Well, my neck hurts more in the days following the car accident. I'm out a few hundred dollars until I find out what is up with the driver that hit me. My putt-putt mobile is shot. It was a giveaway car from my dad when he got a new one. I had gotten by in my years in Seattle without having a car. I never really wanted to own a car especially after the first Gulf War convinced me that the only way to not get screwed by the oil companies is to not drive at all.
But I moved back to Jersey to involve myself in a failed relationship, I knew in order to get by in the corrupt messed up state that is known as New Jersey, I needed a car.
It was an old car, even my dad got it cheap, when he totaled his previous car, but the little car that could more than fulfilled its promise. It was a good car. I don't think I'll find one that won't drain my patience as its replacement.
And to add insult to injury, I haven't been paid yet on my new job. I had to wait more than three weeks to see it in the first place, but it still hasn't reached my account. It's a considerable amount of money, so I really need it, especially if I were to move ahead in life.
I hate talking on the phone looking for someone to do me a favor, because I never know who to talk to, where to get information, and especially how to get compensated for someone else's negligence. I guess that's why I'm a loner...