No, I'm not in a new job yet...
So, last Thursday I was laid off from work. I felt at the time that it was a good thing, all things considered, and I hear that work's going HORRIBLE for everyone remaining...there's been complaints filed, OSHA hit them, the manager has been demoted and replaced, and my replacement has lost many, many samples and is heap big trouble. Not to mention the temperature went straight to the triple digits this weekend. Okay, happy happy! I'll find a happier job, no problem. I have a car, it doesn't get any luckier. Glad I'm not there.
So....Monday my car broke down.
Tuesday for some reason she decided to start again, so I drive a few hundred miles to the nearest dealership (past Reno), and had a recall problem fixed. I figure I can handle repair costs a lot better than I can handle losing every job I apply for due to lack of transportation, right? Me and my dog sit in the waiting room for a few hours, while he schmoozes every poor person who crosses his path lol. He's been pet more than in his whole life now. They finish my car just before 5:00 pm, and I don't want to cross Reno traffic at rush hour so I go sit in a park to wait it out.
My car does not start again after I'm done. I tried to ask some lady to borrow her phone, I get as far as saying "excuse me-" she gives me a disgusted look and throws her hand up in the air and walks away. She thought I was a beggar! So the next lady who came along let me call the dealership. They rented me a car and sent a tow truck for my car after I was gone. I spent the night in a clean, friendly hotel. I drove back to the dealership this morning.
Wednesday: I walk into the dealership to see how my car's work is going. They look at me and ask, "Um...where's your car?" Not the words you want to hear. They did not know where my car was, I did not know where my car was, the towing service said they did not know where my car was if it wasn't on the lot. Turns out they never towed it away at all. So, we tow it this morning, the dog schmoozes the waiting room crowd again, and we come back home this afternoon. Yay, home!
A few hours later, my ex shows up. We parted...well, not UNamicably, at least. He came bearing gifts---an expensive videogame I'd lent him, $400 I'd lent him, a teddybear I'd given him, and a birthday present he'd bought long before we broke up apparantly. Oh man. It's something I've wanted all my life! I haven't had one since I was four or five!
He got me a Dremel
The handheld wood engraving kit. The first toys I remember are not Barbies & make up kits--Mom raised us on Dremels, wood burning kits, exacto-knives, and sewing needles lol. I am jumping for joy. I FINALLY HAVE A DREMEL AGAIN!!! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!
So yeah. Life is good.