Exhaustion overwhelmed me when the alarm clock went off at 6:00am on Friday. So, I resent the alarm for 7:00am, and decided to head to work just a little bit earlier because dinner with my New York roommate would be nice to get out of work a little early to start the preparations for dinner. Plus it’s been a week since the commuting began, and the amount of driving is starting to get to me.
8:00am and I’m in the car heading to work, and for the first time no illegal activity went down. Focused and alert not singing and not on the phone, I turned right on the 2-way 2 lane road on the way to work. Luckily, I was caught behind a catalac that forced me to drive under the speed limit. The catalac turns right at the bottom of the hill as I continue on thinking about work and all the image pathing to be done, the BMW convertible decides to flip an illegal u-turn about 100 feet in front of me.
Panicked, I start slamming on my breaks, and he’s panicked because he has completely stopped and is perpendicular to the road.
I’m not stopping.
I’m not slowing down, but I’m only going 30 miles per hour.
There’s nowhere for me to go.
I jerk the wheel to the left, but there is a car coming in the other direction.
Clutching to the wheel for support, my eyes began to fill with tears as I slowly slammed into his stopped car.
The bumper on the passenger side of the car completely peeled away from the car, and the remenets of the right light lay in front of the vehicle. The wheel well of my car completely bent in making the car not drivable, but I didn’t realize till after.
After exchanging information, I drove my not drivable car into the parking lot of my work, and began making my series of phone calls once I calmed down from my hysterical state.
So, I know that I’m not known for my impeccable driving skills, and being a little de focused while singing, talking on the phone or what not. I WAS LEGITAMETLY not doing anything this time.
The towing company set up by my insurance company came and hooked the car up and sent it out.
Enterprise came over to pick me up to get my rental car. After spending 20 minutes walking around the building to find the driver, I get into the weed smelling vehicle and prayed to arrive alive.
Then the waiting begins compounded with the frustration for having to go through this horrible stressful process, and the tears begin to stream down my face. Knowing it’s not Enterprises fault, I tried to contain my emotional rollar coaster of emotions, but could not find comfort in the small lame small talk the young lady who went to my college tried to partake in. When the “Please stop talking to me looks” did not work, I tried the “Im going to peel your skin off with my eyes, and I’m going to do it slowly” finally made her uncomfortable enough to just stop talking to me. I did not want to chat about theatre, Sonoma State, people we used to know. I just wanted to sit here quietly and wait for my car to arrive.
“We only have a truck will that be ok for you?”
“No,” I screamed as I lept across the counter and began pulling out her hair.
Fine. I just said no it would not be ok because I drive a hybrid Honda civic. You want to give me a truck. Are you serious?
So, it’s back into the weed smelling car with the smalltalk gal and some other guy that we’re going to drop off at the deelers. 5 minutes into the car ride, they have the perfect car for me. So, we turn around back to Enterprise and I’m plopped into a 70 dollar a tank gas guzzling SUV that is on empty.
Then I have to get to the Auto Body Shop, but I’m stuck in Suberbia land, and I have NO IDEA how to get about. Going to an Auto Body Shop in the middle of residential land doesn’t give me an overwhelming sense of you’re going in the right direction. Three hysterical phone conversations later, I finally arrive at the body shop. Everyone there parts ways and burries their face into their perspective desks because they have no idea how the crazy lady is going to react. My poor father, I screamed at him as if it was his fault that all this crap was happening to me, and the people at the auto place could not figure out why it was so difficult for me to get to the auto place. I’m used to San Francisco. It’s 7 miles long. Getting off the freeway and driving 8 miles to your location is foreign to me.
That was the end to my already stressful week. As tomorrow approaches, I long for a much happier and prosperous week.
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