As of the end of this week I will be completely unemployed, instead of almost completely unemployed, as I have been the last two months. So I've been scrambling around for a job. I've applied to be Temporary Office Bitch at a few places. I do hope they pan out, what fun that will be.
Sunday night I got a ticket for running a red light. I really did run the light, which is something I never do--I drive just like your Great Aunt Tilly. I was tired though, and for one second I thought, what the hell! Just be bad! It'll still be yellow! But bad doesn't ever work for me and I really ought to know that by now.
I have to say, though, that Seattle cops seem really nice to me. I hear people complain but my experiences have been pretty mild. This ticket-getting experience was the most polite citation exchange since the beginning of time. The cop apologized for pulling me over. I apologized for running the light. He apologized for writing me a very expensive ticket. I apologized for sobbing like a crazy person. He apologized for making me cry, and then suggested that if I checked the box marked "Contested ticket," he probably wouldn't make it to court that day, and they would probably just throw out the ticket. I thanked him (in between heaves) and that was that.
I don't know what it is about getting pulled over that makes me cry--and it's not just crying, it's that really embarrassing chest-sobbing that you can't stop. It's weird. I doubt I would do that if I got mugged, but there's something about getting a ticket that just sends me off the deep end.
Then Neko got a $200 urinary tract infection. Poor baby kitty, but I hope she doesn't make a habit of it because I might have to mortgage her or something. Do they sell kitty health insurance?
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