"It's a 500-mile, mostly off-road race through Oregon where everyone is driving either 1) $500-or-less beater cars, or 2) comedically awesome vehicles like fire trucks and ambulances. You stop at the 250-mile mark at a campsite, have a huge rager, then wake up the next day and crush through the other 250 miles -- first one to the finish line gets a ginormous trophy with a toy car on top of it."
http://fridayatfive.com/2016/07/lets-talk-about-the-gambler-500.html
I'm like, no. He's like "all we'd have to do is get to the party!" I'm like, with our luck we'd be the ones who never made it to the party. You are sooooo talking to the wrong person about this today!
Sigh.
Here's how my day went. This morning I got an email from a potential employer saying thank you but no, we don't want to talk to you. Bummer but I shake it off because, after all, job hunting is like dating only without the dick pics and bad behavior.
I get a call that the new tires I ordered are in! I'm like HUZZAH!!! And off I go to get my new tires!
The guy at the shop takes a look at my current tires and guess what? The tread on my current tires is still pretty good. I thought they were going bald because of "cupping" on the outer edges. The tread is alright in the middle. But the edges, he says that's why I'm hearing that noise when I drive.
I get all excited because FINALLY that noise is going to go away! I wait for the next hour dreaming of driving my stealthy, quiet truck here and there and admiring scenery and well, so very many possibilities of happiness with me and my truck! Think unicorns and butterflies and rainbows. Yeah, like that.
I get my truck. The tires are beautiful! I drive it and my heart sinks because guess what? That sound is still there.
This means there is a deeper issue with the truck that has to do with the suspension. This means that I'm looking at some potentially expensive repairs. See, during my hour long wait I did some research into why my tires may be cupping so I knew that I'd be dealing with something sooner or later. I guess I just had my heart set on the "later" idea instead of RIGHT FUCKING NOW.
Took a little bit but decided to pass on crying about it and resigned myself to spending the money I had other plans for on the truck. Plans like supporting my ass while I job hunt. That kind of plans. Plans like furniture for when I get a job and we move. Plans like down payment money for a new house to live in. That kind of plans. But no. I get to put more money into my shit vehicle. Hey, I'm bitter. Ken reminded me that it isn't a shit truck (that's what I called it in my text to him about this). He's right. It's a good truck and worth the investment. We want to keep the thing for a long time to come. But since it's going to cost me a bundle (the damn tires weren't cheap either!) I get to call it a shit truck as much as I want to. So there!
Thing is, I'd prefer that my vehicle didn't go to shit when I'm job hunting. That DOES NOT MAKE ME HAPPY.
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| Ok, so I don't look especially mad but it has a sort of "don't fuck with me" vibe to it (and I look kinda good and I need that right now) |
Now I'm sitting here thinking of the bright side of things. Here's a bright side: I have money to fix it. That's a bright side. Oh, and I'm grateful that we have car insurance rental riders on our policies since the Altima is also in the shop being repaired after being t-boned a couple weeks ago. Luckily the truck can be allowed to sit for the most part, until it get fixed and we've been driving the rental all over the place while it sits in the driveway looking red. Another bright side. (My truck is really red. Super red.)
Why aren't I feeling like a ray of sunshine yet?
Ken just asked me what I'm doing. I told him I'm blogging. He knows what that means so asks if DQ would help? (Normally DQ would ALWAYS help - he knows me so well!) But this time I said no because we'd have to DRIVE the truck there (Luke has the rental) and I won't drive the truck. He's trying! I'm not easy to deal with when I'm pissy and chances are good I'll be somewhat pissy until my truck isn't shit again.
Let's see...other good things...
think
think
think
lean back and cross arms
edit
think some more
make faces a little bit
cross arms again
fart a little bit
more faces
Maybe I quit trying to make a silk purse out of a sow's ear and have a mint creamy. Ken was sweet and brought me one. He's a good boyfriend!
