So I’m sure more than one of you has been wondering about the semi-cryptic and mostly-depressed posts that have appearing here (very very) periodically, and why the writing has come to a screeching halt.Â I figure people deserve something of an explanation at least.
Since coming to Seattle, my car’s been held hostage by the people I hired to transport it — who did eventually show up, a week late.
When I got it, it was fried and scratched to hell, and the first day I drove home from work, it died on the side of the road from a shot alternator and by correlation a dead battery.Â I’m lucky insofar as No Longer Amorous Roommate is a car guy, and replaced my alternator for free — after I had it towed to a auto shop and they wanted to charge me $900 to fix things and then charged me $100 diagnostic fee anyway.
$60 for a new alternator and 6.5 hours with my car later, No Longer Amorous Roommate made the damn thing run, and everything was pretty okay until about a week ago, when work started going to hell in a handbasket.
On top of that, Monday morning, right before my now-40 minute long morning commute (changed offices), my starter crapped out — less than two months after I had it replaced the first time.Â I spent that day lying on the couch praying for sweet death.Â But No Longer Amorous And Totally AWESOME Roommate came to save the day again — and with my help from a vantage point underneath my Corolla, we ripped out my starter, rushed into Schuck’s Auto Parts literally five minutes before it closed, knocked out a $100 starter and jammed it back into the vehicle.
And then yesterday afternoon on I-5 Southbound, less than a mile from my exit, I got into a fenderbender.Â I’m fine; I’m not hurt; it was mostly my fault — I must have zoned out on the road or something.Â Neither is the other party, but I’m not looking forward to dealing with my insurance.Â Both our cars are still perfectly mobile, although mine looks kind of like it has a black eye — which makes it match every other vehicle on the road in Seattle, sort of.Â But it’s bodywork and lights, which while frustrating, isn’t the end of the world.
And on top of this, I’m honor-bound to have a “meeting” about a work issue with my boss (read: scheduled to be screamed at) this afternoon around 1ish.
So for those of you wondering about the total communications breakdown, the lack of stories, the lack of updates (except in the “escapist kdrama” variety), or why I haven’t called or why I am constantly on the edge of a nervous breakdown and/or crying when you have talked to me, that’s why.
It’s going to be fine, I just don’t know when or how it’s going to get there.