So, I like living in Las Vegas. Really, I do. There are times however when I can't stand the neighborhood I'm in. Times like this morning, when I am getting into my car at 6am to go to work, and the window has been shattered. It looks like somebody shot a bebe through it. I called Karen (because I have no clue what one does in this situation) and then I called the police. They told me that I could leave my number and an officer would call me in a day or maybe a week, or I could drive over to the local substation which opens at 8. I went to work and then went to the substation on my prep. Apparently, they don't even look at the car. I just filled out the paperwork and was out of there in 20 minutes. Then, I called the insurance company, and all they told me was that my deductible is so high it's not covered, but hey, we'll connect you with the glass place. Boy, were they helpful! So the glass repair people are coming to my work tomorrow to replace the window, for which I will have to pay $260. Of course this leaves me driving around for the rest of the day in my totally ghetto car. Every time I go over a bump I can hear pieces of glass falling out. I'm afraid that if there's a wind storm tonight I will wake up to find my entire window in pieces on the floor of my car!
To top off my fabulous day, our principal decided to announce that he's been hired somewhere else. Apparently he's going to be a lobbyist for the school district up at the state legislature in Carson City. I think he'll be great at it, but I LOVE my principal!! He's the entire reason I work at Del Sol. He IS Del Sol. Hopefully his replacement will be good. :-(
