my misadventure

Well, I went on my journey today, and as the title says, it was mostly a misadventure, and a waste of time.  I had to stop at my job so I could get my manager's signature for a discounted bus pass, then had to go to Rite Aid and buy it.  Then it was off to the library to print off a copy of my Monster resume, and to also print off some Blockbuster coupons.  After that, I headed over to the CareerLink (unemployment) office to look for something new.  I found nothing, but applied for something that's too little, too far away, and not my type of work at all.  Should've seen that one coming...I didn't.

Finally, when I was done wasting my time there, I hopped on the bus to go somewhere I've been putting off for a few months.  I went to the garage where my car was being held for $181 ransom.  Instead of handing over the money, I gave them the title to the piece of junk, which is what they're going to do with it anyway. 

R.I.P. Hunk O' Junk, aka my 1992 Ford Taurus. 

(1991-2006) (2000-2006, when we had it)

 

This was taken in last year's snow.  This was the only pic I find.

In the 5 1/2 years we had the car, it was really nothing more than a headache, as mentioned here and here, and what led up to today, here.  From the time the water pump went about 2 weeks after we signed our lives away, to 4 months ago when it would overheat within 15 minutes of starting it up.  The ABS was going too, so that would be just a waste of time and money.  We got our money's worth out of it, though.  It got us back and forth through 10 jobs (6 of them mine), including a year as a Domino's driver (that's what REALLY did it in).  It suffered thehell that is my kids.  That would be enough to make any car run for the yard.

I really only went up there to take out what I wanted--my Hello Kitty stuff hanging in the rear view, the tire iron, since I didn't want to buy another one, and some other personal effects.  I almost cried, especially when I started it up just one more time.  When I was done, I returned the keys to the garage owner, who said he'd give me 2 weeks to come up with something for a payment, then he'd junk it.  So much for that offer--I'm about to lose my job in less time.  Oh well...one less financial burden on my shoulders.

I decided to walk home from there, tire iron sticking out my backpack (c'mon--MESS WITH ME).  On the way, I saw the lights on at the yet-to-be-opened Papa John's, and decided to stop in and fill out an application.  What the hell, I thought, can't hurt.  The owner was busy setting up shop when I was done, but he said he'd look it over.  Cool.

So that's my day.  Anyone wanna trade lives right about now?

til next time...=)