I really do hope that this barrage of bad luck has some kind of point to it. Maybe it's telling me that his whole "change the way you do things" plan is a good idea. Whatever it is, I hope that it ends soon, cause this is bullshit.
So I got up bright and early yesterday morning and went to Home De'pot for some CAT5 cable to run the dsl line in to my room. Upon returning to my car I realized that the battery had died. It had been giving me problems earlier on that day, and I was planning on going to get it replaced when I was finished at Home Depot. Now when I say that the battery was dead, I'm not meaning that I was all like, "Well gee-shucks, I guess I better get a jump." No it was nothing like that, I was asking random people in the Home Depot parking lot for help and them turning me away. When I finally got someone to help me out I got a false sense of releaf. My car made it ten feet out of the space when everything just suddenly turned off. I was LIVID.
Someone helps me push it in to a vacant parking spot then takes off. I sit and wait for a while waiting for someone that I could ask to use their car outlet to hook my phone (which also died) so I could make some phone calls. I had work in roughly an hour.
I call up my boss at the library and tell her that "I'm having car troubles, I'm not sure when I'll be in." To which she replies, "If you're not here by noon, you'll no longer have a job." I have a minor psycotic episode on the hood of my car. I then start walking towards the library, ditching my car in the parking lot.
I had called my friend Garrett to come help me cause he was the only one who answered his phone. Poor bastard had to drive all the way out from the valley. (I was in the marina by the way.) I had to let him know that my location had changed, he's a little cranky, but that's very understandible.
A fire drill goes off at work right as Garrett gets there, he looks for me for twenty minutes and is way pissed when I wind up catchin' him. I proceed to inform him on how badass his is, he forgives me.
My boss realizes that I wasn't trying to get out of work and lets me leave an hour early so I can take care of my car, I grab Garrett and we bounce to HD. We steal a wrench and go out and remove the old battery.(By the way, removing the battery from a 93' Cadillac Sedan Deville is a bitch.) I steal a but load of napkins from McD's to wipe (or attempt to) the grease off my hands.
On the way to getting a new battery we get stuck in traffic, and Garrett gets heckled by this old lady. His reaction was pricless: "Look, bitch, I don't give a fuck, you should think about getting a smaller car." It was something to the tune of that, but he totally wasted her.
The battery cost me 75 bucks! This was a huge bummer cause I am nearly flat broke now. Good thing I get paid on Monday!
I go back to Home Depot with battery in tow, and I spend the next hour and a half installing it. It was such a pain in the ass because I had to take some other things out in order to get to the fucker, but it was cool. I felt so increadbly male working on my car, it was great. It was a feeling of absolute masculinity. Working on my car in a building supply store parking lot, couldn't more manlier than that even if I were eating something that I caught myself, which I barbequed on the engine block, at the same time.
I come strolling in to class, 90 minutes late, covered in grease.
It was awesome.
So I got up bright and early yesterday morning and went to Home De'pot for some CAT5 cable to run the dsl line in to my room. Upon returning to my car I realized that the battery had died. It had been giving me problems earlier on that day, and I was planning on going to get it replaced when I was finished at Home Depot. Now when I say that the battery was dead, I'm not meaning that I was all like, "Well gee-shucks, I guess I better get a jump." No it was nothing like that, I was asking random people in the Home Depot parking lot for help and them turning me away. When I finally got someone to help me out I got a false sense of releaf. My car made it ten feet out of the space when everything just suddenly turned off. I was LIVID.
Someone helps me push it in to a vacant parking spot then takes off. I sit and wait for a while waiting for someone that I could ask to use their car outlet to hook my phone (which also died) so I could make some phone calls. I had work in roughly an hour.
I call up my boss at the library and tell her that "I'm having car troubles, I'm not sure when I'll be in." To which she replies, "If you're not here by noon, you'll no longer have a job." I have a minor psycotic episode on the hood of my car. I then start walking towards the library, ditching my car in the parking lot.
I had called my friend Garrett to come help me cause he was the only one who answered his phone. Poor bastard had to drive all the way out from the valley. (I was in the marina by the way.) I had to let him know that my location had changed, he's a little cranky, but that's very understandible.
A fire drill goes off at work right as Garrett gets there, he looks for me for twenty minutes and is way pissed when I wind up catchin' him. I proceed to inform him on how badass his is, he forgives me.
My boss realizes that I wasn't trying to get out of work and lets me leave an hour early so I can take care of my car, I grab Garrett and we bounce to HD. We steal a wrench and go out and remove the old battery.(By the way, removing the battery from a 93' Cadillac Sedan Deville is a bitch.) I steal a but load of napkins from McD's to wipe (or attempt to) the grease off my hands.
On the way to getting a new battery we get stuck in traffic, and Garrett gets heckled by this old lady. His reaction was pricless: "Look, bitch, I don't give a fuck, you should think about getting a smaller car." It was something to the tune of that, but he totally wasted her.
The battery cost me 75 bucks! This was a huge bummer cause I am nearly flat broke now. Good thing I get paid on Monday!
I go back to Home Depot with battery in tow, and I spend the next hour and a half installing it. It was such a pain in the ass because I had to take some other things out in order to get to the fucker, but it was cool. I felt so increadbly male working on my car, it was great. It was a feeling of absolute masculinity. Working on my car in a building supply store parking lot, couldn't more manlier than that even if I were eating something that I caught myself, which I barbequed on the engine block, at the same time.
I come strolling in to class, 90 minutes late, covered in grease.
It was awesome.
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