this morning i made my way out to my shiny, silver shitmobile (because it's literally covered in shit) at my usual time of fifteen-minutes-late and hopped into the driver seat. i turned the key in the ignition and was paid back in a currency consisting of a series of insect-like clicks and an ejected cassette tape. it was an unfair exchange rate and it did not make me feel good.
i promptly phoned my mother and asked her to give me some good news. instead, she told me my battery was dead. it's not particularly what i wanted to hear.
i decided that Fate was giving me a not-so-gentle push in the form of a dead battery to finally replace the sliced tire that had been sitting in my trunk for exactly three weeks.
i am now a AAA member and have already reaped a reward in the form of a quiet man with a yellow box spilling over with super-charged power. even Sears was on my side after processing me quickly through their service queue and sending me on my way with a shiny new battery and a glistening donut of black rubber love.
also on the plus side... my CHECK ENGINE light finally gave up the ghost last week.
ps: i suppose my workload must really not be bad at all considering i've managed to find the time to make a post. i feel a little guilty that the owner's daughter had left a gift certificate on my desk to thank me for the mounds of scripting i've been doing. of course, i think it's also an advance kindness considering this is a presidential election year and the political scripting is going to be a fucking bitch.