If My Life Wasn't Funny...Oh Screw It.

[radiumgirl]

 I got in my car today, Lucy, the car I've only had in my possession for about three weeks or so since the deer damage was repaired, and I turned the ignition and went to shift out of park...and couldn't. 

Sometimes it's sticky in the morning. Sometimes I just have to pull a little harder than usual. 

I should have probably stopped when I realized I was bracing myself against the dash to get enough leverage to make some sort of impact on the shifter. 

Oh, it shifted alright. 

No longer stuck, the shifter moved freely from gear to gear, but it wouldn't lock into any of them. 

 

Then the ignition wouldn't relinquish my key. 

 

Lucy has since been towed to the garage up the street. I'm still waiting on the verdict. The mechanic said he didn't think it was the whole transmission, but he wouldn't know for sure until he looked at it. I was hoping he'd call me at some point today because I'd really like to know what this is going to cost me. But he didn't. I'll call tomorrow if I don't hear from him before lunch. 
 

My landlord's kid let me borrow his car so I could go to work today. I'm borrowing my brother's tomorrow. After that, we'll play it by ear. The mechanic said if it is what he thinks it is, I might have it back tomorrow night or Thursday...assuming I can pay for it. 

 

It's kinda funny. I spent the weekend desperately looking for cheap tires because Lucy's are looking kinda rough and I couldn't find anything in my budget and I can't help but wonder if I was meant to lose out on tires so that I would have the cash to repair the...whatever it is. Crap like that seems to happen to me all the time. Idk. 

 

I spent the morning staring at my computer screen alternating between laughing in my head and sobbing inconsolably. Then I scribbled up some purely escapest For Keeps fic. THEN, I did a job search for gigs in Kalamazoo because between the tranny, the tires, and whatever disaster awaits me, I don't see my "save-alot-of-money-in-case-you-don't-get-a-job-right-away" plan working out so well. I wanted to move with a solid grand socked away.  Owen said he'd cover rent and utilities for awhile, so I'd just have to worry about my car, phone, and student loans...but I don't see the grand happening. 

 

So I'm reworking my resume. I found a position as an office wench at The-College-That-Owen-Doesn't-Work-At. The deadline is Thursday. I think it would be kinda adorable if we ended up working at rival schools.