Last night I got my very first ticket. Not for speeding or running a stop sign or even squealing my tires (because a Yaris is totally a sign of a wild and crazy driver) but because I’m an idiot.
First, I’m an idiot for not carrying current proof of insurance – the card in my wallet expired in December and I never swapped it out for the new one. Second, I’m an idiot for forgetting to renew my registration in February. In my defense, I never received the little card in the mail that tells me how much I owe, but it’s not like I haven’t had to renew it every single year since I turned 16.
Things that infuriate me about this:
- I could pull up current insurance information right on my phone. The state trooper could (and did) pull it up on the laptop in his car. But neither of those are acceptable as proof of coverage.
- After I got home, I found my current insurance cards inside the console of my car. As in, right under my elbow the whole time.
- As far as I can tell, both offenses are prepayable in my state, but the officer chose to make me to go to court instead. A month from now.
- I will walk into court, provide proof of insurance and proof that I renewed my registration (which will be done this morning, less than 12 hours from the time I got the ticket), and the whole thing will be dismissed. But I still have to pay $143 in court costs just because the cop said so.
This is no one’s fault but mine, but that doesn’t keep me from being pissed off about it. Then again, I’d rather be cited 6 weeks after my tags expired than 6 months, so I guess it could be worse.
In Other Random News
My dogs drive me crazy. They spend all day every day on the back of the couch, looking out the window and barking at traffic. The top cushions on my couch are completely destroyed – they’re all squashed and deformed, and no force on Earth will ever make them look normal again. I don’t even like sitting on that couch because it’s so uncomfortable. Oh, and Moxie has discovered birds and she hates them. She spends her time either barking her head off at the birds or glaring at them like this:
A friend of mine just got her dog back from six weeks of behavior boot camp and I seriously wonder how much it would cost to send all four of mine. I’m not too picky about how they act, but it would be nice not to have my eardrums shattered 24 hours a day.
I spent last week in server hell. Last Tuesday I got an email from the server farm in Dallas where my hosting servers are located. One of them was showing signs of early hardware failure and the tech recommended a move to a new physical server. In my head this was a good idea, especially since it gave me the chance to throw in some upgrades, but it was a big fat fail.
Everything went wrong. Everything. I expected about 8-10 hours to migrate all the files, plus time for DNS to update. So I notified all my hosting customers and got to work at 10pm on Wednesday. By Thursday morning, I had resorted to manually moving each account after multiple backup failures. By Thursday afternoon, I was chugging 5-hour energy shots and bursting into tears periodically. I finally took the server offline around 1am on Friday to finish up the move without interference, and I’ll be damned if three customers didn’t email me to ask why their sites were down. Don’t these people sleep?!?!
Friday morning, after being awake for 2 1/2 days straight, I crashed for five blissful hours once all the sites were finally functional again. I woke up to approximately 7 billion calls and messages alerting me to the fact that people were having trouble sending and receiving emails. Why? Because all the server IPs were blacklisted, thanks to whoever used them last. So I got to spend most of the weekend switching IPs and answering a whole new avalanche of panicked messages.
As I’m writing this at 3am, all seems calm on the server front. **knocks on wood** Sites are up, email is functional, speeds are awesome… But I’m almost afraid to sleep because I just know some kind of disaster will be waiting for me when I wake up. Also, I just remembered I’m scheduled for a Pap smear this afternoon. I know all of you wanted to know that, so you’re welcome. If my life gets any more awesome I’m not sure what I’ll do.
What random things did you do this weekend? Anything exciting?