Ode to pigs and their money sucking counterparts

I have to get into the shower in two hours and I’m dreading it so hard! Today is the last day of my spring break and I’m not ready for it to end. 🙁

Two nights ago I was driving Dave and I home from from a town almost 45 minutes away from the metro (where Chris, Angela, Nick, and Jackie live). It was 1:30AM. I’d had a couple of glasses of wine but had also eaten dinner, and hadn’t had a drink for a couple of hours before we left their house. I was sober enough to drive.

About four blocks from Dave’s house a cop pulled me over because I had a tail light out. He took my license, ran it, and when he came back he told me that my license was suspended. I was driving with a suspended license because apparently I had a parking or speeding ticket from back in December that I haven’t paid. Imagine my shock. I had a speeding ticket in December but I’d thought that I’d paid over the telephone before Christmas hit and I don’t remember having parking tickets that haven’t been paid.

Anyway, I left that nonsense with a new $278 ticket for driving with a suspended license that I didn’t even know was suspended. Which is, you know, just totally awesome because I only have about $700 in my account and that, along with the minimal money that I make from my job every month, is supposed to cover all of my bills and expenses for the next two months. AND because I was pulled over on a Friday night I can’t get this all taken care of until Monday, I’ve been driving to and from work with a suspended license all weekend.

I seriously do not know of anybody that has had worse luck than I have regarding tickets. I miss signs put up AT THE OTHER END OF THE STREET by whomever indicating that for this day only and between these hours only your car can’t be parked here. But of course I parked on the end of the street where the signs weren’t located. But it’s still clearly my fault for missing the signs. So, my car gets ticketed and towed. I get pulled over and given a $212 ticket for going (WITH TRAFFIC) 36 mph in a 30 mph zone. I I get ticketed literally four minutes after parking meter runs out of time (the damn thing ate my last quarter!). I have paid more money to the department of motor vehicles in the last five years than I’ve spent on my cat and he had fucking BRAIN SURGERY because of CANCER two and a half years ago! It’s just absurd! And I’m so. Fucking. Pissed.

That was also money that I could have used to bring my cat back to the veterinarian’s office. He’s overdue for his check-up. And I gave him a bath yesterday and think that I found a new lump on his side. Which would indicate that his cancer is back.

Excellent.

I don’t know how I’m going to pay my rent now. I don’t know what I’m going to do. $278 PLUS whatever else I’m going to owe for the ticket that I didn’t even know exsisted is easily going to nearly empty my bank account.

Being poor fucking sucks. The police fucking suck. I mean come on! I was sober, I was four blocks from Dave’s house, and I wasn’t speeding. I thought that I was doing everything right! How was I supposed to know that my tail light was out?

I need to get done with college so that I don’t have to live like this anymore. I’m so drained.