Caged In

Considering it’s been a stressful week, I haven’t really been able to focus on love. I feel kind of fucked up because I haven’t been able to call A when I say I’m going to call her. I was supposed to call her last night and I got in so late that I ended up falling asleep. Then I had to get up and do it all over again this morning. I need some serious spiritual healing. I told her I was going to go to church on Sunday. She cracked up laughing. She got her 7 chuckles from sheer disbelief. This morning I get up and there’s a message on my cell phone from Narh. “Meesh! I need you to bring the keys so we can move your car coz it’s blocking the delivery trucks. Call me or if you can’t reach me, call my brother at the house or ring both bells.”

Needless to say, I exhausted all alternatives when I went by the house to drop off those keys. Narh wasn’t there. His brother wasn’t answering the door nor was he answering the phone. I reluctantly had to find a way to pull the car into his driveway. I say reluctantly because it took me 15 minutes just to turn the wheels to get it into the driveway. Then it took another 15 minutes just waiting on this semi to pull into a parking spot across the street (the street isn’t that wide) so that I could move.

I get to work and Stephen the enterprise rep calls me. He’s like “so how do you like the car?” (Sounds like a car salesman). I’m like, “it handles well”. He goes on to say that his manager noticed a late payment on my house note. Let’s go back in time to when I provided a debit card and the mortgage bill in order to secure the rental which by the way they’d cancelled my reservation for. After scouring the house for a recent bill, I call in to find out that my reservation was deleted and I would have to wait 2 hours for a car to become available which ultimately was not a compact like I’d ordered and there was no one available to pick me up and take me there. But hey whatever!! I needed transportation and it’s not like there was a car rental place across the street. I paid them $400 to rent the car. The bank already put a hold on my account for the funds.

Back to the present. “Meesh we need you to call your mortgage company on conference with us so they can verify that your last house note was not paid late”. Excuse me, what the fuck does this have to do with the price of rent in Japan? You already have my money for the rental. Why would you need to dig deeper into my private affairs to ask the status of my account with my mortgage lender?

I feel like I’ve just been fucked in the ass with no money on the nightstand or a kiss goodnight. I’d like to just go out somewhere and deface private property or break a windshield or 2 coz Lord knows I’m in a sub-par state of mind.

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