The heater in my car doesn’t work either. It’s probably the thermostat, but I think I also have a problem with some vacuum lines somewhere since the heater and AC controls don’t work right either. And, unlike the OP, I live in Pennsylvania, where we actually do have this thing called winter.
But, I also have a pickup truck, and the heater works in it, so no biggie.
I’ll fix the car at some point. I’ve got a few things ahead of it on my fix it list though. The car doesn’t have to be fixed until next summer, and that’s because the AC doesn’t work in the truck.
Probably this. There are a series of gates in the that the controls activate to adjust the temperature. You’re probably dealing with a leaky vacuum line or a stuck actuator.
Both are a PITA to fix.
But as to the OP.
Obama is president. Palin could be one heart attack away from being the president.
I think the point was that Obama is president but it could be worse. McCain and his bad heart could have been president with Palin one more heart attack away from being President.
I went for a job interview, it was looking promising and I would get the word on Monday or Tuesday. At the farewell party for the person resigning, she and the boss announced that she would not be leaving.
I didn’t not get the job.
I found this out early Saturday morning, so I didn’t spend days in useless limbo.
I have a UTI. It’s painful and it sucks and I have a fever and I’ve had to run to the bathroom 26 times in the last 24 hours (the per hour average higher than that suggests when you consider that I slept 9 of those hours).
But I caught it early, I have drugs on hand to treat the infection and the pain, and I can already feel it retreating. It didn’t turn into a kidney infection and it hit on a weekend when my biggest plan was going to be making gifty things, which can happen any time.
I have “character building scars” (my father’s words) on my left arm from 2 different accidents. #1. 2 yrs old. Freshly poured boiling water for a cup of tea burned my arm as I reached on top of the counter for the shiny little tea bag deal hanging out of the cup.
#2. 9 yrs old. A motorcycle ran me over (twice within the same 20 seconds) first impact sending me flying through the air and then as I landed & driver had lost control of his bike (2nd impact) ripping my arm open as the back tire spun across it.
Yep, it sucked…but I still have my arm, and he was right…the scars built a lot of character, or so I’ve been told.
Everything about my job sucks and depresses me… except that I can work from home.
Our house isn’t selling and all the offers are coming from criminal dumbasses… but we have enough money to avoid foreclosure.
I’m showing every sign of depression except suicidal thoughts… but it’s because I’m six months pregnant, so I’m gonna have a darling little girl at the end of all this. And my body to myself again.