mychai's Diaryland Diary

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The worst Hell Day I've ever had.

Yesterday, on my way to work (at 5:00 in the morning, for all of you JPland newbies), I noticed my gear shift being a little hard to push into its respective gears.

Just the cold, I thought. It gets gummy in the cold.

Then, after 10 hours of watching TV, I started my little journey home. My plan for yesterday was to go to the new casino about 30 miles away. Get in a good game of craps.

But I ended up driving home in 2nd gear, pissing off about 100 people who wanted to go 70 down the highway, and all I could push was 25.

The clutch was all kinds of flimsy and loose feeling.

Great, I thought. The clutch wire string thingie broke. You can tell that I have *NO* automotive knowlege at all.

I can pull the dipstick out of the oil check hole and look at it and say, "Yep. Needs oil." But if it really does or does not need oil, I can't tell ya.

My philosophy: More oil can't hurt. Might help.

I 2nd geared it all the way home. I call my dad and told him something was definitely fucked up with my car, and I didn't have time to put up with this kind of shit. FINALS WEEK, DUDE!

I softened the language a little for my dad because, well, he's my dad. And he can still kick my butt if he wanted.

Heh. Who can't?

Anyway, so I called work and told them they wouldn't be seeing my fat, white ass at 5am because I had to go get a new gear string cable thingy. I'd be in a little late, I said.

And I did go to work today. I had to 1st gear it to the mechanic because that's the only gear I could shift into, and that was only when the car was in "Turned Off" mode.

I dropped my car off, told the big, greasy guy that looked like he wanted to choke me till my eyeballs poked out that my cable string thingy was loose and I would greatly appreciate a new one.

I left and got a ride to work. They called me about an hour later.

"JP," they said. "It wasn't the clutch cable that was bad." And I remember this part very well...

"Yer gonna hafta git a whole new ca-lutch."

gulp "How much?" I said.

And I think he was laughing when he said it. Dude wants me dead, I'm for sure.

So, here I am, three days till I catch a train in f'n MEMPHIS to go see my sister get MARRIED, and I have a guy asking me if I want him to go ahead and put in a $900 piece of equipment I don't even know how it works.

All of this on Hell Day.

Shit.

Shit shit shit shit shit.

And you KNOW how much people just loooooove to stand me up.

TWICE in ONE FUCKING DAY.

The first lady, who was enthusiastic about helping me out, accidentally forgot to come get me from work. So, I missed my first class.

The second was Spanish Speaking Neighbor, who fell asleep on the couch. I sat out in front of the school for an hour, in the cold, before she finally woke up and came and got me.

I'm doing great! Thanks for asking.

And you?