State Farm: Lack of Collision Coverage

So I received a letter in the mail yesterday saying something along the lines that my collision coverage was suspended. I called the agent, and of course was directed to the 24 hour answering service, which is basically a human answering machine. They were unable to define the New Jersey code in the letter because the lady on the other end of the phone did not live in New Jersey, and was unaware of New Jersey laws. I of course was irate. I wanted answers and I wanted them answered immediately. I had gone into the local agent on May 18, and according to the letter, my coverage was suspended on May 26, only 8 days later for failure to comply with some inspection regulation. The only thing I could think of was my tags and inspection was conducted in Texas, and I had not gotten around to switching them over to New Jersey. I left a message and told them that I was extremely upset and they needed to contact me immediately. I also told the lady on the other end that if anything happened to my car (God forbid), they were paying for it for not having notifying me sooner. The letter as I said indicated that my coverage was suspended on the 26th, the letter was dated the 29th, and I received the letter on the 30th. The leter also had mention of a 10 day time frame to have this inspection done, and I in the meantime was left to figure out what the hell this inspection was.

My agent called today, and immediately was apologizing on behalf of the company. Apparently the day I went in to sign for the New Jersey coverage, they had taken pictures of my car. They did this in order to be aware of the condition my car was currently in so I would be unable to claim anything that was already done to the car. The lady then proceeded to tell me that she had improperly scanned the pictures and they were not sent to their corporate office and the fault was 100% theirs. I told her this was unacceptable, and that they should have received a failure to comply letter and not me. That had nothing to do with me, and I was thinking I had done, or not done something I was supposed to. Talk about getting pissed off. The douche bags had me worrying for nothing. They were to blame and I did nothing wrong. I even get a 1/2 month deduction for 5 days worth of "mistakes". Shows them right. Sucks to be them!

Too Tired to Think

I know that I have left some of you hanging, but this new job is kicking my ass. I do not mean literally, but waking up at 5:30 is so hard as it is, and when I get home, I am pooped. I promise to write something substantial tomorrow. Perhaps a blog of the commercial or the "real" reason I am in New Jersey, according to the owner of my job. Interested anyone? Sleepy time, but definitely more on both topics.

Thanks for keeping up, I promise to get better once I get adjusted 100%, but definitely tomorrow!

First Day at the New Job

So I started my new job today. It was a little boring because I am being trained so things were going slow and we had to take breaks whenever my boss was interrupted, but for the most part is was pretty cool. Everyone was very friendly, and we all sat down together for lunch. The town I work in is very small, and because of the town's ordinances, everyone brings their own lunch, or they go down to the local grocery store to purchase salads a la carte, sandwiches, or the daily soup special. My mom made my lunch for me. She had called while I was out at Sweet Charity and Nanny Mongo 911's house and asked what I wanted. This is the life. I can't remember the last time my mom packed my lunch for me, but I can hardly remember living at home last too. It does have it's perks though, because there was no way in hell I was attempting to make my bed at 5 o'something this morning, but when I got home, mom had done it for me. I don't want to get used to it though. She asked me the other day if I wanted her to wash my clothes. I said no. I ended up washing mine and hers (+ a dad and the kids). I would rather not loose touch of all the things I have been doing for the 8 years away from home.

Back to the job......

I felt like I was in Pre-K all over again. I got to color with 3 colors. Yellow, green, and pink. It was fun! I am only joking. I did color, but it was a very useful way my boss did things to determine whether or not cars have been assigned, whether or not they were finished, and if they were staying over night. I did as he put it "bust his chops" about it, but it was indeed a very efficient way of going about things.

I hope that this is the job I am going to stay in for a while. Everyone there seems to really like it. The other people in my position have been there 1) 2 years, and 2) 6 years, so someone must be doing something right. The thing is, I was put in to take someone else's spot, while the other in the same spot moves up, and the service manager we currently have goes to the sister dealership to do the same thing for more money.

