can busy season be over, preeze?

So things are really getting batshit out of control here at work as the deadline looms. Outside of work, over the past couple of weeks, I've been rear-ended, had to explain to the league president why my continued absence does not mean I'm quitting derby, got way sick (which is a moot point during busy season--you just work through it), thought I'd have to have Medea put to sleep (so far so good there), and had to have my debit card canceled due to fraudulent activity. And I still have 8 days (including today) before I can go back to a regular 8-5 existence. I'm just rolling in warm fuzzies right now.

The funny part is that the guy who hit me is really after me to get my car fixed. It was his fault, we both know it, and he'd really like me to get an estimate so that he can pay for the damage. Not a bad guy at all. The thing is, there are a few scratches, and there's a hole smaller than my pinkie nail (which is almost nonexistent--I've been biting my nails lately like it's my primary form of sustenance) close to my license plate. That's it. I dented the living hell out of the right front fender of my last car, and drove it like that for years. A tiny hole is nothing to me. The worst that happened to my back bumper (imo) is that my HP Lovecraft license plate frame broke. I told the guy if he wanted to replace that, give me $10 and we can call it even. But no.

He called me last week to see if I'd taken it in yet. And he's going to call me again today or tomorrow. And the answer will still be, no, haven't take it in. It was already last place on my list of priorities, and that was before I rushed Medea to the vet (Friday) and dealt with my debit card (today). The bumper isn't even on the list anymore. And I was a dumbass; I gave him my work phone #. If I'd given him my home number, at least I could have that changed.

Anyway, next Tuesday is March 31st. Last day of busy season. Maybe late next week, if everything else has worked itself out, I'm totally healthy, Medea's still alive, and I have my new debit card, maybe I'll take my car in. But I hope that guy's not holding his breath.