alms for the poor ... *bong* ... alms for the poor ...
Scribing at 9:02 a.m. on 2005-01-13
yesterday was some serious auto suckage. took my vehicular transport in to the dealership to get some recall service done (something about the potential for the car to spontaneously burst into flames did not appeal to me) and figured since the recall service was free, go ahead and do a diagnostic on the rest of the car just to be sure.
by mid-afternoon i was asleep when the wife unit burst in, highly agitated, saying she needed my help.
turns out snooty car was about a block and a half down, refusing to move. ended up pushing it back home (no mean feat going from being sound asleep to pushing a car slightly uphill) and she called a tow truck to come and get it.
an hour later it was in a transmission shop nearby, with the warning from the head mechanic there that they 'probably wouldn't be able to take a look at it for about a week and a half'.
(this is another whole issue from the issue that had it back in the shop for my last entry, by the way)
hence, last night i was driving out to the hell hole in a rental car that we were by that stage sharing, since both vehicles were in their respective health care facilities on life support.
ok, financially, this is NOT cool.
got to the hell hole and there was ... nothing. no projects, nothing to do. the buddy of mine folks told me to check with if i needed a way to get my hours in was not there, either. i briefly considered crying like a little girl, then decided that would not be overly productive. we are so broke. michigan has currently the highest unemployment rate in the entire country, which i can vouch for; my job search for something that will actually pay my bills until i can go full time at the shop is now well over 8 months old.
in happier news, the rental car had a little feature which volunteered the temperature outside, which proved to be 58 degrees on my way home this morning. no, that wasn't a typo. it was damn near 60 degrees.
this morning went out and picked up my car from the dealership, so the wife unit now has entire and full possession of the spiffy rental car, which should cheer her up to some degree; and which cheers me up as well, since the rental car is fucking 'no smoking'. there is an annoying little no smoking fob on the keyring. and not three days ago, the wife unit instructed me to 'respect (her) and not smoke in Snooty Car' either. had it been me who rented the car i would have told them to either find me a vehicle i could smoke in, or they could kiss my ass; but alas, it was not. (i do not patronize businesses that will not accommodate me - non smoking restaurants, etc especially when i have to suffer through some stank nasty funk-di-fied body odor and crap from people who do not know how to bathe when i go out, and if i do not have the nasal self-defense tactic of smoking to cover up their stench, it is a less than enjoyable excursion.)
i will be less hostile about non-smoking areas when they start instituting 'bathing mandatory / cheap perfume wash levels' areas.
at any rate, so my leetle vehicular transport is back in the driveway where it belongs, and a much happier little auto with her flush/tuneup/replacement parts/etc. they also informed me that my tires are basically shot to hell and all need to be replaced, but that, my friends, will have to wait for another time. -crossing fingers that my tires do not detread/explode on my way to work tonight, as that would be BAD.-
