Something is wrong with my car.
Again.
Something is so wrong with my car that I'm worried it won't make it to the shop in the morning...which is almost literally across the street.
Alls I know is that if this cost anywhere near the $700 I got to spend fixing my car about three weeks ago, I'm turning on the tears. And those cold-hearted car shop people are going give me that shit for free.
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Nothing stresses me out quite like car troubles, because I have absolutely no idea if I'm being taken advantage of, and it is always so damn expensive. Hope everything with your car turned out okay!
Exactly, Jenn. They are the worst. Also, I'm spoiled because for the first 28 years of my life my dad completely took car of that due to his job.
All did not exactly turn out ok. It is going to cost about $2000 to fix it, and after the guy told me this on Friday morning I about fainted. Called my dad to see what to do and almost immediately burst into tears at the courthouse (in the hallway, running to bathroom) because it was so stressful. Luckily my parents are helping me out, but if anything more goes wrong I'll have to buy a car, something I have no room for in my budget. Not. Awesome.
But at least I'm lucky enough to have my parents' help, which not many people do, so I will not bitch too much. Still, I've been trying so so so hard to make it on my own, Friday was definitely horrible for me emotionally speaking. And its not like my parents are Richie Rich or anything, especially since my dad semi-retired, so I feel bad for needing their help when I am almost 30 freaking years old.
That sucks about your car! If it makes you feel any better, Dan and I owe a fucking $1700 on our taxes this year. All this while I do not have a job. Thanks, universe.
Friday was an awful, awful day for me, too. I spent about an hour in tears after learning that I did not get a job I completed three interviews for and was THIS close to getting (just down to me and one other candidate, who apparently has more experience than me). And it was a job that I really, really wanted. So disappointing.
If this continues, I'll be needing to ask the parents for help, too. I also feel fortunate that at least I have people who will help me, and I know I do not have to worry about ending up living in a tent city. I know it could be so much worse.
Hope this week is better for you (and me!).
hugs to you both.
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