So, pardon my colorful language, but I would like to thank the jackass that mugged me back in 2007 and decided to right hook me in the face. His stupid gang initiation is still affecting me NOW in 2012. Because of him, my caring mother lovingly and well-meaningly chose the most expensive optometrist in Riverside to make sure there was no permanent damage to me or my left eye. Sweet, but now it's $300 worth of irritation. This medical bill (which was supposed to be paid for by the kid that mugged me) has since gone into collections and is keeping Adam and I from moving forward in our home buying process. I know I should have paid it off long ago but due to a list of super-excusy sounding excuses, I'll spare you my reasoning. It's impossible trying to figure out who I need to call because no one wants to help.
This house buying process is not as fun as I was expecting. It's hard work that requires too much patience and above all, it's making me anxious...and NOT in the good way. I wanted to be happy about buying this house but I can't get that way. I'm far too nervous.
On top of all this, my birthday is tomorrow. Usually I'd be excited; planning my outfit and which bars we'd go to, but I'm turning twentyFIVE. I know it sounds silly but I'm genuinely upset about this. I've been alive for a quarter of a century and have nothing to show for it. I have literally accomplished nothing on my own. I still work at the same dead-end waitressing job because no one wants to hire me. I have no skills, no experience, no degree. Hell, I'm not even enrolled in school right now. The list goes on and on but the more I share, the more pathetic I sound, and the LAST thing I want is sympathy. Simply put, it's depressing to feel so far behind my peers, especially when social media feels the need to advertise the fact that these people are too happy or too successful or too insert-great-accomplishment-here. Don't get me wrong, I'm excited that my friends are doing so well and almost all of them deserve it...I just wish I could be there with them.
When I'm old(er) I'm going to write a book called Unsolicited Advice You Wont Appreciate Til You're 80. It will be a compilation of lessons and advice I WISH I had the foresight to heed. Just funny, quippy stories that will make for a fast, truthful, hilarious read or perhaps even, God help me, toilet-reading. I'm not a fan (at ALL) of bathroom literature; however, I might just need to play it safe and publish the book with a vinyl cover...you know, for the bowel-y inspired.
Since my last post, I've decided to quit Bravo and go back to working at RR as often as I can. I've only worked 3 shifts this week but in those shifts I made more than I would have made at Bravo in a week. I'm hoping it stays busy but I still have the intention of finding a "real" job. Fingers crossed.
Update: Our USAA rep that's assisting us in the home-buying gave me the name of the credit agency and the debt has been paid. Kind of a bittersweet pill to swallow.
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