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Feb. 3rd, 2005 02:53 pmThe continuing saga of me and my car:
I came home from work sick today, as whatever plague that has been chewing on my office has now decided to chew on me too. I'd wanted to just call in, but I had a meeting this morning that'd already been rescheduled twice and I just wanted to have the damn thing and get it over with. Anyway, I was supposed to have a meeting but my boss didn't show up, which she always does and which always irritates the bejeezus out of me. So I came home early because I felt like yuck, but also because I was determined to get my car to someone who would make it start, even if it killed it.
Or something.
So I called the AAA jumpstart man and he came and opened my hood and said "aha! I can make this so you will never have this problem again," and I thought he might kill me and good for him, in that case. (I wish I could describe his accent, but some things are better left a mystery.) He went back to his truck and got a wrench and banged on some things and pinched on another couple and, lo and behold, it works.
It was the connections. The stupid stupid battery connections. God, I hate that car.
So now I have the rest of the night free to be sick. One of the best things about living alone is that I can be sick without anyone coming around and interrupting my moaning. I can be a grump unselfconsciously.
I came home from work sick today, as whatever plague that has been chewing on my office has now decided to chew on me too. I'd wanted to just call in, but I had a meeting this morning that'd already been rescheduled twice and I just wanted to have the damn thing and get it over with. Anyway, I was supposed to have a meeting but my boss didn't show up, which she always does and which always irritates the bejeezus out of me. So I came home early because I felt like yuck, but also because I was determined to get my car to someone who would make it start, even if it killed it.
Or something.
So I called the AAA jumpstart man and he came and opened my hood and said "aha! I can make this so you will never have this problem again," and I thought he might kill me and good for him, in that case. (I wish I could describe his accent, but some things are better left a mystery.) He went back to his truck and got a wrench and banged on some things and pinched on another couple and, lo and behold, it works.
It was the connections. The stupid stupid battery connections. God, I hate that car.
So now I have the rest of the night free to be sick. One of the best things about living alone is that I can be sick without anyone coming around and interrupting my moaning. I can be a grump unselfconsciously.
