January 18, I was rear-ended by Tracey Jill Maken of Fountain Valley, CA. The usual stuff happened: we exchanged information, I called my insurance company, she called her insurance company, I went to CHP to report the event. My insurance company gave me two options: pay my deductible and they'll fix my car or wait for her insurance company to pay for the damages. I chose the latter, and spoke with her insurance company who said they will get back to me. So I waited. And waited. Apparently, Tracey Jill Maken claimed that she was rear-ended by an third party who ran away, and thus, this is not her fault, and thus she should not be responsible for my damages. Of course, her insurance company backed her up. We're contesting their decision, and still waiting for more information to come.
Meanwhile, my car's left rear is totally fucked and I've been having to exert more-than-necessary force to close my trunk.
We called up our insurance company who said that we can pay for the damages for now, but they'll send the bill to Tracey Jill Maken's insurance for reimbursement. Today, a representative from mine came to inspect my car and estimate the damages. They were supposed to come on Friday between 1-3 p.m. My dad and I waited, him missing work and I missing a lunchtime appointment. At 2:15, they still weren't here, so dad called to get an ETA. Their response: "Oh, we're having trouble with our car so no one's coming." Uh, we're you just gonna let us wait and not tell us this at all? Thanks a lot, fucker!
So today, the guy inspected my car. I don't know exactly how he did it, but one thing's for sure, this unreliable asshole from this shitty insurance company damaged my car even more. Where I used to just have to slam my trunk really hard, it doesn't even close at all anymore. My dad had to use a thick cord to tie it down so it doesn't flap in the wind as I drive. Are they gonna fix that? I don't think this company is capable of any decent service at all.
I don't think I've ever been truly screwed over by anyone in my life. I feel like I've been fucked in the butt. I want to run these people over with my beat-up car, then move where a car isn't necessary at all. I'm done here.