I must admit I like how they move up within the company instead of hiring in. That way I know that if I stick with it, I can make the most potential money possible and work my way all the way to the top. Besides the guy in my position was telling me how to go about filing single 0 on my tax form rather than single 1 because apparently we make too much money and if we file single 1, we end up owing a few grand to the government when tax season come back around. Glad someone filled me in on that!

Well, I am tired and I need to get cleaned up for tomorrow. Today was a good day, and hopefully tomorrow will be even better.

Just for the record, I made my lunch for tomorrow......

Who Wants to be Sad All the Time?

I don't.....

I talked to New Jersey today. Well, he talked to me. I went to Karate after my brother's swimming lesson and he asked me to step outside. I did. He told me that I shouldn't have called. I already knew that the second I pressed call and there was no turning back, but I also didn't think it appropriate to just hang up either. And oddly enough, his girlfriend was there. Figures, right? Well for all I know he could have moved her in. After all, he did say he needed a woman's touch when we were talking, guess it would be wrong to assume it was MY touch just cause I have the parts, right? Anyway I cried, again, and this time in front of his face. I couldn't help it. I feel he led me on in the beginning, and the second that something else came along, something more familiar, I was put back on top of the shelf to collect dust. I am so sick of the same routine, but I find myself allowing it to happen over and over again. I think it is because I automatically assume that with a different person comes a different scenario, right? Wrong. The same series of events, just in their own way. Maybe it is me. Maybe it isn't. I feel like I lose more of myself and hope each time it occurs, so when someone good finally decides to come along, I may just be empty and hollow inside. That would be hard though, cause even though I am a bitch, I still always manage to have plenty of love to give. I just want to feel it for once instead of handing it all out. I know you have to give to receive, but this is just ridiculous. I don't have to have it now, but I don't want to cry about not having it. I also don't care to be made to feel worse for not having it. Can The guys that know they are douches break our hearts without shoving it in our faces? Is that too much to ask?

So Now I am a Taxi Driver

I guess my mom is taking full advantage of the fact that I am living here now and have yet to start my new job. She decided that before the lease on her car is up, she is going to take it in for some minor body work. The guy at the shop told her it would take 3 days, so guess what? I get to drive the kids to school, to dance, to karate, and to swimming lessons. Not only this, but my sister attends school for only 2 hours a day. My schedule will be this for the remainder of the week. Take brother and sister to school, come home, pick up sister, come home, pick up brother, come home, go to swimming lessons, then straight to Karate, then come home. Nice huh? I knew I would be given a few babysitting duties, but I was unaware that I was going to be the only one with a car to take everyone everywhere they need to go (besides dad, but he is at work all day). If I had started my job according to original plan, my mom would have to take a rental car to accomplish this, but no..... I get to be the jack ass. I think this is quite interesting because I told my mom she would have to give me money for gas, because I am not going to pay to take these kids everywhere they need to go. I love them and all, but I am the one that has yet to start my job, therefore I have no income coming my way at the time being. This is just ridiculous. I didn't sign up for this.

Crying Myself to Sleep

Last night I cried myself to sleep. I can't really explain it, but it happened. I also called New Jersey and left a message, which I most likely should not have done. I couldn't sleep and I was thinking about him since I had left the Karate place. I think the message was somewhere along the lines of ....

"Meeting you was interesting. I couldn't stop thinking of you since, so I called and I figure you are asleep. I mean no harm by calling, I just couldn't sleep".

It was weird, because for a period of time I was talking to this guy 3-4 times a day, emailing constantly throughout the day, and planning packages to send to him. Then he breaks my heart before I even meet him, and when I see him I am reminded of all this. From what I understand now it is his girlfriend that is far away. Irony huh? I think he only gets to see her on the weekends so hopefully my call caused him no trouble. If so however she can accept that my call was harmless, or be ready for a Texas sized ass whooping, which I am sure is a hell of a lot harder than what she has to offer. After all, everything is bigger and better in Texas.

