At This Point

Wow, for someone who prides herself on being a glass-is-half-full kind of gal, I sure am complaining a lot lately.  For that, I apologize.

But seriously, at this point, it's getting comical. 

Yesterday afternoon, I went out to my car before taking my lunch time walk around 1:40, and all was well.  When I left work at 3:45, someone had hit the side of my car and left white paint scrapes right under the sideview mirror that they had completely sheared off.

The fun part?  The weenie didn't even leave a note.  Isn't this what insurance is for?  I'd have left a note. 

Now I'm responsible for taking care of the damages, which - surprise of surprises - we can't afford, even through insurance because of our astronomical deductible.  I filed a police report and the hospital security team is checking surveillance footage to see if they can find who did it.  If they can, that person will be responsible for the repair.  IF.

So, after wasting half an hour assessing the damage and making my report, I missed dinner.  I drove directly to school for my Spanish class, holding my mirror in my left hand the whole way to avoid it beating itself to death on the side of my car during the ride.  You see, it's an electric mirror, and the electrical is still intact, even though the housing was completely broken off.

Once I made it to the school parking lot, I found a black canvas bag under my seat and used it to secure the mirror as best I could.  At home, we busted out the duct tape.

In case I haven't already made this perfectly clear, I'm done with July.  D-O-N-E, done.  Come on, August...help me out a little, eh?