Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Are you saying you and Barbara are bad neighbours?

2 days. This must be some sort of record. New neighbours moved in 2 days ago and already, there is fighting, shit being broken, threats being made and angry voices. 2. Fucking. Days. I miss the old house. I miss not having neighbours.

This makes me want to buy a house far far from the city, in a suburb where I might have to deal with soccer mums and kids. I am hating this place right now.

The new neighbours? They looted the back flat as well. The cleaners were in there the other day. We took a walk through afterwards, being totally nosy, as they left the door open. It's a wholly depressing place that is barely one step up from a jail cell. Sad. Very sad place. The newbies took the fridge, couch and possibly the world's most disgusting bed. The first neighbours, Paula and Darrel, were not great, but they are better than this lot. I'm almost tempted to ask Phil back.



*sigh*

My week 'off' was ok. I worked 2 days. Had to go to Madagascar 3 on the Friday with Nathan and then spend a lovely evening with MIL. Why do people make me do this? The movie was ok. Gold Class was an experience. I would never pay that for a regular movie, considering the shit that they usually show.

Had lunch with Xavier on Thursday at Trang. YUM!!!

Finished Breaking Bad this AM. Now on to Dexter. I am slow. I am liking that my shows started again for fall. Missing Dallas.

I'm reading the first of the Nikki Heat books and I must say, it's fucking awful. WOW.

Watched World's Greatest Dad last night. What a fucked up movie that is.

Ooh, you're mad when you're angry.

I am so fucking angry right now.

All of this, the events of this past weekend, have just cemented it.

Since being forced to leave HK, it's just one thing after another. It makes me feel as if Australia's just cursed me.

1. Lack of jobs
2. 7 months of hell in Roma
3. Getting hit by a car
4. Having shit luck with neighbours
5. Falling at work
6. This car accident
7. My husband's complete and total lack of interest in me sexually
8. Finding out the dickhead who hit me has NO COMPREHENSIVE INSURANCE

None of this would have happened if I had stayed put in HK. None of it.

I am so goddammn angry right now, I could spit bullets. I am fucking fed right up.

My husband mentioned to Clare that he was concerned about us being carless because we're meant to take our nephew to the Gold Coast next week. HELLO? THAT is the only fucking thing you're worried about? Not that we're carless and it's inconvenient as fuck in this hellhole city. No. He's worried because we can't take Nathan out of my MILs hair for a day. Last I checked, asshole, *I* am the only one of us who drives. Go ahead. Borrow a car. How're you gonna get it to the Gold Coast?

He's off work all this week. Stress/trauma from the accident. He's bruised but not badly hurt. Except his mind. It won't let him forget the accident. And me? Back at work. He thinks I must be a-fucking-ok with all of this, since it's totally possible to just borrow someone's car and drive around now. ARE YOU KIDDING ME??????? We have skid marks in front of our house about 6 feet long from this fuckhead. I see them every time I walk out. He's barely left the house all week. None of this matters when it comes to next Friday though. WE HAVE PLANS DAMMIT! I am willing to bet dollars to donuts, if these were MY plans, he'd be cancelling. Can't allow me to do anything remotely fun, can we? If you think I am taking 2 buses to go over there on one the few days off I have next week, think again. 

I rang insurance to find out what to do about hiring a car, if needed. We have 10 days at $20 with our insurance. I asked about making a claim against fuckhead's. They said that according to their records, he is with Suncorp and I should call them. I did. Turns out, fuckhead only has CTP (Compulsory Third Party) insurance. THAT'S. IT. The repairs to our car? He has to pay out of pocket. If we wanted to get money back for medical/rehab/travel expenses, we'll have to take him to court. I. Am. Furious. FURIOUS.

We worked out costs for the next 6 weeks. SmashCare said they might have the car ready by October 30th. 6. Fucking. Weeks.

What we will be out of pocket:

A) Buses to/from work for 6 weeks for both of us + 2 doc's visits ~ $400
B) Buses + docs + 10 days car hire ~ $650
C) Buses for G + docs + 6 weeks car hire ~ $1400 - $2100 (depending on the car hire company)

Cost to repair our car? No idea. Whatever the cost is, that fucking idiot who hit me has to pay it out of pocket. I'm guessing well over $10k.

