The sky is falling!
You can't tell me the sky isn't falling when it just landed on our heads in a great crash.
Yesterday I had a job interview in Markham (yay, me!). Stuart and Clinton went with me since I've had a really bad migraine for the past few days and can't reliably drive myself. On the way home (it's an hour and a half on the highway each way) our car overheated again (we just replaced the rad and thermostat and a few other things 2 weeks ago to the tune of $800).
Despite the best efforts of a good samaritan who stopped, we eventually had to be towed home. We left the car at the shop and walked home to discover that our power had been cut off (I read the date wrong by 2 days -- the joy of migraines). Clinton became absolutely hysterical.
I managed to get a friend to come drive me to pay the hydro bill and the power was back on in about 15 minutes. My migraine got progressivly worse and worse, so I didn't stay up late. I still felt crummy so I tried to sleep in a bit.
Midas called around 9 a.m. with news about the car.
The head gasket is pooched. It requires taking the top half of the engine out to replace and costs about $1100 (including labour). If that's not bad enough, they won't know if we've cracked the block until they replace the head gasket, so it could run more like $1600. Then, we also don't know if that is the full extent of what's wrong with the car, since this is the second time it has majorly overheated and I'm not convinced we know what's causing it.
If we had known all of this before we borrowed $800 to put into the car it would have been one thing -- telling us it would cost over $2000 would have caused us to pull the darned thing off the road. Now after we've spent $800 I resent the heck out of it and don't know what to do. I'm sure by the end of the day we'll tell them not to bother -- there is no way we could get a hold of that much money regardless of what we want.
Now, I know Stuart can technically take a bus to work (we're just not sure how to go about it), but I have no idea how I'm supposed to do things like get to a job interview in Richmond Hill on Monday (yeah, I actually got ANOTHER job interview) and if the people in Markham like me enough to call me back for a second interview I have no way of getting there either. We had just enough money for gas to make it till payday -- a bus trip to Toronto is just not financially possible.
I am just so darned tired of feeling screwed and feeling like there isn't a darned thing we can do about it. We're both trying so hard it hurts.
Yesterday I had a job interview in Markham (yay, me!). Stuart and Clinton went with me since I've had a really bad migraine for the past few days and can't reliably drive myself. On the way home (it's an hour and a half on the highway each way) our car overheated again (we just replaced the rad and thermostat and a few other things 2 weeks ago to the tune of $800).
Despite the best efforts of a good samaritan who stopped, we eventually had to be towed home. We left the car at the shop and walked home to discover that our power had been cut off (I read the date wrong by 2 days -- the joy of migraines). Clinton became absolutely hysterical.
I managed to get a friend to come drive me to pay the hydro bill and the power was back on in about 15 minutes. My migraine got progressivly worse and worse, so I didn't stay up late. I still felt crummy so I tried to sleep in a bit.
Midas called around 9 a.m. with news about the car.
The head gasket is pooched. It requires taking the top half of the engine out to replace and costs about $1100 (including labour). If that's not bad enough, they won't know if we've cracked the block until they replace the head gasket, so it could run more like $1600. Then, we also don't know if that is the full extent of what's wrong with the car, since this is the second time it has majorly overheated and I'm not convinced we know what's causing it.
If we had known all of this before we borrowed $800 to put into the car it would have been one thing -- telling us it would cost over $2000 would have caused us to pull the darned thing off the road. Now after we've spent $800 I resent the heck out of it and don't know what to do. I'm sure by the end of the day we'll tell them not to bother -- there is no way we could get a hold of that much money regardless of what we want.
Now, I know Stuart can technically take a bus to work (we're just not sure how to go about it), but I have no idea how I'm supposed to do things like get to a job interview in Richmond Hill on Monday (yeah, I actually got ANOTHER job interview) and if the people in Markham like me enough to call me back for a second interview I have no way of getting there either. We had just enough money for gas to make it till payday -- a bus trip to Toronto is just not financially possible.
I am just so darned tired of feeling screwed and feeling like there isn't a darned thing we can do about it. We're both trying so hard it hurts.