  Yeah, this weekend has kind of sucked so far. Last night on her way out of work yesterday, Becca rammed into a mercedes and crunched the front right side of her car, messing up the right blinker and causing this horrible rubbing sound while driving it. This sucks because she now thinks she's a bad driver which is not true. Whenever I tell people about it they are like "Jenny, shouldn't that have been YOU who hit the parked car? " Okay, okay, I'm a bit of a space cadet and have hit mobile objects numerous times with my past vehicles, but never enough to do a lot of damage to it. This just happened to be the case of an idiot who didn't park far enough away from the curb so they wouldn't get rammed when someone tries to pull a right onto Ventura with the sun and other parallel parked cars blocking their view.
This does not make Becca a bad driver. I guess it doesn't help that when she got the rental this morning, she kind of scraped it against the pole that is next to our tiny-as-hell parking spot, but I just told her to tell enterprise that this happened when she was grocery shopping, so it looks like someone else scraped the car. Not that the scrape is even that bad. To ease her worries, I just parked the rental out on the street, since I'm semi-okay at street parking...although I had to park the damn thing up the hill, which I hate doing.
There are some disadvantages to living up the side of a mountain sometimes...Either way, it's nice to know that I am able to go to work today and won't be completely broke on my next paycheck although I'm still looking for another job that gives me FULL TIME hours and halfway decent pay. Not that $9.00 an hour for folding towels is bad or anything, I'm just sick of not having my nights or weekends. I want to go out for a change dammit! 