When I am not so fucking angry, I think that we can easily pay $2k to get a car and be mobile, that this idiot has enough to worry about with the repairs to our car that he has to pay. On the other hand, I want that fucker to PAY for this!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not just the repairs. For every ounce of inconvenience this is causing me. For how angry and nervous it makes me feel now.

I am hating life right now. HATING IT. I am so tempted to hire a car and drive myself out of this hole. Better yet, buy a ticket and fly myself out. Fuck this place. Fuck it in the ear.




Monday, September 17, 2012

Buh, Buh, buh, look where you're goin' ya idiot.

Pics of the car. If your on my FB, you should be able to see them. If not, give me your name and I will add you.



SEE! See the left blinker on?!?!?!? &^&%W&*^!%#^%!@#%!@&^$*@!#&^!!!!!!!!!!!!



:( :( :(




Is this gonna be a write off? I hope not......



We're both taking the day off. I am eventually going to go see the doc up here at Lutwyche just so I have a record. The hospital didn't even give G a day off. WTF?

His mother went to see him at the hospital. He had no reception AND his battery was dying, so it was hard to reach him. By the time I was sorted and calmed down, he was on his way home. I feel like a bad wife, being here, but what would I have done there???

Also, Phil was home when the crash happened, which alerted the cops as well to the issues there. He was drunk, ranting, screaming and being a pain. Eventually, he pulled out ALL OF THE FUSES to the house and left, leaving them with NO POWER. What?!?!?



I can't even....I should have called the cops when I saw him there again...or told the ones that were talking to me what happened. One of them did ask me how our neighbours were and I did admit that we had JUST returned from the copshop from making a statement against them for the domestic last week. *sigh*

I need to go call 2 doctors now. YAY! FUN!

Sunday, September 16, 2012

The same Homer Simpson who crashed his car through the wall of our club?

FUCK ME! I will be swearing A LOT in this entry.

I am so goddamn mad right now.

Some fuckhead broadsided our car as I was turning into our driveway. MOTHERFUCKINGCUNTWADASSHOLEFUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We were coming home from giving a fucking statement to the cops about the fucking drama here the other night. We were just pulling into the drive way when WHAMMOOOOOOOO!!!! Some fuckwit broadsides us.

Here's a pic:



My car line is the white one. His line is dark blue. The PINK LINE is the FUCKING BIKE LANE THAT YOU DO NOT PASS IN! See the problem?

FUCK!

I indicated I was turning left into my drive. HE CAME UP MY LEFT SIDE AND BROADSIDED ME BECAUSE HE WAS TOO IMPATIENT TO WAIT 12 SECONDS.



The ambos came quickly as did the tow truck. I had the 000 (Aus version of 911) woman talking to me, the tow truck guys talking to me and the paramedics all talking to me at once. &^@&^%&^@!#!!!!!! What day is it? IT'S FUCK OFF AND LET ME THINK DAY! I'm in shock, yes. G is hurt. It smashed into HIS SIDE OF THE FUCKING CAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The screech of the truck drivers tires and the crash brought all the boys to my yard. Seriously. We had ooglers. Fuck off. My neighbours came out. PHIL CAME OUT. Phil!!!! He's meant to be the hell outta here. FUCK!

Cops showed. Gave them statements. JFC I JUST LEFT THE COP SHOP!!! MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

G has major bruising down his left side. He's at Royal Brisbane Hospital right now. I should be there, but I needed to deal with the cops and insurance and cats. I called his mother and she is on her way there. I don't know if I want to be there. He's just waiting and if that is all, what can I do?

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

Our car could be write off. It's not even a year old. We're still paying for it. The one bright side is that after talking with my insurance people, they've assured me I am not at all at fault. That's fabulous...BUT I AM STILL WITHOUT CAR AND MY HUSBAND IS HURT!!!!!!!!!

Also, I checked the info shithead gave me. Didn't even bother to give me his rego or licence number. TWAT!!! I gave him everything AND IT WASN'T MY FAULT!!!!!!

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Wife of the year here...on LJ when my husband is in hospital. I just.....don't. Even. &*^@!&^(#%&@!^%$(@!^$&^!%@$(&^@!%$^!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Friday, September 14, 2012

Yessir, looks like we got ourselves an old-fashioned car chase!

