This will be my last weekend in this house! I’d like to celebrate by getting drunk and trashing the place but I can’t, because I’ve got to work tomorrow and Sunday so I can have both days off next weekend. I guess it would be a bit rude to turn the place into a shithole anyway, seeing as Hannah will still be living here after I’ve gone.
I took TheLoveMachine to a garage today, to get a quote for fixing the dent on the door. He gave me a figure that is roughly equivalent to two weeks wages. I then called my insurance company to see if they would pay for it, only to be told I am not covered for damage while parked and I should try and contact the person who hit me. Short of stealing CCTV footage from a restaurant car park I’m not entirely sure how I could do that, so I hung up the phone and then threw it against the wall. (I was using the phone in the office at work, so it didn’t matter) I then called back the man at the garage (using the phone on Ginger Graham’s desk) and said “Go **** yourself. She looks better with a dent, in my opinion.”
RC 11-5-12
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