The Price Tag of Stupidity

Yesterday I found out that the price tag of my stupidity is $14,200 :)

Half of my house is completely empty, vacated by roommates who have all returned to the east coast. The other half is apparently my responsibility to empty out in the next couple of days. So my holidays will be spent packing and moving :)

I could've picked up my car yesterday but no one thought to call and say, "Hi! Just wanted to let you know you're car will be ready tomorrow", so I could arrange to pay for it and all that fun stuff. Now the holidays push me getting it back to Saturday at the earliest. This I'm refusing to count on because I'm sure something will get screwed up in the mail and it'll most likely be Monday. This will destroy all the fun plans that are possible this weekend.

Yesterday I spoke to the woman I rear ended and felt horrible for her because she felt horrible for me. The guy I was working with was laughing his ass off as I informed her I was uninsured and she reluctantly told me the initial estimate on her car was $8700. He said my feeble "Oh?" was priceless and sounded like I was deflating. I spent the rest of the conversation with her laughing. Best part at the very end: "Well, at least try to enjoy your holidays..." I burst out laughing because she was mortified and I was just relieved to know she was okay and that writing two checks would finish this little holiday adventure.

I'm pretty sure the second I do get my car back I am going to leave the city and hide from myself for a little while with a stack of movies and books. I need a break from being me for a bit, it's becoming tiring :)