Recap of a Week Gone Wrong
This has had to be one of the worst weeks of my entire life. Until yesterday, I had no transportation to or from work or anywhere else. That means the kids had to stay at day care a little longer while Kimberlie chauffeured me from home to work and vice-versa.
I didn’t have very good days at work on Monday and Tuesday. Actually, they were the worst days I have ever had at Mercer. In a conscious effort to not ruin my professional career by blogging negatively about my job and/or colleagues, I shall spare you the details.
Tuesday, I finally received the police report with the other guy’s insurance, thinking that things would start moving along. On the police report, the officer noted that the bike that hit me was a 2008 Harley Davidson. I looked up the model number online and learned that it was a $20,000 motorcycle.
Wednesday, I stopped by a body shop to get an estimate on the amount of damage to the CR-V. It came up to right under $6,000 worth of damage. If that wasn’t enough, Mackenzie had another ear infection so we had to take her to the after hours pediatrician. Only 3 more weeks to her surgery.
Yesterday, the director of employee wellness stopped by to let our department know about employee fitness and wellness programs offered by Mercer. During her talk, my phone rang. I could see that it was Progressive so I left the meeting to take the call. They informed me that the other driver’s coverage had lapsed and that the claim would be filed under my policy (causing me to owe a nice deductible). I told her I would call her back and re-entered the meeting — just in time for blood pressure, weight, and BMI screenings. Of course, my blood pressure was sky high — right into the hypertension range on the chart. Clearly those numbers were inflated due to stress. I’ve never had anything but normal blood pressure in my life and I’ve actually exercised (ran) more in the last few months than ever before.
Why would you buy a $20,000 Harley, act like a hotshot on it, and let your insurance lapse?
I finally got a rental car yesterday. It’s a black 2009 Buick Lacrosse. If you can imagine a funeral, this would be the minister’s car at the beginning of the line. I feel like I am 70 years old driving it. The car is pretty nice — leather seats and all of the bells and whistles that an old man would need. I can even crank it and warm it up by pushing a button without going outside. It’s so new that Enterprise doesn’t even have a tag for it. My cop friend’s wife says that I’m bound to get pulled over — not because of the tag, but because people my age don’t usually drive cars like that.
Today I am chasing the lions. I am going to make this be a better day no matter what. After all, it’s Halloween, Friday, payday, etc. My biggest dilemma is whether to take the kids Trick or Treating or hit up another festival or two tonight. I have a 10K in the morning, which should help my blood pressure.
Happy Halloween!
