I gotta whine…
I have had very bad luck with my car. It seems like once I have one problem fixed, something else breaks. I have a 1994 Chrysler LHS. When I bought the car, it had just had a brand new transmission and air conditioner compressor installed and brand new tires put on. I bought the car from my parents, so I knew its history, and before I bought it, it was a great, reliable, nice car.
In the year and a half I’ve owned it, the transmission had to be replaced again (thank God it was still under warranty), the heater had to be fixed, I’ve had approximately 8 flat tires, had to have the brake system completely replaced, had to have the wiring repaired because it was totally fucked up, had the computer replaced twice before they discovered the reason the computer kept going out is because the air conditioner was squirting some kind of fluid on it, two weeks ago, I had to take it in because something was rubbing against the left front tire, the air conditioner and heater still don’t work properly, the heater turns on all by itself totally randomly and blows hot air into my face and won’t shut off, no matter how hard I pound on the buttons, the alarm randomly goes off for no logical reason, and today, my engine blew up. Despite having had the oil changed and a tune up less than two weeks ago, the god damn, ass munching engine blew up…way out in the middle of nowhere, twenty minutes before I had to be at work for a meeting.
So, I caught a ride to the nearest town and had him drop me off at a garage. They towed my car and had a look at it and pronounced it dead. They quoted me a price of $500 for a new (used) engine and $400 for labor.
Fuck that, man, $900 is pretty close to what I need for a down payment on an entirely different car. I have had enough. I’ve put far too much money into that fucking car, no more. Of course, at the moment I don’t have the money for the down payment, it will take some time for me to get that accrued. Looks like I’ll be borrowing cars from family members for awhile.
So, my sister lent me her car to get to work. You wouldn’t think my day could get any worse, but sure enough, it did!
I had put in my application for a supervisory position in the office where I work. I interviewed last Wednesday, and I felt like I totally kicked ass. It was one of my best interviews ever.
About an hour ago, I got an email from one of the ladies who conducted the interview, Carrie, asking me to stop by her cubicle. “Aha!” I thought, “wouldn’t it be super if she offered me the job? That would cheer me up!”
Alas, it was not to be. They decided to go with someone else. She said they were extremely impressed with me, and I have great potential for leadership, I was very poised and professional in the interview, my responses to the behavioral questions were excellent, and I shouldn’t be discouraged and I should definitely try again…but, I don’t have enough experience. sigh
Any other day, I would have shrugged it off. I didn’t have my heart set on that job, I only applied out of boredom and because it would look good on my resume when I finally leave. But, since I was already all depressed because of my car, I’m now in the depths of despair.
God damn it, I need a beer.
