A DENT IN THE PLAN

Before the car accident which completely eviscerated my income altogether, leaving me with very little money, pretty much no money in fact, I had already started packing.  Mind you, with more than 40 free Home Depot boxes that I scored from a recently moved Angelino off a Craigslist post, I was tasked with packing up 15 years’ worth of me and Mrs S’s accumulated stuff.  Everything from clothes to books, oh my goodness there were so many books, to pots, pans, dishware, flatware, and a whole assortment of goods, items, musical instruments, completed paintings (more than 30, and more than half of them are big), and just about anything else you can think of, all had to be put into a 6.5′ x 16′ storage unit.  So, with no working visa, no bachelor’s degree to fall back on, I agreed to go to Japan, coming in and out back and forth from L.A., and toughing it out for the next two to three years.  Mrs S., came back for two weeks in January, whilst her mother was in a 2 week hospital observation period so that we could work on her paperwork with our Immigration Paralegal, and we traveled to Arizona to visit my father before I leave the USA for an indefinite period.  We’re currently working on a temporary spousal working visa, but not sure how that’s going to turn out, and that’s our situation thus far.  I have been here since February 1st, but I have to go back in March to be able to apply for another 90 days of my medication, which is a story for another post.  Mrs S will soon also have to return briefly the the United States for her biometrics.  On a brief side-note, I have to say that the United States government is being absolutely ridiculous in requiring her to perform a biometrics appointment simply because they already have her biometrics.  The United States government through the INS and DHS have had her fingerprints since 2004, and the last time I checked, not even deleted files are ever deleted.  Essentially, it’s just more bureaucratic nonsensical hoops to jump through so the government can make just a few extra bucks.  But I digress.  

With no income, a slightly injured back, and Lyft’s bullshit car insurance policy that eats the first $2,000 of any settlement, regardless of fault (some ignorant asshole Christmas shopping dickbag ran a red-light right in front of me), our car was settled out by Lyft’s revolting insurer at just over $6,000, $4,000’s worth went to paying the car off, leaving Mrs S., with a whopping $471.00 to spend on something nice. (sarcasm definitely intended)

 

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