As far as the crying myself to sleep thing, I think I am just lonely and wanting so badly to be loved. My last real relationship I loved and he didn't, so reciprocation would be appreciated. I feel I give too much and get nothing in return with guys. I am just tired of it, and want the next thing that comes my way to be something real. I am tired of not being treated the way I treat others. I want to give and to love, but it is hard when the person that you are with isn't mature enough or ready to give it.

My Dream of Being Kidnapped

Ever since I graduated college and started the typical 8-5 kind of job, I rarely sleep in even when I am allowed to. Last night I got home from Sweet Charity and Nanny Mongo 911's house around 1:00 AM. I got one the computer, finished downloading some songs, and made my way to the bed. Normally my idea of "sleeping in" is around 9 o' clock, 10 at the latest. This morning was different. I woke up at 11:20 AM, and I hold my dream responsible for this. You know those dreams that are so intense you just have to finish them before you wake up? This was one of those. It was so intense and when I woke up, I was sweating.

Here goes....

I don't remember exactly how it started, but I was kidnapped along with a handful of my friends. From what I recollect, it was Sweet Charity, Nanny Mongo 911, and Lamb Bone. We were kidnapped by some guy and for some reason no one believed us whenever we came across an opportunity for someone to help out. We tried telling people, calling the police, and got absolutely nothing. We ran to other people's cars and they drove off with us basically hanging on their window (windows down of course). Everyone just drove off.

We were tortured by this man. I don't even know how the few incidents came along where we even had the opportunity to reach out for help, because from what it seemed, we were on a very tight leash. It was very creepy.

This went on for a long time and somehow one of my friends managed to lead us to the garage with a few moments head start and we jumped in this guy's car. I remember that we started driving the car off before we were fully inside and the doors were still open. It kind of reminded me of how they had to move the bus in Little Miss Sunshine..... you get the idea. The only way we escaped this man was by doing this, because had we all waited until in the car with doors shut, it would have kept on going. I remember him reaching us right as we started pulling the car out and going as fast as we could with the doors wide open.

I woke up sweating, as if the running to the car and jumping in while in motion with doors wide open really had occurred. It was so real that I could not possibly wake up until there was some resolution. We escaped, therefore allowing my body to be awaken and my mind so distorted from what I had previously encountered.

What I want to know is this... Why did everyone think we were crying wolf when this guy had indeed taken us hostage? Was everyone so self absorbed that they couldn't reach out to people in need? I know that dreams are supposed to have hidden meanings so if anyone knows what the hell all this means, please do tell.

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I met the Infamous New Jersey

I met him. If you ask whom I speak of, you must go back to the very first posts ever written in this blog. He was absolutely gorgeous. I must admit I got emotional the second I sat in my car (I of course had to wait until he was not able to see me doing this). My brother and sister had swimming lessons this afternoon, so I opted to take them. Afterwards, I met up with my mother at her Tae Kwon Do class with the rugrats and he was there. My heart sank. He had an amazing smile, eyes like the shore of Aruba, and a body to die for. I was feeling a mixed sense of 1) Rip my clothes off, and 2) That man must give a great bear hug. He was strong and gentle at the same time. I wanted him to passionately grab me, kiss me, and sweep my off my feet. This of course didn't happen, but it is okay for one's mind to wander. I am also a bit upset with him. His whole excuse for getting back with his ex was because "I was so far away." I felt like saying "Ha, now what, bitch?" I of course didn't. I couldn't. I felt myself avoiding eye contact with him to procrastinate on the waterworks for a few moments longer at certain points of our conversation. He came up to me at the end of class and told me he knew who I was the second I walked in. I knew he was there prior to even walking in the door because in previous conversations we discussed the cars we drove and I saw it out in the parking lot next to my mothers. He was definitely caught off guard. I wonder if it makes any difference either way.

