skibigsky's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Damn. You'd think I have a real job. Where to begin? After taking the MINI down to our tire/car guy (Mr. V. has 3 sets of tires/wheels to get mounted/matched up before Nationals in Topeka, and while he took them down in the truck, I had to take the MINI down, because there is something with the car that is not stock, and has to be made stock before the Nationals), I worked like I was back at a real job. I spent an hour trying to straighten out the mess that my mortgage company made with my credit (their response? “Oh. Sorry.” Fuck you. You’ve ruined my credit, fucked my refinance, and all you can say is ‘sorry’?!? Talk to my attorney. I am still SO FUCKING PISSED). It’s not entirely settled (apparently their credit department has AGAIN realized that they were wrong, but haven’t done anything helpful, like fax me a copy of the letter, so I can get on the credit bureaus.), but my attorney is sick of seeing me get thwacked by the system, so he’s helping me on this. Anyway, so after dealing with the morons at H$BC, I spent three hours on the phone/email with our web designer, my second husband (that would be Charles, with the car racing business – Mr. V. has adopted him, so I guess that sort of makes him my second husband… I guess…. Anyway there are moments when it feels like I’ve got a second husband, and not really in a good way – no matter how much I like Charles as person…), our hosting company, and various companies that are sponsoring us. Like, real work. When did this happen? I thought I was pleasantly sponging off my husband. Nope. I’m his indentured servant. And I’m learning A TON about web design and hosting. Yippee. *ahem. And after doing more real work, Mr. V. decided that he wanted to play golf. So we played 18 at Park City. Ugh. I suck. The real problem is that once about every 10-12 strokes, I hit a BRILLIANT shot, making me think there is some hope to my game. And then I immediately melt down again. Needless to say, it was a very frustrating round. I really need to get out on the driving range. Because we’ve got a tournament at Nationals, and unless Mr. V. and I want to go for ‘highest cart score’, I’ve got to get my game together. In a hurry. But damn. I had a couple of REALLY GOOD shots. Out of something like 125. Ech. I suck. Finally, in addition to all the work that I did today, I have just found out that I have been Heh. Going from no driver’s license to being a safety steward in what will eventually (with paperwork and filing and stuff) a year. No, the irony is not lost on me. Double heh. 9:59 p.m. - 06 September 2007 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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