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My Poor SUV

21 Mar

So this happened today…

Some ass-hat broke in to my suv, smashed the driver’s side window, pulled everything out, made a mess, stole some stuff, then left the inside of my vehicle exposed to the elements which in this city means the rain, which means the upholstery and carpets are absolutely drenched.

I am such a jumble of emotions right now..I seem to jump between wanting to meet the person or people who did this so I can smack them upside the head and take my stuff back or being sad about what was taken and having to deal with the situation. I am also highly irritated in general about having to deal with this cuz ya know dealing with insurance and RCMP and mechanic shops is such a joy. sigh.

My suv was parked in front of where I live and statistically crime like this is perpetrated by teens to young adults who live in the neighbourhood…oh the random stuff I remember from Criminology and Law classes lol All this means to me is that some shitdick who possibly lives in my neighbourhood will go walking by my place from time to time with MY iPod! Grr! He/she might even wait at the bus stop across the street and smirk, maybe chuckle to themselves, as they remember what they got away with.

Not even like they are some criminal mastermind, all they did was smash a window, create a mess, and steal stuff, anybody can do that. *rolls eyes*

They were fairly stupid about what they took, I mean yes they took my iPod, which I am highly upset about but I’m upset because I am emotionally attached to that iPod, not because it was new or shiny or highly coveted by others. That iPod was a present for graduation from film school in 2008. In tech years that means it is ancient! Aaaaand it kinda is, it is an iPod without speakers, without a camera, without the ability to easily connect to the internet, without a data plan, without access to the Cloud. Hell, you can’t even sync it to a computer unless the computer has operating software that is 2 to 3 generations old.  Which upsets me even more because the human who is the equivalent to the common cold who now has my iPod will quickly realize it can do none of the things he/she expects it to do, and really is only good for music, and I worry they will get so mad they’ll smash it, or throw it out, or be mean to it, and then my iPod will think I don’t love it anymore. 😦

Yes, I am one of those people who gets emotionally attached to her technology, don’t judge! 😛 It’s one of my adorable quirks. 😉

Along with my iPod they took some scratched up sunglasses, three pairs, that I used for dragon boating – hence the scratches. Aaaaaaand, they took my Kit Kat. MY Kit Kat! That’s just rude.

The Kit Kat was a random gift from a friend that I kept in the centre console of the suv so it wasn’t right at hand in the apartment. Made it so I couldn’t just grab it when bored but instead had to decide if I wanted it badly enough to go to the suv to get it. It’s one thing to steal my iPod and sunglasses, but it is definitely crossing a line to steal my Kit Kat Chunky bar. Is nothing sacred anymore?

kit kat chunky

So yeah, they stole my iPod and cable, three scratched up pairs of sunglasses, and a Kit Kat Chunky bar.

Screams kid to me, especially considering they left expensive things behind.

And before you lecture, yes I realize I should not have left anything in the suv and this is my fault. Don’t think I’m not beating myself up about that.

Because this all happened late in the day there were no shops open I could take it to so tomorrow morning I get to get up nice and early and spend my morning finding an ICBC approved shop that can fix the glass and the upholstery and that has a courtesy car. Lovely.

The only positive thing to happen is that it is considered a no-fault claim so my insurance rates won’t go up. I still have to pay the deductible though, which sucks.

I had slim hope the neighbours security camera caught the break-in since the neighbour came to me while I was cleaning the glass out of my suv to say it might have and he’d check the footage this evening but sadly I got an email from him saying my suv was just out of range and he couldn’t see anything. Which means the RCMP really won’t be any help because without video footage they won’t even send a person around to investigate let alone try to find who did this or find my iPod. Which means no consequences for the cranberry-fucknut who did this. sigh. I want there to be consequences. I want their misery. I want my freakin iPod back!

angry

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Big Boned

10 Jul

Here is a conversation that happened this evening at work:

Him: Yeah, I’m from around here, well, now I live in Sechelt but I grew up in this area, went to such-n-such school, blah blah blah

Me: Oh, hmm, that’s nice.

Him: So are you from this area? Where did you go to school?

Me: No, I moved here from Edmonton.

Him: Oooooh! An Albertan girl! I could tell you are from Alberta because you’re so big boned. Yup, a big boned girl from Alberta.

Me: *stares in shock* What?

Lady who over heard convo: You should stomp on his foot, while wearing heels.

you said what

I excuse myself from the situation and go do something else. He follows about 5 minutes later and laughingly apologizes, but the kind of apology that means diddly squat because you know he doesn’t actually mean it, he doesn’t think he did anything wrong and while pretending to apologize he infringes on my personal space by trying to put his arm around me and be all chummy.

What. The. Hell?!?!?!

youre mean

I’d like to say I responded with a scathing remark but I was at work and had to stay professional so I had to appear to shrug it off and go about my business. I’d also like to say I promptly forgot about the insensitive jerky comment and it didn’t bother me but that’d be a big fat lie. It is still bothering me now and it has been hours, not a couple of hours, more like 9 hours. *sigh*.

I know that only I can give permission for other people to affect me but ya know what, what he said affected me and I don’t care if it is me giving him permission to affect me, or low self-esteem, or deeply buried anger because I couldn’t respond, or years of learned responses to how men treat me but whatever it is, it is affecting me, and I don’t like it.

What gives this guy, this guy that I met for the first time this evening the right to not only comment on what I look like but to comment in a negative way? Since when do our social norms allow anybody to do that without some sort of consequence? Oh wait, it’s been ok for, well…as long as I have been alive. *double sigh*

What the hell does “big boned” even mean? Is that another way of saying “fat”? Or is it a specialized way of saying “fat”, is it supposed to be more politically correct? Maybe it is the female version of “husky”, I’ve heard guys described like that, “oh he has a husky build” like he is a breed of dog or something!

I just don’t get it.

The whole situation makes me so angry. Angry that this guy seemed to think what he did was perfectly ok, angry at myself for not responding in a stronger way, angry at men in general because I can only aim so much anger at myself before I have to deflect it elsewhere and well, men in general are an easy target if I pretend they are all like this guy.

Ok, calming down now…

After work I was restless, I wanted to do something to work off my annoyance but on my drive home I found myself a bit teary eyed which is so not like me. That stupid little man had made one comment and it had me questioning all kinds of things about myself, what I look like, how I was dressed, what I ate today, how active I have been, am I bigger than I thought, am I big boned? Even though I don’t really know what big boned is supposed to mean I couldn’t stop wondering if I am that, is that what people see when they look at me, someone big boned? A big boned Albertan girl?

Since I finished work at 9:30pm and there really wasn’t much to do I came home, cuddled with the cat and made the conscious decision to not let how I was feeling affect my eating plan. I am doing Weight Watchers and the last thing I want is for some bump in the road to derail my weight loss. Normally when I am upset I either (1) eat everything! or (2) eat absolutely nothing, even if I am legit hungry. What can I say, I go to extremes. If I didn’t eat anything when I got home I’d be under eating for the day, if I ate the entire tub of Ben & Jerry’s Ice Cream that was calling my name I’d be waaaaay over my food budget for the day so I stuck to the plan, I made a healthy-ish snack, ate my points for the day (that is a Weight Watchers thing, if you count calories it would be like me saying I ate my calories for the day) and well, that was it. I didn’t let my emotions control my eating (or not eating), I didn’t derail my weight loss plan thereby making myself feel even worse about myself because of this comment and I will hopefully wake up tomorrow feeling better about things, cause time is supposed to heal wounds right?

Does time also heal anger because I still want to punch that guy in the face, or put on a pair of pointy heels and stomp on his foot, better yet steel toed boots!

kill you

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