FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! Gosh darn it! Damn it!!!!!!! Last nigth while backing up from my in laws garage I crashed my car against one of the front house. The damage itself was not much. The swift has a sunken but still whole functional copilot door, as for my ford ka little bandit, his bumper is a little broken but can be fixed since the crack its less than an inch.
The front neighbor is a really nice woman and the car turned out to be of her sister. The sister and the husband of the neighbor were drinking with a bunch of people and a little drunk and obvously pissed off. But calmed down when I told them not to worry, that I'll pay for the fix. The owner of the car was weary because a lot of workshops are closed by this time of the year. Told them that my fiancee unlce has a garage and he is a pro, plus hes just across the street. I hope he is avaiable this week, have to call him in a few hours.
What I fucking hate is the fact its the second time someting like this happens because I cant find the darn spare parts to fix the back ligths. Also the shame and fucking guilt fellings. I calculate/hope the fix is something quick and cheap, that still means about a week or two of my payment, so neither I or my fiancee are very happy about it.
Also no fucking related but still ball busting, I have to work today, and tomorrow, and the 23 as I did yesterday and the whole past week. Why? Basically because fuck it. Or to elaborate, im the only IT guy at work and if they work I have to. I was kind of happy because between yesterday and today im neting about a week of salary but that stupid mistake of last night already took it away.