The (F***ing) Continuing Adventures of James in the Big Smoke Part 3

So my cell rings at 9 this morning after having finally decided to go to bed at 4. It's the building manager with some wonderful news. My first thought was, "I paid rent didn't I?" My second thought was, "There's lots of money in my account so the cheque shouldn't have bounced."

She finally killed the suspense with "it appears that your truck was broken into sometime overnight."

Third thought comes unbidden to mine head "MOTHERF***IN, SON OF A BITCH, WHO CAN I KILL!!!! ASSHOLES!!! F***********************@$^%&^*#)($)#*@(*#*(@)_"

So I crawl out of bed and head down to the parking garage. Sure enough the passenger side window is shattered, glass is everywhere. There's another guy in the parkade cleaning up glass in his car, he's resigned to the fact that it's inevitable in the city, but I'm still pissed. The center console is open and everything that was in it, is now on the passenger seat. "MOTHERF******, THEY DIDN'T F***ING TAKE ANYTHING!!!" Why the f*** would you smash a window and then take nothing. The face plate for the stereo was in there, why not take it and the stereo. There was a cell phone in the glove compartment, which they apparently didn't even check. Let alone the shit in the back seat. I would feel better if something had been missing, nothing in the truck is really worth anything and the stereo would have been covered by insurance.

So I wander back up to my apartment, call the police and report it, then call ICBC and find out I can just go to a shop since it's only broken glass. Or so I thought... it looks like they used a metal bar or something to smash the window, because they damaged the side of the window, a little dent and some paint damage. Now I have to go to the claim center and have ICBC do an estimate then I go back to the shop and they will fix it on the 13th. wooo. thppppt. At least the ICBC guy was nice, he vacuumed out the glass as best he could and put some plastic over the gaping window hole.

So now I have two open claims for my truck, meaning I need to come up with $600 to fix all the shit. Granted $300 of that was my own fault through my own impatience and stupidity, but now the karma police are paying me back for pissing in someones corn flakes. I now have the urge to beat the shit out of whatever person from the fringes of society that decides to approach me. Merry F***ing Christmas to me..... I'm on fire... put me out.... me, me, ME!!!

Whuuuffff!!!! There, I'm done venting, but I'm still pissed. We'll see if the plastic on the "window" is shredded by tomorrow morning and whether I'm in a better mood too.