Emotional roll a coaster, let me off.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
It started yesterday, a typical Monday morning. DH has to be on the road at 5 am to get to work by 6:30. After he left the house, I went back to bed. I know, not nice, but I need my beauty sleep. I hear his car start up, then it stops and then starts up and does this for over 5 minutes. Ok, get dressed and see what is up. His car will not go out of park. The shifter is on the floor and is an automatic. I tell to take my pickup.
I search the internet and call a mechanic friend of mine to give me some pointers on how to fix it. I reach under the council and press the reset button for the shifter, nothing except now the key will not come out of the ignition. I pull all the fuses and none are bad. I listen and it sounds like the cycloid is not engaging. Great, I am stuck.
I wait until another friend comes home to give me some pointers. He says it is a cycloid and I need to pull a plug but I have to rip the council between the seats apart, Ok, rip apart the car, still not sure what I am doing, never done one before. My friend comes over and helps me, he disengages the cycloid but I also have a broken wire. Meantime, my DH, who gets home at 6:30 pm is home early in time to see the nice car that he just got half ripped apart. I tell him just don't look and go kayaking on the river. I would not have been able to fix it myself. Anyhow, he was happy that his car was fixed.
Today, I had an interview with a great company. I stopped at the beauty school to do my makeup and hair, nuts, it is cutting my time short and I have 15 minutes to go across town, I need to be there early. Get there, the interview goes ok, I do not do good on interviews. I am dressed for success. In a suit, hair done and makeup done. Fingers crossed.
My DD got accepted to the high school for choice that she wanted, Yes, but oh no because it is in the town that her dad lives in and he would like her to live there so that he wouldn't have to pay support.
Spent half of the afternoon in a courthouse. Just so much fun being a landlord. The woman was a night mare, finally settled but I am going to have another mess to clean up when she leaves.
I stress ate, but I grabbed a nice big bowl of blackberries that I have been picking.
Next interview next week. Either job would be so needed and great, fingers crossed.