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missroserose) wrote2010-12-15 02:56 pm
missroserose) wrote2010-12-15 02:56 pm
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"Christmas a humbug, uncle? You don't mean that, I am sure!"
"Merry Christmas! Out upon merry Christmas! What's Christmas time to you but a time for paying bills without money; a time for finding yourself a year older, but not an hour richer; a time for balancing your books and having every item in 'em through a round dozen of months presented dead against you? If I could work my will," said Scrooge indignantly, "every idiot who goes about with 'Merry Christmas' on his lips, should be boiled with his own pudding, and buried with a stake of holly through his heart. He should!"
Everyone gets to whine a bit in their LJ now and then. I try to keep mine to a minimum, but I'm invoking the privilege now. The reader may consider themselves warned.
So it appears that the $500 bill fairies are particularly attracted to us this year. There's been the $500 loss to our jerk former landlord - I thought about taking him to court over it, but when I looked at the time and effort it would take it just wasn't worth it. Which pisses me off all over again, since that's probably exactly why he did it, but.
Then there's the most recent disaster, which has a bit of an ironic component to it. See, I'd gotten my most recent paycheck last Friday, which came out to all of $50 (Cristina had been out of town a lot so I hadn't been working much). Since it wasn't enough to make a big difference to our budget, I thought I'd treat myself and drive out to Tucson to get my hair done again on Tuesday. But when Tuesday rolled around, I had second thoughts - it was a lot to be spending on gas, and maybe we should save the $50 for other stuff. So instead of dropping Brian off at work, he took the car and I stayed home and puttered about the house.
Surprise, someone proceeded to back into the side of our car while it was parked. No note or insurance information left, just a nasty dent in the door, a bunch of scrapes of paint, and a piece of broken taillight. The police are investigating (and that alone surprises me, I sort of figured hit-and-runs were about on par with stolen laptops in terms of priorities) but I doubt anything will come of it, as there's no proof and they don't even have much of a starting point. So my self-restraint and sense of fiscal responsibility were rewarded by having to shell out ten times the amount saved for our insurance deductible, plus being without a car for a week. And on top of all that Brian's been grouchy about it for two days now, which is making me grouchy about it.
I know that shit happens, and I know that all of this is temporary, and I know I should just be grateful that we have the means to deal with it all. But that doesn't mean I don't hate it when people are dicks. Especially when I'm the one who has to deal with the fallout, and especially-especially during a time of year when people are supposed to be especially excellent to each other. I like to think that I'm pretty good at treating others well. Hell, Brian and I even donated a chunk of our gift budget to Heifer International this year. So when do we get the good karma thing going again?
ETA: Whiny as all that sounds, I feel better now that I've gotten it off my chest. And then I read this (specifically, the bit about the Stardust ARC), and a bit of my faith in humanity was restored. It's good to know that some people out there are still excellent, even above-and-beyond the call of excellent-ness.
Everyone gets to whine a bit in their LJ now and then. I try to keep mine to a minimum, but I'm invoking the privilege now. The reader may consider themselves warned.
So it appears that the $500 bill fairies are particularly attracted to us this year. There's been the $500 loss to our jerk former landlord - I thought about taking him to court over it, but when I looked at the time and effort it would take it just wasn't worth it. Which pisses me off all over again, since that's probably exactly why he did it, but.
Then there's the most recent disaster, which has a bit of an ironic component to it. See, I'd gotten my most recent paycheck last Friday, which came out to all of $50 (Cristina had been out of town a lot so I hadn't been working much). Since it wasn't enough to make a big difference to our budget, I thought I'd treat myself and drive out to Tucson to get my hair done again on Tuesday. But when Tuesday rolled around, I had second thoughts - it was a lot to be spending on gas, and maybe we should save the $50 for other stuff. So instead of dropping Brian off at work, he took the car and I stayed home and puttered about the house.
Surprise, someone proceeded to back into the side of our car while it was parked. No note or insurance information left, just a nasty dent in the door, a bunch of scrapes of paint, and a piece of broken taillight. The police are investigating (and that alone surprises me, I sort of figured hit-and-runs were about on par with stolen laptops in terms of priorities) but I doubt anything will come of it, as there's no proof and they don't even have much of a starting point. So my self-restraint and sense of fiscal responsibility were rewarded by having to shell out ten times the amount saved for our insurance deductible, plus being without a car for a week. And on top of all that Brian's been grouchy about it for two days now, which is making me grouchy about it.
I know that shit happens, and I know that all of this is temporary, and I know I should just be grateful that we have the means to deal with it all. But that doesn't mean I don't hate it when people are dicks. Especially when I'm the one who has to deal with the fallout, and especially-especially during a time of year when people are supposed to be especially excellent to each other. I like to think that I'm pretty good at treating others well. Hell, Brian and I even donated a chunk of our gift budget to Heifer International this year. So when do we get the good karma thing going again?
ETA: Whiny as all that sounds, I feel better now that I've gotten it off my chest. And then I read this (specifically, the bit about the Stardust ARC), and a bit of my faith in humanity was restored. It's good to know that some people out there are still excellent, even above-and-beyond the call of excellent-ness.