I had the upstairs neighbor take a look at my van--its an old Chevy Astro van. Not only did the vehicle not start, there a was a huge leak from around the oil pan!!
Its like the van just went up and died while spilling its guts out because it knew I wasn't going to fix it. I thanked my neighbor for all his troubles and gave him $20. He's somewhat in the same boat I'm in. I don't want to, but I'll have to call my parents on this one.
As for my life, I'm currently finishing up a semester at UWF (University of West Florida) before I go back to the ranch. Not really looking forward to it, but hey. Its home. And home is where the heart is. Up til today when the van died, I was on the wait staff at a local steak house. Bare minimum wage plus tips. Busting my butt and going to school with little time for a social life.
I guess I really don't need one at the moment, but it'd help my 'social networking' skills as I'm lacking in the field. I don't like my coworkers: the bus persons, the other waitresses, waiters, but the cooks are nice to me to say the least.
On top of it all, I need new glasses. The screw on the left lens came off as I got hit with a football last weekend at the beach. I happened to have the right of way, but the douche who threw the ball said he was aiming for his friend who was nowhere near me. I think there's a conspiracy.
I don't have time to think about it. Just get my check for this week, pay for new glasses and then home sweet home at the ranch. I feel much more confident when I'm home instead of the city. Granted, I have my pistols with me, but some how, I just feel safer at home instead of this ratty student ghetto.
That's it for now. I'll keep you updated.
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Ms. Money Whore
Its official! w00t ... now i have to come up with content. Nice. I'll rely on Shannon for that. I'm sure she has a lot to say. :D
Head Gasket
The van is busted. Damn head gasket.
We're looking at a major overhaul. I don't know if I should even go ahead and get it fixed. There's other things wrong with it that I have no clue as to what. Like whenever I break, there's a loud screeching in the wheels. And it over heats. And oil leaks. I might as well just sell it to the junkyard and get another beater.
I hate this. I'll have to pay my sister, Charlotte, to give me rides to work til I can afford another lemon. Or I'll have to dip into my emergency cash and get a dependable car which I'd rather have than another beater. This is my third beater. Its getting old.
I haven't picked up any extra shifts because I don't my coworkers any more. I don't care to socialize with them. I think I've grown out of them also. Meh. I think I'm going on the job hunt. Minimum wage sucks balls. And having no van just blows too.
Crapola.
We're looking at a major overhaul. I don't know if I should even go ahead and get it fixed. There's other things wrong with it that I have no clue as to what. Like whenever I break, there's a loud screeching in the wheels. And it over heats. And oil leaks. I might as well just sell it to the junkyard and get another beater.
I hate this. I'll have to pay my sister, Charlotte, to give me rides to work til I can afford another lemon. Or I'll have to dip into my emergency cash and get a dependable car which I'd rather have than another beater. This is my third beater. Its getting old.
I haven't picked up any extra shifts because I don't my coworkers any more. I don't care to socialize with them. I think I've grown out of them also. Meh. I think I'm going on the job hunt. Minimum wage sucks balls. And having no van just blows too.
Crapola.
Monday, April 9, 2012
Ain't No Rest for the Wicked
Hi, I'm Shannon!
The other day I was walking down the street to a neighbor's house and this guy pulls up in a late model Caddilac and asks if I wanted to go to a party. Now, I don't normally talk to strangers in old cars and I flatly told him No. He persisted. Not to be rude, I stood there for a minute and listened to what he had to say. When he was done with his schpiel, I pretended to stretch with my hands in the air so he could catch a glimpse of my concealed carry High Point 9mm handgun strapped in its holster around my belt loop.
I'm a smart girl. I don't leave home without my 9mm. A little bulky at times, not as concealable as my Ruger LCP .380, but it does make for a good flash under my t-shirt. These are dangerous times and a girl's got to know how to take care of herself. *wink, wink*
The other day I was walking down the street to a neighbor's house and this guy pulls up in a late model Caddilac and asks if I wanted to go to a party. Now, I don't normally talk to strangers in old cars and I flatly told him No. He persisted. Not to be rude, I stood there for a minute and listened to what he had to say. When he was done with his schpiel, I pretended to stretch with my hands in the air so he could catch a glimpse of my concealed carry High Point 9mm handgun strapped in its holster around my belt loop.
I'm a smart girl. I don't leave home without my 9mm. A little bulky at times, not as concealable as my Ruger LCP .380, but it does make for a good flash under my t-shirt. These are dangerous times and a girl's got to know how to take care of herself. *wink, wink*
Ever After
There's no such thing as "happily ever after". Every relationship requires work.
I've been in a funk lately. Can't seem to pull myself out of it.
I've been busy since the last time I posted. For one thing, the Director resigned and we've had no one in charge to oversee the daily workings of the facility. I've grown more and more distrustful of my coworkers, so much so that I've blocked a few of them from my phone. I've never had to do this before and I think its for the better. One instance, two people whom I've come to trust had a falling out.
I think there was a personal vendetta going on there.
I don't know what has gotten into people nowadays. It seems the company encourages them to turn each other in for minor infractions. I couldn't do that to those whom I call friends.
Once you've wronged me, it takes an eternity to gain my trust back.
In other news, I've moved to a new apartment and I'm working out and going to the gym more frequently. Something to do to pass time.
I've been in a funk lately. Can't seem to pull myself out of it.
I've been busy since the last time I posted. For one thing, the Director resigned and we've had no one in charge to oversee the daily workings of the facility. I've grown more and more distrustful of my coworkers, so much so that I've blocked a few of them from my phone. I've never had to do this before and I think its for the better. One instance, two people whom I've come to trust had a falling out.
I think there was a personal vendetta going on there.
I don't know what has gotten into people nowadays. It seems the company encourages them to turn each other in for minor infractions. I couldn't do that to those whom I call friends.
Once you've wronged me, it takes an eternity to gain my trust back.
In other news, I've moved to a new apartment and I'm working out and going to the gym more frequently. Something to do to pass time.
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