That is how many times my car has been hit…tonight was #4. Swueet. Now it “Officially looks like a Hoopdy” ~ I wasn’t hurt. So that’s good. I was leaving my lovely clients home and waiting to turn right with a big F250 in front of me waiting for him to turn. Here he backed up and hit my car ~ not even hard. Just mashed the nose in. So now the back is fucked - up the front is fucked - up there is a hit on the left side toward the front light and a hit on the other side. Thankfully the lights still work. Called the police. This real lil lady comes out with really fragile glasses on that looked like lace on the side. The guy who hit me got a ticket. I didn’t know it was ticketable. I have to take it in and see if it is driveable. On the way home I heard parts from underneath fall off. No shit. Ugh. The poor thing looks like it was in one of those car derby things where you run around on purpose and smash cars. Poor baby - my car.
I did a C.E. today for the pharm.tech liscense and I called my tax lady and she called me back after the accident and I told her I would call her tomorrow. I want the scoop on this bussiness venture I want to get into. Waiting on the VA is wasting my time and after the situation of yesturday I feel like signs are coming to me in the direction I must go in order to be happy and fullfilled in a career that is so dominate down here and in so much of good care needs. What I don’t understand and it drives me nuts is how come the messed up company I work for dosn’t step in and say look this is what needs done in order for your Mom to get good care. It wears my heart out. It reallllly does. I am going to do a write up then make a copy of it for myself so that way if anything comes up I have a copy for myself. I don’t trust them. Sorry. But I don’t. Ugh. Another sign.
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