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the sacred lj covenant
Oct. 4th, 2002 12:51 amAs I've mentioned, all car related events must be documented in this here LJ and so I must make mention of the fact that I was rear ended last night while on my way to a free preview of Tuck Everlasting (LUCKY! It was so good! It made me cry!). It was very dramatic! And completely not my fault. I handled the event with the usual amount grace and poise. Meaning, none at all.
When she first hit me, I looked in the rearview mirror and saw her sitting there with this awful look on her face, which I assumed was aimed at me, and so I got Righteously Angry! How dare she cop a tude when she was the one who hit MY CAR? The car in front of me stopped! I stopped! The most logical course of action for her would be to stop too! How DARE she look pissed off as if it's MY FAULT?
And I was going to be late meeting Anna to see Tuck Everlasting! *I* was the injured party here!
We pulled into spots next to each other in the mall and I hopped out of my car, all fueled by my anger and annoyance, insurance card in hand. And then she got out of her car.
Woman: (extremely upset) I am so, so sorry. I totally didn't see the car in front of you stop, I assumed they were going to keep going. I was arguing with my son, and I wasn't paying enough attention.
Me: (rage turning to understanding) Oh, it's ok, I completely understand.
Woman: (still upset) I'm so sorry. I really didn't think they'd stop!
Me: (understanding turning to distress that the woman is still upset) I know! Me either! I'm sorry.
Woman: Why are you apologizing? I hit you.
Me: (distress turning to embarrassment turning to spazz attack) I...don't know. I don't know! I'm, I don't know. It's ok. So, uh, what do I do now? Do I give you my insurance information or do we exchange or oh look! It's not so bad! Not at all! But I should get your information anyway, just in case. But I'm sure it will be fine. Fine! No worries!
Woman: Are you on something?
Me: I'm high on awkwardness, man.
Anyway. The car is fine (it is a tough little station wagon!) and I am fine (I am a tough Jess!), so it was a pretty good minor collision overall.
Tonight I had to stay at work until after eight to get some work done on this appellate brief and appendix thing. Dude. It's out of control. I'm a temp. I have no idea what I'm doing. And yet I'm responsible for things! I'm expected to Get Things Done! Today Mr. Boss had me call a DA about getting a plea bargain for some poor soul's traffic violation! Don't they REALIZE how clueless I am?
Anyway, I had to make sure I got work done so I could leave early tomorrow because...
( i have a job interview tomorrow! )
When she first hit me, I looked in the rearview mirror and saw her sitting there with this awful look on her face, which I assumed was aimed at me, and so I got Righteously Angry! How dare she cop a tude when she was the one who hit MY CAR? The car in front of me stopped! I stopped! The most logical course of action for her would be to stop too! How DARE she look pissed off as if it's MY FAULT?
And I was going to be late meeting Anna to see Tuck Everlasting! *I* was the injured party here!
We pulled into spots next to each other in the mall and I hopped out of my car, all fueled by my anger and annoyance, insurance card in hand. And then she got out of her car.
Woman: (extremely upset) I am so, so sorry. I totally didn't see the car in front of you stop, I assumed they were going to keep going. I was arguing with my son, and I wasn't paying enough attention.
Me: (rage turning to understanding) Oh, it's ok, I completely understand.
Woman: (still upset) I'm so sorry. I really didn't think they'd stop!
Me: (understanding turning to distress that the woman is still upset) I know! Me either! I'm sorry.
Woman: Why are you apologizing? I hit you.
Me: (distress turning to embarrassment turning to spazz attack) I...don't know. I don't know! I'm, I don't know. It's ok. So, uh, what do I do now? Do I give you my insurance information or do we exchange or oh look! It's not so bad! Not at all! But I should get your information anyway, just in case. But I'm sure it will be fine. Fine! No worries!
Woman: Are you on something?
Me: I'm high on awkwardness, man.
Anyway. The car is fine (it is a tough little station wagon!) and I am fine (I am a tough Jess!), so it was a pretty good minor collision overall.
Tonight I had to stay at work until after eight to get some work done on this appellate brief and appendix thing. Dude. It's out of control. I'm a temp. I have no idea what I'm doing. And yet I'm responsible for things! I'm expected to Get Things Done! Today Mr. Boss had me call a DA about getting a plea bargain for some poor soul's traffic violation! Don't they REALIZE how clueless I am?
Anyway, I had to make sure I got work done so I could leave early tomorrow because...
( i have a job interview tomorrow! )
