This is why I hate people and why I fear for my kids future...

I had intentions of waiting till tomorrow (read: later than 2 am today, really) to write something, and the topic was going to be a little more in depth than my previous rants.  But I'm so fucking pissed off right now I'm spitting bullets.  Too bad that the perpitrator(s) aren't near by, so I could repay them 10 fold.

Now, like I've mentioned before, I'm working at another goddamned call center.  And like your usual 3rd party call center, it's located in a mall that's not doing that much retail sales.  This one happens to be located in the south end of town.  Now, a plus that this call center has going for it is that the parking's free, unlike the better known one in this hell hole where the parking can be astronimical for the shit pay you get.  But the parking that's right in front of the site is normally full, and far from adequate for the number of people that work there.  So what happens is that I have to park up around the back, and the nearest parking spot is this clearing on top of a hill that transport trucks use to line up their trailers to unload their gear for Zellers.  The next nearest parking spot is further around the back, and given the absolutely frigid temps lately, I'm not going to freeze my tits off just to make it to work.  So I park there and normally move my truck during lunch.

Yes, I said truck.  Cause it's less syllables to say than SUV.  Or fake SUV, really.  Thank you Chevrolet, because due to your shitty customer service and outright lie to me regarding the service performed on my car, I now own a 2009 Kia Sportage.  Why I say it's a fake SUV though is because it's a 4-stroke front wheel drive jobbie.  But still, she's my new "truck" (cause she's taller than a car), seats all of us much more comfortablly than the car, and at least Kia doesn't try to make you believe that they don't sell Korean made vehicles, unlike Chevy when I asked about the origins of my Optra.  Fucking Daewoo with a bowtie.  But that's another story.

She had 903 km on her when I parked on top of the hill this afternoon, along side a number of other people who are in class with me.  And at lunch, I gave into my stomach rather than my desire to have a closer parking spot.

Given that the area isn't very well lit, I waited until one of the women who is in the class with me was ready to go to her car, parked near mine, as to have someone walking with me.  I didn't feel like joining the other girls walking up there - a little too young and immature for my tastes, and I wouldn't have anything to talk about for the 2 minutes it would take to get up there...  So I stand outside and have a cigarette, and wait.  The other girls go up first.

Just as we crest the hill, I can hear the three girls all swearing.  Curioscity gets the better of me and I ask what's going on.  Turns out the one girl's car (a 2004 red mitsubishi something or other) was broken into.  Whoever did it used a cinderblock to bust open her pasenger side front door window and left the damned cinderblock there.  They stole her deck's face plate unit, and various other stuff from within the car, and popped her hood (didn't appear that anything was taken from in there or fucked with).  So me and the woman I walked up with check our vehicles.

I could see from not too far away that the woman's passenger side front door window was smashed in too.  And her hood was jimmied as well.  To add insult to injury though, for whatever reason that these asshats thought that this was a good thing to do, they flung a fucking turd against her driver's side front window.  Damned thing was stuck there and about the side of a Joe Louis (forgive the reference, my husband now says he'll never look at those snack cakes the same way).  Then I checked out mine.

From the angle at which it was parked, I couldn't see anything.  I opened the front passenger door and there is tinted glass EVERYWHERE!!!  From my dash all the way to the back cargo compartment.  They busted out the driver's side rear door window (which is privacy glass tinted, so like I'm going to be able to match it with going to an autoglass shop, I'm going to have to go to the dealership).  The itsy-bitsy little shards are scattered throughout my truck, and are about the same fucking color as all the seats and carpeting in there, so like I can see it in the dark.  And for shits and giggles, they bust my passenger side tail light.  Nothing was stolen out of my or the other woman's car (I had absolutly nothing in my car save for a mounting bracket for a GPS unit and a road side safety kit, and she had breath mints and an ice scraper).  I'm fucking LIVID!  Like I said, not even 1000 km on the thing.  Engine isn't even broken in.  I've only owned the thing for 16 days.  The insurance company hasn't even issued me the updated policy slips!  And now I've got to bring it in for repairs???  What the fuck is wrong with this place???

Let's put this into perspective, shall we?  In the city I should have never left in the first place, I lived just south of an area known for car thefts and other various crimes.  On many occasions, I would leave equipment in my car (raning about $1.5 - $5K), as would my husband (and his ranged from $1.5 to $10K).  Now I know I have forgotten to lock my car some nights.  And yet, every morning when I got up, the vehicles were there and so were all the contents.  Sure, some jackass backed into my car and never fessed up to leaving a sizable dent in the driver's side back panel, but never once did I come to find shattered glass, missing contents, or even a missing vehicle.

The husband's truck was stolen 2 days before I went into labour for my oldest.  The fucktards who stole that one destroyed the passenger side door handle, used his tire iron to bust off the steering collumn housing, and his screw driver to bust the ignition and rammed it through his stock tape deck for the helluvit.  

In January when we first lived in this house, we forgot to lock the car one night.  And the next morning I get in to find every CD, paper, and my satelite radio (minus the antenna and charging unit, the dumbasses) stolen.  Yeah, my fault for not locking the thing, but whatever happened to morals?

And now this.  Let me remind you, that I moved into this place in December of 07.  So yeah, about a year has passed, if that.  

So I'm fucking frozen cause I spent 2.5 hours standing outside in -20 C weather on the top of a hill waiting for the fucking cops to get there and finish their report.  And now I'm just waiting to get up tomorrow morning and find my fucking truck missing cause now with an open back window, what's going to stop the asshats who ransacked my car from thinking that this one's already been violated, let's take it for a joy ride?  Yeah, I don't care if it has a fuel pump lock - apparently it's not that hard to bipass if you know what you're doing.  And I wouldn't put it past some of the youth out here to know that shit (well, except for the ones who tried to do whatever it was they were trying to do with the other girl's cars, my hood didn't look fucked with).  

I am so beyond sick of this place.  My kids have no other kids to play with, I live between two elderly widows who's families never visit them (so no grand kids for my boys to play with), and the both of them are right fucking annoying.  The job market sucks crusty donkey nads, there is absolutly nothing to do here (one decent mall, one over priced theater, and a few McDonald's with playlands, nothing else unless you want to pay a ransom for a membership at the Y), and the people here by and large are horribly ignorant and unintelligent.  I want this house gone, and if it wasn't for the fact that I already have a battle on my hands with my insurance company coming up, I'd be fine with it burning to the ground when all of us were out.  I just want out of this city so fucking bad.  It was the biggest damned mistake to ever return.  Love my family - get airmiles and a long distance package on your phone.  I'll visit, but once I'm gone, I'm NEVER coming back here!  I'm even considering having my remains burried somewhere else, that's how much this region's pissing me off.  My kids don't need to be raised around people who think this kind of recreational activity is a good way to spend a Friday night, and it appears the percentage of youth that parkate in this shit is much higher in this area than it was out there.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to hop into the shower and try to defrost myself...  I'm still shivering like mad and I've been in my house and wrapped up in a blanket for 30 minutes.