truck bullshit
I drove to Sandusky today to run around a bit with Kitty. The breaks finally outright died in my truck. We got stranded for a bit, everything was crazy for a minute but we got it kinda-sorta taken care of.
The first place we brought it to quoted me over $1,000 to fix them *headdesk* I called my dad and asked if he could help and he said he was willing to pitch in but I should take the truck somewhere else first. I have it sitting at another smaller non-chain shop now and they said they could give me a ballpark figure in the next day or two. I'm scared to death really, who knows what they'll find. Master Cylinder if rusted/corroded, my left side front break kinda works a little, my bleeder bolts are so rusted on that to get them off to bleed the breaks will ruin my line so they have to replace the whole line, drums are fine, pads and shoes need replaced on all of them... list just goes on and on.
this shit is shit
good things about today: Got a child support payment so I was at least able to buy me and Kitty lunch while we waited. Got to talk to the owner of the shop today and he told me he fired his sister (woot!) and I was able to get my pay he owed me. I dunno about working there anymore, we'll see, but I'm not holding my breath either way. It was nice to know he wasn't angry with me at all though and we're still friends and he still wants to try and do the pole dance studio with me. Brought The Boy to his open house for school and that went well. saw many other tattooed and crazy looking parents as well as other kids with mohawks which put Cybersluagh at ease.
I think that's about it... catching up on some things, working with an old photographer on a video project that will hopefully make me some money in the long run... really hope I don't get bit in the ass on it though. Trying to keep my tooth pain to a minimum and biting back my PMS as much as I can.
The first place we brought it to quoted me over $1,000 to fix them *headdesk* I called my dad and asked if he could help and he said he was willing to pitch in but I should take the truck somewhere else first. I have it sitting at another smaller non-chain shop now and they said they could give me a ballpark figure in the next day or two. I'm scared to death really, who knows what they'll find. Master Cylinder if rusted/corroded, my left side front break kinda works a little, my bleeder bolts are so rusted on that to get them off to bleed the breaks will ruin my line so they have to replace the whole line, drums are fine, pads and shoes need replaced on all of them... list just goes on and on.
this shit is shit
good things about today: Got a child support payment so I was at least able to buy me and Kitty lunch while we waited. Got to talk to the owner of the shop today and he told me he fired his sister (woot!) and I was able to get my pay he owed me. I dunno about working there anymore, we'll see, but I'm not holding my breath either way. It was nice to know he wasn't angry with me at all though and we're still friends and he still wants to try and do the pole dance studio with me. Brought The Boy to his open house for school and that went well. saw many other tattooed and crazy looking parents as well as other kids with mohawks which put Cybersluagh at ease.
I think that's about it... catching up on some things, working with an old photographer on a video project that will hopefully make me some money in the long run... really hope I don't get bit in the ass on it though. Trying to keep my tooth pain to a minimum and biting back my PMS as much as I can.