AppleBiter
In Cognito
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Get ready for a rant. Thanks, in advance, for listening. 
Okay, I've been gone for quite a while because I'm at school usually from 7:30 am to around 6:30 or 7pm, then I come home and do homework. I get done around 12am, which is also when I retire to bed. My husband works in another town, 20 miles away, and we have one tired, 18-year-old, beat up vehicle that we share because when we moved here, our one decent vehicle was decimated by a deer on the highway.
At school, I work as a writing assistant (or tutor) in the English department. They pay me for this. Not well, however -- min. wage -- but it'll look stellar on my transcript and it's the only job I could get with the flexibililty to deal w/my 18-credit-hours in school. Hubby is a graphic artist which does pay well, but not nearly as well as you'd think. Thus, we are poor. We live with a roommate in order to make rent and bills and we barely scrape by. If I need to go anywhere, I have to rely on others for transportation. It's been a rough and rocky road for us ever since we moved to this God-forsaken place.
Yesterday, we got up and went out to our vehicle at 7:15am, like we usually do. Hubby gets there before I do and says under his breath, "Oh my God." I say, "What? Did you forget something?" (He's always a little melodramatic, I had no idea what he'd seen.) He opened the passenger-side door that we both have to enter through, every day, because the driver side door has been stuck in place for ages. Then, I saw it.
The driver's side window was smashed out. The back window was smashed out. The truck had been ransacked.
This Christmas, I saved and saved to buy him a CD player for his truck because he's 26 and had never had a CD player in his vehicle -- ever. Too expensive. So, you can imagine how his eyes lit up when he opened that package. Gone. All that was left were wires. But, that's not all.
When my grandmother died, my grandfather sat on his bed, weeping, going through her jewelry and handing pieces of it to different grandchildren, explaining why he was giving each the jewelry that he was. He picked up a beautiful, gold locket and explained that he bought it for her because that piece of jewelry was just very special and unique and he thought it should go to a granddaughter that was also special, unique, and cherished. When he handed it to me, his shoulders shook with grief. I wore that locket on my wedding day, just 6 months later, so that I could carry a piece of her down the aisle with me. I was going to pass that heirloom down to my child (when I had one) on their wedding day. That locket was in the center column of the vehicle. Gone.
Last, but certainly not least (and you may snicker, but I think this is something to worry about), they stole a pair of my underwear from the center column as well. It worries me because they know where I live and they have my underwear and I'm afraid they'll come back . . .
Why? It wasn't even a nice vehicle -- it's 18 years old. It's a beater. It's our only means of transportation (my husband had to miss work yesterday.) That CD player was the only nice thing he's ever had in a vehicle and it's not like it was even a whole stereo -- just a CD player, for fuck's sake!! His truck doesn't even have air-conditioning. The window they broke out on the driver's side didn't even roll down.
God damn it!!!!!! I hate people. [/rant]
Okay, I've been gone for quite a while because I'm at school usually from 7:30 am to around 6:30 or 7pm, then I come home and do homework. I get done around 12am, which is also when I retire to bed. My husband works in another town, 20 miles away, and we have one tired, 18-year-old, beat up vehicle that we share because when we moved here, our one decent vehicle was decimated by a deer on the highway.
At school, I work as a writing assistant (or tutor) in the English department. They pay me for this. Not well, however -- min. wage -- but it'll look stellar on my transcript and it's the only job I could get with the flexibililty to deal w/my 18-credit-hours in school. Hubby is a graphic artist which does pay well, but not nearly as well as you'd think. Thus, we are poor. We live with a roommate in order to make rent and bills and we barely scrape by. If I need to go anywhere, I have to rely on others for transportation. It's been a rough and rocky road for us ever since we moved to this God-forsaken place.
Yesterday, we got up and went out to our vehicle at 7:15am, like we usually do. Hubby gets there before I do and says under his breath, "Oh my God." I say, "What? Did you forget something?" (He's always a little melodramatic, I had no idea what he'd seen.) He opened the passenger-side door that we both have to enter through, every day, because the driver side door has been stuck in place for ages. Then, I saw it.
The driver's side window was smashed out. The back window was smashed out. The truck had been ransacked.
This Christmas, I saved and saved to buy him a CD player for his truck because he's 26 and had never had a CD player in his vehicle -- ever. Too expensive. So, you can imagine how his eyes lit up when he opened that package. Gone. All that was left were wires. But, that's not all.
When my grandmother died, my grandfather sat on his bed, weeping, going through her jewelry and handing pieces of it to different grandchildren, explaining why he was giving each the jewelry that he was. He picked up a beautiful, gold locket and explained that he bought it for her because that piece of jewelry was just very special and unique and he thought it should go to a granddaughter that was also special, unique, and cherished. When he handed it to me, his shoulders shook with grief. I wore that locket on my wedding day, just 6 months later, so that I could carry a piece of her down the aisle with me. I was going to pass that heirloom down to my child (when I had one) on their wedding day. That locket was in the center column of the vehicle. Gone.
Last, but certainly not least (and you may snicker, but I think this is something to worry about), they stole a pair of my underwear from the center column as well. It worries me because they know where I live and they have my underwear and I'm afraid they'll come back . . .
Why? It wasn't even a nice vehicle -- it's 18 years old. It's a beater. It's our only means of transportation (my husband had to miss work yesterday.) That CD player was the only nice thing he's ever had in a vehicle and it's not like it was even a whole stereo -- just a CD player, for fuck's sake!! His truck doesn't even have air-conditioning. The window they broke out on the driver's side didn't even roll down.
God damn it!!!!!! I hate people. [/rant]
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