that not only did she get the prescription wrong, but also you can't even get the correct prescription from a regular pharmacy.
Additionally, Percy has gone in for more than one appointment where she had to stay the day, and I had to leave some syringes there for her injections. The problem was staring then in the face for quite a while, and no one noticed until today. Because Percy's regular vet was out, her boss was doing the procedure instead, it got caught.
In short, she's been receiving half the dose of insulin she should have been for quite awhile. It's likely that the painful and expensive dental work she had to have earlier this year would not have happened if the insulin dosage had not been so grossly mismanaged.
They wound up not charging me for today's procedure, and provided free (correct) syringes and a bag of food as well. While that was appreciated, it still doesn't change the fact that someone being too lazy to order a box of syringes has placed Percy’s health and life in danger.
Shortly after that, I also had to yell at my credit card company, but that got resolved quickly. Apparently, on occasion anger works, although that's probably the wrong lesson to take from this experience.
So I brought Percy our diabetic cat to the vet today for her glucose curve to determine her correct insulin dosage.
I called at about five to see if she was ready to be picked up, and was told by the vet that her blood sugar levels were extremely high. While I was prepared for that, I wasn't ready for them to tell me I had, on the order of the Percy's doctor, been using the wrong syringes for about the last two and a half years.
At this point, I yelled at the vet for a few minutes. You see, originally, I ordered syringes from the vet, but I was told that they would no longer be ordering them a while back, and the vet wrote a prescription for syringes I could pick up at a pharmacy.
Turns out that not only did she get the prescription wrong, but also you can't even get the correct prescription from a regular pharmacy.
Additionally, Percy has gone in for more than one appointment where she had to stay the day, and I had to leave some syringes there for her injections. The problem was staring then in the face for quite a while, and no one noticed until today. Because Percy's regular vet was out, her boss was doing the procedure instead, it got caught.
In short, she's been receiving half the dose of insulin she should have been for quite awhile. It's likely that the painful and expensive dental work she had to have earlier this year would not have happened if the insulin dosage had not been so grossly mismanaged.
They wound up not charging me for today's procedure, and provided free (correct) syringes and a bag of food as well. While that was appreciated, it still doesn't change the fact that someone being too lazy to order a box of syringes has placed Percy’s health and life in danger.
Shortly after that, I also had to yell at my credit card company, but that got resolved quickly. Apparently, on occasion anger works, although that's probably the wrong lesson to take from this experience.
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