630am. I should be in bed. Harry, the doll, woke me up. Then I heard what I thought was a crash, so that spooked me.

As far I can tell, Phil's not returned to his house. His girlfriend, Sue, lives on the Northside, but up near Virginia. Since he doesn't (or rather shouldn't) drive, if he wants to come back, he'd need to come back with her. I do hope she has the sense to hide all her keys and keep him the fuck away from here.

Phil's an angry angry man. I know that. I have seen it. He is a large solid man too. No slowing him down if he gets pissed off. Tia reckon's he's been on the speed as well lately, not just the booze and pot.

I'm going to go to the cop shop tomorrow. I am debating if I should tell them what I know about a supposed car chase that might have been a catalyst for this meltdown.

A week or so ago, I was having a chat with Phil. He'd just mowed our yard, so I went to pay him and have a beer. He was telling me that a couple nights prior (possible Father's Day, which is early September here), he took Lee's car and he and Damo went out in the early morning (2am or so). Phil's not had a licence for aaaages. He's had 13 DUI convictions. THIRTEEN!!!! O_O  He claims that he went to the servo for snacks and smokes and when they were leaving, since Lee's car is a former cop car, he started bagging on it, smoking tires and fishtailing. He claims it was not until he was right beside the unmarked cop car that he noticed the cops. This lead to a car chase.

He claims the chase started at Abbottsford Road and continued down the ICB. Now, Phil was pretty hammered while telling me the story, so it was hard to follow. I thought he said he turned off at Hale Street, after the cops had chased him down the Bypass. He claimed that the cops backed off at one point and he thought he was 'in the clear'. He also claimed that when he got to the exit, there were 3-4 cop cars waiting for him, at which point he turned a U-turn at 160km/hr and went back up the Bypass to home.

Not to ruin a good story *cough*, but I have been desperately trying to figure out where this could have happened, since none of the exits off the ICB allow you to immediately get back onto the ICB. I let him tell his story and just made the appropriate Oh WOW faces and concerned grunts.

Last night, Tony told me that Phil's going to jail. Apparently, this car chase thing DID happen. Perhaps not as Phil recalls it, since he had drank 9 boxes of wine and been smoking cones all day prior to taking the car out. Tony said the chase went down Gold Coast way, which would make sense. The reason that the cops backed off is that they had pics of the car, the details of Lee (who owns it) and they were going to go pay her a visit.

2 days ago, Lee came over to Phil's. She said that the cops had been in touch with her. She wasn't taking the rap for this, so she gave them Phil's name. This lead Phil to lose it. All along, Phil's been saying that the ONLY thing that matters to him is his dog, Pippa. If he goes inside again, he needs to know she will be cared for and looked after.

Tony said last night that Phil knows he's caught, that he's going away. The only thing he cares about is his dog. He destroyed all his worldly possessions so that he will have nothing when he goes away. Why he felt the need to trash Tia and Polly's stuff is beyond me. Damo's room is SPOTLESS. Untouched. O_O

Tia said that rent was due yesterday. They have the cash. They'd not given it to Phil in the morning since they went to work at 5am and got home at about 7pm. At about 630pm, Phil started hauling all of their stuff outside, breaking precious memorabilia in the process. Phil wrote them a note saying "I ASKED FOR RENT AND YOU DIDN'T GIVE IT TO ME!" They were at work, you asshole!!! JFC!!

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When Tia and Polly got home, Phil was just pulling out of the yard with Sue in the car. They didn't even stop to talk. I'm kinda glad they didn't, otherwise, I fear we'd be in hospital visiting Tia and Polly.

My heart just hurts for Tia and Polly. That place is unsecured and not safe at all. They took the airbed and some blankets there last night but the place is SMASHED!!! Glass everywhere!!! I do wish they had stayed here. I understand that they want to try to be normal and not impose but it's just not cool what happened.

The landlord? Well, he's a prize catch too. Tia asked him to come over and see the damage, since it's his property. He couldn't make it happen last night. O_O Then he asked if it was ok to expect Tia, Polly and Damo to keep up the rent payments and they would put them on the lease and work out how to remove Phil. Tia said he'd need to go to the RTA (Rental Tenancies Authority) and the guy sighed. WTF DUDE!?!?!? A tenant just DESTROYED your property AND threatened to come back and burn it down today. DO SOMETHING!!!!! I am glad we have our rental through an agent for once.



