Stupid fucking car, I fucking hate you.
Seriously...I do.
YaY for spending a whole shit ton of money on a crappy car that I hate anyway. Stupid fucking rotors, and stupid fucking alternator, stupid fucking control arm, and stupid fucking sway bar, and stupid fucking stability something-or-other...I stopped listening, honestly.
The only thing preventing me from rolling into a ball and crying right now, is the fact that my mechanic, who I've had since I came to school 6 years ago and took all my client's cars to when I was a concierge, is an absolute doll, and is cutting me a hell of a deal...I know because I looked up the cost of the parts, and he's barely charging me for labor on a job that will take the majority of the day. I am tempted to give him a kiss...but I probably won't...he's usually pretty greasy.
Asshole of the Day Award goes to:
My co-worker...who is a big beefy muscle man and enjoys bragging about how he only eats protein bars and works out everyday for like 4 hours. I asked him where a table was this morning so I could set up for my registration. He grunts and points. After muttering under my breath about how great it is of him to offer to help, I picked one up and carried it to where I was setting up and he goes "woah...you can carry stuff in heels..." Yes, I can also shove these heels up your nose. I can do anything in heels that you can do in tennis shoes...except maybe run a 6-minute mile. Because, well, I can't run a 6-minute mile in tennis shoes, either.
When my old roommate Adrian comes to get me in a few hours to take me back to my shitty car (which I have been assured will be completed by the time I get off work at 5), I am tempted to make him stop at the bar with me first. Ooo...there's a Mexican restaurant right across the street from my mechanic. Maybe a giant margarita will make today better. Maybe? Probably not. *le sigh* The good news is that Adrian owes me rides for the rest of his life, since I drove him EVERYWHERE for 3 years...so he can't complain about this.
Edit to remove some of the rage...
Okay...so I went off on a bit of an insane ranting there for a minute. It's okay...*breathe Ash breathe*...if you caught the hellstorm that was my previous spoiler, I apologize. No one should be subjected to that level of anger. I'm better now.
Seriously...I do.
YaY for spending a whole shit ton of money on a crappy car that I hate anyway. Stupid fucking rotors, and stupid fucking alternator, stupid fucking control arm, and stupid fucking sway bar, and stupid fucking stability something-or-other...I stopped listening, honestly.
The only thing preventing me from rolling into a ball and crying right now, is the fact that my mechanic, who I've had since I came to school 6 years ago and took all my client's cars to when I was a concierge, is an absolute doll, and is cutting me a hell of a deal...I know because I looked up the cost of the parts, and he's barely charging me for labor on a job that will take the majority of the day. I am tempted to give him a kiss...but I probably won't...he's usually pretty greasy.
Asshole of the Day Award goes to:
My co-worker...who is a big beefy muscle man and enjoys bragging about how he only eats protein bars and works out everyday for like 4 hours. I asked him where a table was this morning so I could set up for my registration. He grunts and points. After muttering under my breath about how great it is of him to offer to help, I picked one up and carried it to where I was setting up and he goes "woah...you can carry stuff in heels..." Yes, I can also shove these heels up your nose. I can do anything in heels that you can do in tennis shoes...except maybe run a 6-minute mile. Because, well, I can't run a 6-minute mile in tennis shoes, either.
When my old roommate Adrian comes to get me in a few hours to take me back to my shitty car (which I have been assured will be completed by the time I get off work at 5), I am tempted to make him stop at the bar with me first. Ooo...there's a Mexican restaurant right across the street from my mechanic. Maybe a giant margarita will make today better. Maybe? Probably not. *le sigh* The good news is that Adrian owes me rides for the rest of his life, since I drove him EVERYWHERE for 3 years...so he can't complain about this.
Edit to remove some of the rage...
Okay...so I went off on a bit of an insane ranting there for a minute. It's okay...*breathe Ash breathe*...if you caught the hellstorm that was my previous spoiler, I apologize. No one should be subjected to that level of anger. I'm better now.
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but at least you have a good mechanic