So after a wonderful day,eating gelato, having champagne with Max and her cool expat friends, I went with Max to Paolo's studio to check emails. Good thing I decided to call my home phone. There was a message from a week ago from my insurance company. my car is a total loss and I need to get my car from the body shop. the shop charges a daily fee to hold the car. I am in fucking italy!!! I left a message on my home phone saying to call my italian cell number if there was anything urgent. Why did no one call me! My boss is going to get my car during her lunch. Hopefully the body shop won't charge too much.
My parents just sent me a check to pay off the last of my student debt. I was so excited I would finally be debt fee. Now I have to buy a fucking new car or get a very good used one. I don't want a car note. I have very unstable job in an very unstable business. This is fucking bullshit. I could kill the fucking moron who hit my car.
Too say that I am livid would be an understatement. There is no way to get around this. You must have a car in Los Angeles.
I wish I could just stay in Rome and fuck all this bullshit. Nothing has gone right since I moved to "Hell ay".