The Event that Took Over My Week

Monday was one of those glorious days where everything went beautifully. I spent an hour on the phone with my new amiga from SF and had a fabulous time. I went to work in a good mood because of it, and was pleased as hell to work with the A Team (Frank, Craig, Marisol, and I...not the bad 80's tv guys). The A Team is always a good thing, but when everyone's in a fabulous AND functional mood it's just bliss. All the work was completed effortlessly, the patients were taken care of, the schedule easily met. With our free time we all sat around and shmoozed, laughing about the incompetent and neurotic techs and RN on other shifts. It was lovely. I needed to get up early for my tuesday classes so everyone agreed that I should leave early, and I told them I'd go as soon as my work was done. I wound up staying the whole shift almost to collect holiday pay, and at 20 minutes to 11 Marisol and I went out for an on the clock smoke. She was inside getting her stuff and I went out to sit in the car and get my smokearettes. As I sat there I noticed my glove compartment was open. I thought to myself "I don't remember leaving it that way!" I'm a bit slow about these things, you know. Then I noticed my owners manual on the floor and as if guided by an invisible force I turned my head to the rear passenger side window, one of those little triangle windows in a coupe that don't roll down. It was shattered, glass all over my back seat, much of the window hanging by the fucking exquisite tint job I'd had done. The filth had stolen my handmade purse (complete with wallet and checkbook), my t-shirt, my black fuzzy camping pants I'd just gotten back from Rachel and the present inside the pocket, my lunch bag (found later), my beaded kitty purse, my fucking school binder(!!!), everything but the cigarettes (they were left behind), and the phone. The phone was sitting on the little dash under the speedometer. My theory is that the valueless piece of trash that broke into my car had insufficient observational skills due to the crack that his valueless piece of trash mother smoked while she was spawning him. Not to mention the years of crack ingested by said piece of filth himself. He had rifled through my Hello Kitty garbage bag and found nothing, and come to think of it, he didn't want the discman thingy in the glove and I don't think he saw my elph camera. If he stole my elph, I would have hunted him down and he would have died slowly and painfully. Honest to Christ, he would have wound up in a shallow grave. That camera has been everywhere with me. I'm already decidedly close to that resolution, even with the camera. We rang the bank and cancelled my card, rang my parents and had them cancel theirs as well. I still had their American Express from my road trip. They always give me a card to take when I go out of town. They're divine, you know. But back to my wrath. So there's a chip of paint missing and a deep scratch from what appears to be the screwdriver they used on my two month old car. There were fingerprints all over the area around the window. Craig rang the cops for me and told them about the prints. They didn't give a fuck. They suggested I go to the handy dandy website and post my case there. It seems they couldn't come out and have a fucking look because they were too busy beating their wives and random minorites. Motherfuckers. You know the vile beast that did this does this shit all the time, you know he has a record. Had they not been too busy assaulting minorities and spouses they could have pulled up the prints and arrested the trash. And then I wouldn't have had to research it myself. And the end result I'm looking for would have been well on its way to occurring. Someday, even without my help, this inferior and worthless piece of filth is going to end up in prison where I'm hoping for his repeated and brutal rape and contraction of AIDS, cared for only by substandard prison healthcare. AIDS, by the way, is one of the most horrible and painful deaths I've seen. I used to say that no one deserved that. My goodwill has run out, although admittedly it's probably only temporary. So now I'm fucked. I have a $500 deductible to fix the window, and I know it's shocking but I haven't got $500 laying around waiting for some ignorant, hopeless, subhuman disease to fuck up my car. So now I have a frozen bank account, no money for a deductible, no binder for school, and a gaping hole in my poor car. And every time I go to get my purse, a reminder that I no longer have one. Fuck. There's a special place in hell for the trash that does this shit, and I'm doing my best to help mine get there soon.