Ok, it is seriously hot out. Or at least humid. Sticky, either way. So I am writing this post, then high-tailing it out of here to some A/C place somewhere... Spot perhaps?

Anyway, just to document the continuing saga of my clusterfuck life these days...

Ok, so saturday afternoon, after I finally got my car, I went to the police station to file a report, as requested by my credit card company. Granted, it was 5pm on a sat. Not "normal business hours", but since when do police keep business hours? Anyway, so I went in... there was no one there. Just this one lady working. Who TOTALLY saw me. And ignored me. Strolled over to the water cooler... made some laps of the office... made some copies... I was very patient and didn't ring the bell or clear my throat or anything since I knew she'd seen me... finally she came by, and acted put out. I said I'd like to file a police report since my wallet had been stolen, please. She rolled her eyes. Asked when/where. I said between midnight and 3 am, and I wasn't sure where. Maybe elmwood or allen. And she said "chippewa?" I said "no, Allen". And she wrote "chippewa" on the report. WTF. So she spends about 30 sec filling out some form. Then tears the corner off a page from a yellow legal pad, and writes a number on it. Gives it to me, and says that's the report number the credit card company will want. That's it?? That's my official record of my police report? ok... Then I remembered that they'd told me to get documentation that I'd reported my license stolen in case I got pulled over without it. So i mentioned that to her- again she seemed very annoyed. Then said "so you've done this before, eh?" Like she was catching me in some lie... uh, no I haven't. So she fills out the form. Puts Jenks as my last name. Puts my last name nowhere on the form. Whatever. So i take the form and leave.

Today go to the DMV and wait in the huge line. Opt to have a new pic taken, since i'm about 20# lighter than I was in the old pic. (somehow the new pic doesn't show it. :/ ). Get to the front and am doing paperwork. Apparently if you have a police report proving a stolen license, the replacement is free.

That is, unless your bitch police officer records it as "lost" and not "stolen" - in TWO places on the form. It's like she didn't believe me. They said I could go get ANOTHER report and come back if I didn't want to pay. I decided it was not worth it.

Then remembered my inspection ran out today... So I went to the place by the DMV, who said it would be at least an hour and half til he could get to it.

Screw that, I had more errands to do.

So I went to UB North Campus to replace my stupid UB ID that I have NEVER used- for another $20. What a ripoff...

Then went by the mall. Returned some stuff, cashed in my coupon, tried (unsuccessfully) to find some other things... had a snack... killed a good hour or so. Then as I was leaving, realized there was a sears auto shop, and they could do my inspection. Wish I'd thought of it when I first got there...

So I take my car. They say it will be an hour. So I stroll around for another hour. Go back to Sears. They look at me a little sheepishly... The guy said when he saw me walk in he went to make sure the car was ready- and it turned out it hadn't even been started, and the guy had gone home. But at this point I didn't have much choice since I had to get it done today, so i waited another hour. Finally got my car back... everything (steering wheel, gearshift) feels all nasty from their grubby hands. And he did the WORST job getting the old sticker off I've ever seen. Glue everywhere.

But, at least I got all those PITA errands done, and I got some studying done at work last night. (and had a surprisingly pleasant convo with the ex...) So I feel semi-satisfied.

So now I can go relax/study at spot and decompress for a bit...

Hopefully one of these days I'll catch a break though. I've got to, right?? This nonsense can't go on forever.

-J

100th post, woohoo!

Just a quick little anecdote.

Just in case I had any doubt that I do, in fact, live in a soap opera...

So there's a girl I barely know at work... but her nickname is barbie because she's tall and blond and wears lots of makeup, etc, you know the type. (and I keep an eye on her b/c apparently she used to date one of my (numerous) work crushes. haha.) The other day I heard her make some comment about 'well, maybe that's ok if you're single, with no kids...', which I thought was odd since she is (as far as I know) single, with no kids.
But then I noticed she's starting wearing her scrub top untucked...
So this morning I asked a friend what the deal is...
She is pregnant.
and single.
Not by my crush (phew).
But by a guy who slept with her twice and now refuses to even talk to her.

wooo-ee, scandal at the CHOB!!

Think I will sit back and watch this unfold...

I really don't know what it is about me that I seem to attract all this ridiculous scandal into my life... Talking to my friends- they do not have any of these crazy stories, and marvel at mine. Saw a totally hot guy at Mother's last night, and then it got better- he walked over to my group and said hi to my friend- he knew her! I was sure I had an in... But no. No introduction, and he spent the rest of the night flirting with about 5 girls who looked about 19. I find it kind of amusing to watch these girls out... They get all dressed up and think they look so hot, and they are pretty girls, I'm not denying that, but I wonder if they have any clue that they all look exactly the same. Four of them standing there with flat-ironed brownish-blondish below-the-shoulder length shiny hair in low-rise jeans and pointy stilettos and silk camisoles. All just variations on a theme. The only difference is the color of the top, and how much cleavage they are showing. ("a lot" vs "indecent"). But hell, maybe they're on to something because it seems to work and they are the ones that got my hot guy. Sigh.

Saw Jackdaw last night in South Buffalo, at Swannie House. Always a fun show. But there were YOUNG kids there, I'd guess 15, drinking at the bar. A little disturbing. And it was so crowded that we took our wings upstairs to eat (I swear they have the best wings in Buffalo. Hell, best wings anywhere.). But apparently while upstairs we missed a fight. Beer bottles and all. Fantastic. Then went to Mother's. Saw Work Crush #2 there. First thing he asked me was if I was drunk, which is a little embarrassing, because I didn't think I was... But he told me that he and another guy from work were talking about how well I dress. I'm not sure I agree, but I'll take the compliment, especially from him since he may be the best-dressed man I know.

Also saw work crush 1 yesterday- i had my back to the door and he walked up and gave me a little scratch on the shoulder... Damn that wife of his! I could so fall for him.

But now my dilemma for the day...
Is it more depressing to spend new year's alone at a party, watching the happy couples kiss at midnight, wishing I had someone- or just staying home.
Haven't decided yet. Working at 7a tomorrow, so it's not like it would be a crazy night in any case.

Well I have suddenly decided that my fishtank is too small. And since I am all about instant gratification, I have decided that I need a new one. NOW. So I'm off to petsmart.

Happy new year, all!