Oh Yea, We're Moving

Not sure when or where, but we are blowin' this popsicle stand first chance we get.

I goddamned HATE New York City.

Yesterday, I was sick. To be accurate, I was sick on Wednesday, but I'd been out the night before. So, I thought, hangover or bad food, the choice to be sick was mine and I was going to work. It was tough. When I woke up yesterday after a night of ginger ale and early bedtimes, I could barely sit up without horking. No work for me. I knew the car needed to be moved for streetcleaning, but when the alarm went off, I was sicker and decided I'd just pay the parking ticket.

This morning, I go out to the car, nauseated but not barfing to see that my driver's side mirror has been destroyed. And, I have a $45 parking ticket. My neighbor pulls up on her way to take the kids to school and tells me it was a city dump truck that hit me. I drive 1/2 a block and flag down a police car. They walk me through procedure, and I realize, work isn't going to happen.

I drove on highways through Manhattan and the Bronx to get my estimate. Was given the 3rd degree by the police (again), not allowed to file a report (again) and told to drive with my head out the window. Could not get the Dept of Sanitation to get me through to the dump truck garage to get the number of the truck that hit me. I'm ready to buy dozens of eggs at Costco and hand them out to anyone looking to deface city property or hit any city official.

Took the car to the shop. Came home, and checked work email. All accusations and false empathy. Assholes. I hate them all. Got home, and guess what? Today's dump truck hit another car in my building, just after I pulled away. I can't wait to park my brand new driver's side mirror on this block NOW.

I'm done hedging about whether I'd move to the 'burbs if his work has us stay in NYC. And, I'm done begging for more time. I am fucking done. He is fucking done. As soon as we get a plan in place, we're outta here.