Well, I'm off to a staff meeting. YAY! :P

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Whoa, careful now. These are dangerous streets for us upper-lower-middle-class types.

Tonight was fun. *cough*

I've never had to make a statement to the cops and I will have to this weekend.

My neighbour LOST IT today. LOST. IT.

In order not to forget what I heard tonight, I typed it up.

September 13th, 2012

Tonight, our neighbour, Phil, wilfully damaged his rental property.

At about 1745, I heard loud voices, cussing and heavy footfalls in the flat next door to us. It was clearly Phil’s voice and he kept yelling “Fuck!”  and other curse words repeatedly.

I was prepping dinner and was in our kitchen, which faces the property next door. Our window was open. I could hear the yelling but could not see into their flat.

Shortly before 1800, I heard a very loud crash and the sound of breaking glass. More yelling and cursing followed this. There were more loud crashes, followed by the distinct sound of breaking glass and crockery, which went on until about 1830.

At one point, Phil came outside and made a phone call. I heard him say that he had had enough of this shit, that he was going to turn himself in, find someone to care for his dog and just be done with it. He told the person on the other end of the phone that he had already trashed his flat.

He went back upstairs. I could hear footfalls and raised voices, but nothing crashing.

At about 1840, I heard the voices of children outside and realised the Phil’s friend Sue was at the property. I was concerned about the kids and was going to go next door and see if they wanted to come to mine while Phil threw his tantrum.  However, given how angry he sounded, I was reluctant to go over. I stood downstairs with my husband for a bit.

Phil was at the back flat, talking to his neighbour. I heard him yelling, saying he was ‘fucking sick of this shit’ and he was leaving. He said he would be back tomorrow to burn the place down.

I noticed Sue in the car. After talking to his neighbour, Phil loaded his dog into Sue’s car, got into the passenger side and they drove off. As they exited the property, I heard Tia, one of the other flatmates, yell at Phil. She wanted to know why he tossed their belongings onto the footpath.  As far as I could see, Sue did not stop the car to talk to Tia or Polly and they drove off.  I did not witness Phil putting their things on to the footpath.

After this, I went next door to see if they were ok. I wasn’t sure if they had been home throughout Phil’s tantrum. All of their belongings had been chucked on the footpath and many items were broken. There was broken glass all around their belongings. Polly said that the entire inside of the house, save Damien’s room, was trashed and there was broken crockery all throughout the kitchen.  At this time, Tia rang the police to report what had happened.

My husband and I offered them some boxes to help get their items off the street and grass. I went into the house with Tia and took some photos of the damage for recording purposes. Their room was totally empty, save a broken dresser and shattered glass. There was a hole in the wall as you walked into the property. In the hallway, there was a broken jar of sauce and some other foodstuffs strewn about. The kitchen was a disaster, with almost every plate and cup smashed, cutlery and food spilled all about the floor.

Phil’s room was destroyed. He had smashed his flat screen TV and his stereo.  There was debris all over the floor.

While in the house, I was speaking to another neighbour who said that Phil had recently been told by a friend of his that he could be going away to jail again.  Phil had apparently borrowed her car, which eventually lead to a bit of a chase by the police. When Phil was told of this, he knew he would go back to jail and he became very irate. I am not sure if this is what he meant when he said earlier that he would ‘turn himself in’. Earlier in the week, he’d been telling me a story about how he lead the police on a bit of a chase through Brisbane and down the ICB but it sounded all rather fantastic.

We packed up Tia and Polly’s belongings, moved them under our house and waited for the police to arrive to talk to them.

As of 2300 September 13th, Phil has not returned to the property. Tia and Polly are at the house now for the night.

After all of this, we invited Polly and Tia and their mate Alan back to ours for tea/beer/food/shelter. They refused to stay here overnight. They have my number and I will be home tomorrow from 11 to help out if needed.

JFC PHIL! I have his mobile number and am sorely tempted to SMS him and give him a piece of my mind.

Sad thing is, he won't remember shit in the morning.