I don’t want anything special from anyone, I just want stuff to be done the way it’s supposed to be done.

Our child support check is a week late so far. I don’t know if it’s because of the company he works for screwing up or if it’s the government agency that forwards it to my account. It’s bullshit either way. Court ordered automatic deduction electronically deposited into my account. How frakking hard can it be? Seems like every time there’s a holiday the ball gets dropped and we get screwed.

Shit.

I hadn’t heard anything from the body shop about the Freelander, so I called them yesterday. More bullshit.

I’d left the car where it died and notified Wells Fargo they should come and get it.
They never did.
Some old fart crashed into it.
Wells Fargo tells me I have to get it fixed, THEN they’ll repossess.
Old Farts’s insurance (USAA) has it towed to Auto Body World – where Buck works.
I sign release papers at Auto Body World, am told completely covered with no deductible.
Time passes.
I finally called ABW Friday and the MANAGER gets on the phone (with an attitude)
I’m told they haven’t done shit because I’m not the registered owner.
Buck is the registered owner (because his name – as the husband – comes up as the registered owner) and he refuses to sign anything.
Wells Fargo called ABW a while ago to verify the location of the car but hasn’t called back or returned call.
WTF? Now what?

I will say once I had the conversation with Manager, he chilled on the attitude quite a bit. He’d misunderstood a few factoids. Other guy’s company is paying for repairs, not mine. And only for the damage done in THAT accident, not the creasing down the side. ABW knew about previous damage because Ginnie had taken the car in to show her father and Manager thought I was trying to claim all the damage against USAA – which I specifically discussed with the lady I signed the car in. I’m an honest person! I wonder where he got the impression I was condoning insurance fraud.

He says WF will have to negotiate with USAA for direct payment because Manager judges car beyond repair. I suppose I have to chat with WF now – dread dread dread – and those conversations never go well.

Why can’t people just do what they’re supposed to do? I’m being honest and doing what I can and yet everyone seems to think I’m some sort of crook.

I did go out last night with my friends. We started out at Papago Brewing Co. The party was supposed to be around six people and somehow 3 times that showed up. We had a great time!

Evo posted this on Brightkite: Debbie is looking for single middle aged men who know how to have a good time. Buy her a Strongbow. Easy-peasy.

And some guy actually did! Of course, he handed me the drink and promptly walked away, but I got a free Strongbow out of it anyway. After that CJ, Dan, Jack and I ended up at another place for Karaoke. I really need to find one song I can do so I can join in. I sing really well when I’m singing along, but without that other voice I’m not sure I can stay on key. It’s been a long time since I sang solo. On the way out we saw this:

Santa has pink balls!