The Lone Star State Meets The Garden State

I made it to New Jersey on Wednesday, May 9th. I started driving on Monday. I drove 11 hours to Attalla, AL and stayed at the local Days Inn. That was the first night I slept all the way through the night; I guess I was exhausted. The next day I drove 9 hours plus a time zone change, so technically 10 hours in a car. I stopped in Alexandria, VA for the night and stayed with Antibelle, my friend from the "black hole" as she likes to call it. For those unaware of what the "black hole" is, it just so happens to be the town we went to college in. I drove through 10 states. I started in Texas, then Louisiana, then Mississippi, to Alabama, Georgia, to Tennessee, then through Virginia, Delaware, Maryland, and New Jersey. 26 hours total driving and near 1700 miles later, I finally reached my destination. I was tired of driving and by the end of the trip my ass hurt so bad I thought some of the cushion had worn itself a bit thin. It is still there, so this must not have been the case. "I currently live in New Jersey", that sentence sounds weird to me for some reason. It is such a big difference from what I have ever known, but I know I will adjust. The weather has been great. It was a bit chilly last night, but for the most part it has been great weather for me to come into and get used to it before it changes drastically. Only 3 weeks ago it was 37 degrees.......

Pilot injured in Wednesday plane crash dies

McALLEN – The pilot of a single-engine plane that crashed Wednesday night near Dodge Arena has died.

Jose Francisco Ortiz, 34, of Tampico, Tamps., Mexico, died this morning in the burn unit of San Antonio’s Brooke Army Medical Center after receiving burns to 90 percent of his body, Mexican consular officials said.

His passenger, 25-year-old Georgina Grimaldo Azuara, of San Luis Potosi, SLP, Mexico, died Wednesday night at the crash site, along 10th Street between Dicker Drive and Military Highway.

FAA: Engine failure may have caused fatal plane crash

New regarding one of our customers..... information provided by www.themonitor.com

McALLEN – An engine failure during take off may have caused a Wednesday night plane crash near Dodge Arena, according to preliminary data released by the Federal Aviation Administration this morning.

The crash, which killed a 24-year-old Mexican woman and severely injured the single-engine plane’s pilot, occurred shortly after the aircraft stopped for fuel at McAllen-Miller International Airport.

The pair was flying from Houston to their home in Tampico, Tamps., when the plane went down just before 7 p.m. on a stretch of South 10th Street, between Dicker Drive and Military Highway.

The pilot, identified as 34-year-old Jose Francisco Ortiz, was taken to an area hospital before being transferred to San Antonio’s Brooke Army Medical Center with burns to 90 percent of his body, Justice of the Peace Rosa Treviño.

Treviño would not reveal the name of Ortiz’s passenger Wednesday night, because her family had yet to be notified.

“She was burned to the bone,” Treviño said. “Luckily there was no traffic coming and going because it was right on the bridge.”

The plane went down south of Military Highway minutes later and skidded to a stop on 10th Street about one mile north of Hidalgo’s Dodge Arena. The crash site is about 2 1/2 miles south of the McAllen airport.

Debris was scattered for about 50 feet along the roadway, and there were visible scorch marks in the sorghum field adjacent to the road.

The crash is the area’s second in a week. Last week, U.S. Customs and Border Protection pilot Clinton Thrasher died when his Cessna 182R went down on a ranch north of San Manuel, about a mile north of the Hidalgo County line.

EARLY REPORTS
Just before losing control of the plane Wednesday night, Ortiz sent out a Level 3 alert to the airport’s air traffic controllers. The alert is a broad emergency signal that could mean there was smoke or fire outside or inside the plane, said Enrique Castillo, the McAllen airport’s spokesman.

But the FAA’s early data indicates the plane’s engine failed during take off, according to a report released on the agency’s Web site.

While it remains too early to pinpoint the exact cause of the crash, indications that mechanical malfunctions could be to blame would have come from investigators on scene or even the pilot himself, said Roland Herwig, an Oklahoma City-based spokesman for the FAA.

