Bad News and Good News

Not last Sunday but the Sunday before I was a work and I was time to go home so I got into my car and turned the key. Nothing happened. I tried again, nothing happened. Damn! My car won't start. I had two options: Call mom and have her drive all the way over to my work and help me jump he thing, or ask one of the workers on the construction site o help me. Boy, was I lucky there were guys working at my site that day. I asked if one of them could help me and they were nice enough to let me borrow one of their guys and trucks for a minute. He tried twice to jump it and my car finally started. Great, now I am going to have o find a way to get it to the shop. I parked the car at home in backwards so another car could easily jump it again if need be. Apparently, my parking job was impressive.

So last Thursday afternoon Mom helps us jump the car and then meets me down at the auto shop and the car goes in for work. The good news is that the battery was loose and only needed tightening for it to start. The bad news is the breaks were really bad and so was one of my belts. To replace both the front and back breaks and the belt cost me over $500 that I didn't have so I borrowed it from Mom. Nice lady she is.

The next day was Friday and the car was ready in the morning. In order to pick it up we had to take Mom to work in Dublin so Hubby and I would have the extra car so we woke up at 6am or so for that. Then we went to pick up the car, then we went to the bank, then we went grocery shopping and got home just in time for me to get ready for work that started at 1:30 but was about an hour and 15 minutes away. I already had a full day before having to go to work. I was tired.

So my car needing repairs was the bad news. The good news is that I got my boss to finally give me more hours! I am now working full time with three extra days added to the two I already have. My new post is at a grocery store in San Francisco which means I now commute three days a week. I can't wait to see my next pay check.

There are interesting people in San Francisco. One old lady actually screeched like a banshee and clawed her hand out because she did not like how long she had to wait for her cab. One old guy had shit locks right on the top of his head that were just as grey as his natural hair. One lady had hot pink dread locks. And there was his one guy who looked like a completely normal nerdy kind of white guy only he was dressed in all Goth minus the make up and had on a kilt to go with it. Not one part of him made any sense looking at him. And everyone had tattoos or piercings. Now I am not judging these people I am only commenting that on the job I get to see interesting things. One of the people that works at the store has black hair underneath and blond hair on top with bright red long tips, two piercings in her lip with hoops that looked like reverse vampire teeth, and a leopard print dress. I thought she looked pretty and exotic at the same time. It was hard not to look at her though because she looked like she was in her early 40s or late 30s. I love people, they are always so entertaining.