Another ticket. Fuck.
Unlike the tickets from earlier this year, though, this one was in fact my fault. I hit snooze one time too many on my Move-the-Car Alarm, and then flat-out forgot once I went into a meeting. What a waste of money. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. I am so stupid.
Status update on the other tickets:
1) Successfully challenged after seven months! Refund check came last month, and I was deliriously happy. Perhaps I'll post a scan of the check someday.
2) Those fuckers! Challenged, rejected, appealed, rejected again.
3) Six months in, and currently on appeal -- just last week sent in supporting evidence to prove that the FUCKER (Parking Control Officer J.T.) was LYING when he issued the ticket.
4) Still waiting for ruling on initial protest... It's only been four months, after all.
Oh, it makes me sick to my stomach to think about this. I'm going to write the check right now so I can get this damned piece of paper out of my sight.