“He could have called in the cause of his problems before the plane went down,” he said. Records for the aircraft, a Lancair IV-P, indicate it was classified as “experimental” and list it as being “amateur built.”

At least four previous crashes involving planes of the same model were linked to engine malfunction, according to an NTSB database. Aircraft of the same model have been involved in at least 11 crashes since 2002, seven of which involved fatalities.

NTSB investigators are expected to release their own preliminary report next week and a probable cause for the crash several months later.

WRECKAGE SNARLS MORNING COMMUTE
Emergency crews remain at the scene this morning, blocking off the roadway until NTSB investigators can assess the crash site and forcing authorities to divert traffic between Dicker Drive and Military Highway.

Authorities urge morning drivers to avoid the area by taking an alternate route, such as 23rd Street.

The stretch of 10th Street near Dodge Arena is expected to remain closed until Friday morning, said Amy Rodriguez, a local spokeswoman for the Texas Department of Transportation.


*Jose Francisco Ortiz was declared dead a few moments ago. More on that as it is being released and we are notified any further.

Plotting on PT Shmoozer

This is my last week of work, and for the most part everyone has been pretty easy to get along with, except PT Shmoozer. Ever since Monday she has needed a priest to hold an exorcism in her honor. With a 360 degree turn of her neck, I knew it was on. For some reason she is an unhappy person and tends to come off that way to everyone else, causing her to be disliked by the majority of the staff. I have had a not so pleasant exchange of words with her since Monday. When my boss got into the office on Monday, he asked me to inquire with PT Shmoozer regarding some overtime I worked the previous Friday. I asked her if that was going to be paid in addition to my normal pay check Tuesday the 1st, or if she was planning on waiting until Friday to cut that check. Her response was unsatisfactory, and I made it known to those in authoritative positions. She said that because I had taken off for 420 when my friends were in town, that my 6 1/2 hours of overtime would pretty much cover the day I missed work. This was unacceptable. I have been working with this company for 6 months, and of that 6 months, the owner, the general manager, and my boss knew about me taking 420 off 2 months in advance. This day was approved and signed to be a paid day out. PT Shmoozer informs me that an employee doesn't acquire any paid time off until the year anniversary of their start date, but seeing as how the company failed to give me anything in writing or an employee handbook all this was up in the air. I have been told 2 different things at this point. I had been told 1) that employees get one week vacation their first year, and I have been told 2) an employee gets one week vacation after they have been there one year. The problem stems from the lack of organization and the lack of professionalism in this company. First off, in order to enforce these rules and policies, they must provide adequate paperwork to their employees, otherwise how is a person to know? Secondly, had I called in sick I would have received a paid sick day, but PT Shmoozer was trying to dock me a days pay for something I had given over 2 month notice; I think not. I of course raised hell to my boss and the general manager. I was told by the GM to wait until Friday and it would be resolved. I was not going to do this. I hardly think that anyone is going to be willing to help me on my last day, much less have to track down money owed to me on my last day. I also do not think I should have to wait until my last day seeing as how the pay period had ended and that day was part of that particular pay period. I refused to hear anything else; I was to be paid that day, and that was final. Well, all day we were back and forth with PT Shmoozer, with the GM and my boss on my side. At 4:30 yesterday afternoon I went to her desk, asked if my check was ready and she said "No". I walked into my boss' office and told him that if she didn't pay me, I was going to stand there until she did, and that I wasn't lifting a finger to do any work until I was paid for my time. I go back to her desk at 5:00 when I am heading out to go home. The check was still not issued. I walk into my Italian Long-Lunch's office again and tell him I am not leaving until this was fixed. In the hallway, the GM comes to me and hands me a personal check out of he and his wife's personal account. I told him I was not going to take his money that PT Shmoozer can write me a check, and then, just then, the bitch says "Here is your check". I wanted to punch that bitch in the face; Matter of fact that is the plan for Friday when I leave the establishment for good. I may also post a few advertisements on sites for casual sexual encounters and spam stuff to be received in her inbox.