I don't normally post rant threads, and I know I'm not no hot chick or anything, but just bear with me. I'm so pissed off right now and this is the only thing I can think of to calm me a bit.

So I go to work this afternoon, and I overslept so I'm rushing to make it on time. I get there thinking I've made it on time when in actuality, I'm 30 minutes late, because the management there who hasn't changed my work schedule in months, think it's cute to schedule me 30 minutes earlier today. I get off at 9 pm, just wanting to go home so I can party my ass off on St. Patty's Day, to find out that my car has been stolen for the 3rd time! Now I had a killswitch installed on my car, a 92 Nissan Sentra, after the 2nd time it got stolen, but since I was in such a rush to get to work, I forgot to activate it. I do know that both doors were securely locked, but that doesn't stop anyone who's got a shaved key to break in. Now my work has 1 security guard that patrols the premises, but obviously that isn't enough to stop anyone who's determined enough to break in your car.

I get one of my friends to drive me home, where doing upon my way I call 911 to report it stolen. The CHP officer who picks up, informs me (In a very nasty way) that a stolen car isn't considered an emergency, and that I should contact the local Police Department. Well that's great, only that I don't have a phone book on me to report it. So I ask the dispatch if he can give me the number to Modesto PD, and that fuckin' asshole hangs up on me and I get this automated message telling me that I've used the emergency number in an inappropriate way. I'm so pissed off but I have to wait to get home so I can get the phone book to call the local PD. Upon arriving home, I have to inform my parents that my car got stolen and my mom goes fucking berserk on me, and blames me for getting my car stolen because I didn't turn the killswitch on. Although there is some truth in that, I don't fully appreciate being cussed at in every manner possible just because that stupid bitch has to go PMS on me everytime some stressful thing pops up. Well I finally get around to calling PD up and reporting the car stolen, but they can't file the report unless they talk to my dad, because it has his name on the insurance (Who happens to be sleeping because he has to work early in the morning). So I have to wake him up and get him on the phone to answer and I get even more cuss words directed at me from both him and Mom. We finally get the report filed, and I get a friend to pick me up so we can get piss drunk with vodka and Jack and Coke.

My St. Patrick's Day is totally ruined now, because I have to stay at home waiting for the police to call, in case they find my car, and I know I'm still going to get crap from my parents who seem to blame me fully for getting my car stolen. I totally hate Life right now and I hope whoever took the car dies a horrible horrible death. I hate this fucking town. Modesto=Car Theft Capital of the world and I think the person(s) responsible know me in real life. And the pigs here prob won't even catch the people responsible for it. Chances are I'll get the car back, but I'll end up paying whatever damages they thieves did to get it running again. Can't there possibly be a better system for working these things out? I mean shit, this is fucking ridiculous. it's so bad, I can't help but laugh about this shit.

c0r version: car got stolen for 3rd time, police were being dicks in filing report. Parents blame me for the whole thing. I'm actually contemplating suicide right now. Don't ever move to Modesto.

Last edited by Zharen on Mar-19-2007 at 06:52