Lizet's Place

finally found someone who gave me cash to junk the car. I got about $300 less than I was hoping for**, but hey, money is money.

Now I have to deal with yet another potential buyer of the brown bookcases I have. Someone was supposed to come a couple weeks ago to buy them. He rented a truck and came here to measure them and decided that they were too short. Umm I put the measurements with the listing! In the end he didn't want them. at least he admitted it was his own fault for not reading the ad clearly. I hope this other person paid better attention to the measurements. But if they don't sell, my sister told my mom she wanted a couple? of course I get no money for that. *rolls eyes hard*

** All along my mom has said whatever I sell, I get to keep the money for. She also told me the same for junking the car. I spent a week calling different car junkers that advertised "cash for cars" looking for the best offer. I was hoping for $500, but $200 was the best offer. Today they came to get the car. 15 mins ago my mom came into my room, hand held out expectantly, wanting half! Umm what?! She never said anything about taking half! Not even when the last 2 months my dad's mechanic friend said he would try to find someone to buy it (he never did and my mom kept harping on me to call the guy to get the pink slip back and "take care of it yourself.")

Now I'm pissed off and want to tell her off but I can't because she's going to be giving me money every month while I'm rooming with a friend so I can take care of myself until I get a job (and yes, pay her back the nearly grand I already owe from being unemployed since December 2013). I also want to cry. I'm not sad about it, but more disappointed that she did that when she knew what I was going to use the money for. Like it shot the plans I had in place for the first couple of months and I have to re-work everything so it makes sense again

on top of having to deal with everything else she pawns off for me to do.

Speaking of jobs...a friend emailed me about a receptionist position a friend of his has. It's part time, but a job is a job. I'm sprucing up my resume to email to them...then I'm going to try to forget about it. I'm learning not to tell people I've got interviews, no matter how excited I get about them, because I can't stand the near constant asking "have you heard back?" I get from people I see daily/weekly. It's bad enough I get "do you have a job yet?" from some people at church. I know they mean well because they've been praying for me to get something, but having to say no and grin and bear it when they say "well I'm going to keep praying" makes me feel like crap and want to scream.

Today is just...UGH!

The car battery started...dying...earlier this week. I had to try a couple of times to get it to start.

Today after I put gas in the car, it gave me big time problems, I should have gone back to my sister's but I didn't and managed to get to the office.

Around 12:30, I guess, I decide that I've done enough work for today and I was going to go get something to eat before going back to my sister's. When I leave out of the office and get to the car, I don't have my laptop bag (but thankfully I have my office keys!), so I go back to the office and see I left some envelopes in the hall, I pick them up to put in my office, only when I get to my office, I forget to leave them. Whatever, I put them in my laptop bag get in the car to start it up...and NOTHING! It makes a weird clicking sound but doesn't start. Then the radio goes out and the car is just quiet. I try to start it and nothing!

UGH

I’m a little frustrated, but not too much. We have a portable car battery charger! YES! But umm…where’s the battery?! This car’s battery isn’t like other car’s batteries so I had to call my dad and have him walk me through it. I let it charge for 20 minutes - 10 with the car off and another 10 with the car on. I figure that should be long enough and go to unhook everything only before I get back into the car, it dies again! ;qlskjfs;slkjg!

I do this charge thing 2 more times and it’s not holding the charge. I think the portable charger is out of juice because it’s been charging now for 30 minutes (car off) and I’ve tried to start it and it won’t.

I get a hold of my sister and she THINKS she has jumper cables. She’s going to look in her car and if she does, she’ll come to my office and give me a jump. If this all works, I’ll be driving right back to her place and tomorrow I’ll take the bus.

OH! Let’s talk about the drama that’s starting to happen at my sister’s place! There’s a spot in the parking lot that has a faded visitors painted on the ground. That’s me. A visitor. But apparently one of the tenants has been parking her SECOND car there because her FIRST car is in her assigned spot and it doesn’t run. Well since I’ve been there, she’s had to park on the street or in her daughter’s assigned spot (the daughter uses the garage for her car). After like a week of being there, she asks if I can park closer to the bush so that she has space to get in and out of the spot. Okay, cool. I can do that. And I start doing that. Sometimes I park on the street because it’s late when I get back and the spot in the lot is taken. Well I guess she’s tired of using her daughter’s spot or parking on the street so she calls the landlord, tells him who knows what and the landlord, presumably, texts all the tenants that if they see a car in the lot that doesn’t belong, to call and he’ll call a tow truck! What the ever loving fuck!? So my sister tells me to look for a spot on the street first before parking in the lot so that the car doesn’t get towed.

Now today, car problems! I’d park it on the street tonight, but if I can’t get it started in the morning, it can’t stay on the street because of street sweeping. And if I have to take the bus, I have to leave at 7 am to get to the courthouse by 9 am. When I was at my apartment, I could leave at 8 am and take 1 bus and be there at 8:50. Now I’m farther away and that means I have to take more buses so I have to leave earlier.

Now I’m wondering if I wouldn’t have called out yesterday, if I’d be having car problems today. I know chances are I probably would, or I would have had them yesterday and had to get a jump from someone at the courthouse, but I can’t help but think that this is my punishment for calling out yesterday.

Now I go back to waiting for my sister. Maybe I’ll get some reading done. I was going to try to write, but I’m feeling too rage-y. People who follow me on twitter know why. Anyone here wants to know, I’ll send you a private message.

So, my Sunday morning was off to a rocky start.

+ I GOT TO DRIVE BY MYSELF TO CHURCH!
- the car I was in has a busted fan belt so it runs hot really fast
+ exchanged cars with my dad and till got to drive by myself
- the car I swapped with my my dad has NO TURN SIGNALS OR DRIVER'S SIDE WINDOW THAT CAN ROLL DOWN oh...AND IT HAS EXPIRED TAGS! The car couldn't pass the smog test, so it couldn't get new tags. The whole way to church I was driving like it was my driver's test and hoping that I didn't come across a police because I CANNOT GET A TICKET 4 DAYS INTO HAVING MY DRIVER'S LICENSE! That would be just embarrassing!

So then get to church and there's a new printer/copier waiting for me outside my office door! SWEET! I move the non-working printer/copier off the stand and set up the new one, and after fussing with the computer's CD drive, I get the printer driver's installed on the computer, print a test page, and BAM! A printer that actually works with my office computer!

Now I just have to figure out how I'm getting home since the good car has to go to the shop to have the fan belt put on and that's likely to take all day (or more hours than I care to spend at the car shop) and I don't know what my dad's plans are as far as getting the old car home or to the car shop. If I drive it there, then I have no way to get home. He can leave it here, drive the other car home once it's fixed and pick up me or my mom and come back here to pick it up...*sighs* what's the point of having 2 cars if one or both of them aren't drivable?!

oh, and like 4 people have come to the office to congratulate me on getting my license. Apparently my dad told them. *shrugs* I told Lora, Colleen (and John) and Staci right after I passed, but I hadn't really planned on telling anyone else. Thanks Dad.

in conclusion, we need a new car - sooner rather than later!