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Friday, Jan. 28, 2005
To put it bluntly, i am pissed off. My car is fucked right now and there is nothing i can do about it on a friday night.
It all started this morning on the way to work. I took off down the street and noticed it was a bit sluggish, thought nothing of it, maybe she is a bit cold and needs to warm up a bit seeing that it was pissing down with rain (yes it is summer and it does rain in Australia). Then a little over half way to work i got stuck behind a truck traveling in the right hand lane of a 3 lane carriage way doing well under the legal speed limit, as you would expect, i pulled out to the left to overtake where i was under whelmed by the amount of power that the car decided to let go. Hmmmm i struggled all the way to work, it normalised a bit and the sluggishness decided to clear. I went out during the day at work and turned over the engine, sounded fine.
Was invited to a few drinks at the local after work today and on the way the car showed some more strange symptoms of not wanting to go very fast. This was starting to piss me off. After downing a brew with fellow co-workers and trying to give a jump-start to the car of one of those fellow co-workers i headed home. Not good at all. I basically limped home, having to drive and take off very slowly all the way as to not rev the shit outta the car. I know my way around cars, enough to do running repairs and tell you the names of everything under the bonnet, but this one is beyond me.
My first port of call was my dad, so i rang him and asked him if i could pick his brain for a moment, i needed to find out if he knew of any mechanics that were open on a saturday, which is kind of hard to do in Adelaide. He gave me a few names and suggested that i clean all the spark plug leads as a good starting point. Thanks dad, good idea...... I then proceeded to get some crap out of the cupboard to give the leads a bit of a wipeover. Thats when i fucked up.
I broke a lead, didn't i. Right at the spark plug end. Fuck.
So i called the auto club (RAA in south australia). After waiting an hour for the bugger to turn up, he said he wasn't willing to diagnose anything as it could be a number of things and suggested that i book a tow in the morning and have it taken to a workshop. These guys hate being sued for saying the wrong thing so i can gather.
Fuck.
Just what i need right now. The money situation is getting better and now i have another hole to fill.
Okay, i'll sleep on it. Breathe slowly, calm down. Guess that means the weekends plans are thrown out the window.
On a good note though, i managed to buy a chest of drawers for my room last night and have to find time tomorrow to go and collect it. Luckily i don't need a car, i can get my mum to drop me at her work and borrow one of the trucks to go and collect it. Fun stuff.
The Australian Open tennis is on the tv right now, mens qtr final, Hewitt vs Roddick.
Lyeton Hewitt is an asshole i hope he loses as much as my australian pride says to support him.
Andy Roddick, hubba hubba.
Work sucks, i have a heap to do, was meant to go in tomorrow, but doesn't look like it now, might have to do it from home on sunday. Now that i just thought of it, why don't i work from home more often? Oh yeah, thats why.... i don't get fucking paid for it. My bad.
Can you sense the tension and frustration in these words.
Oh forgot to mention, i can hear again! i got pissed off with asking people to speak up and repeat themselves and nodding along with what everyone was saying but not really understanding it, so i went to the doctor and had a warm fluid injection in both hearing orifices (sounds kinky doesn't it?) and got some prescribed drops to heal some damage i had done to an ear canal. All seems good now. Have had a headache for the last couple of days, but i think the doctor must have poked my brain a bit, at least he found one.
Went to the Australia vs West Indies cricket match on the wednesday Australia day holiday and sweated it out with the rest of the huge crowd and got home sometime round 10pm. A mate from work decided he'd be a hero and not wear any sunscreen (yours truly is responsible and wore his), suffice to say, that he now resembles a lobster and has badger eyes from where his sunglasses were located. haha.
And another thing, one word...
Nipples.
Get the point?
Cos i am about to tear mine off in anger....
Okay i better stop now.
Bye for now, wish me luck. Know any hunky mechanics that are free on saturday morning?
~MJ~
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mackaj at 8:40 p.m.