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Modeling Updates:
I have three photo shoots booked for the next month. I'm trying not to overwhelm myself, since I do work full-time outside of modeling five days a week, and traveling, even if it's something I enjoy, takes a lot out of me. My most recently booked photoshoot is with Maura Housley. She has shown interest in working with me for a long time now, and I've decided to, finally, make the 3.5-hour trip to Martinsburg to shoot.
Six days until Mountain Glamour.
Two weeks until Gas Oven.
I am still waiting on my Louise Black corset that I ordered at the end of February. If I don't get it next week, I will have to order a made-to-ship replacement garment for my Gas Oven shoot.
The Car:
My car broke down along the side of the highway on my way to work Thursday morning. My dad came to see if we could get it working again or at least try to determine the problem, as it just shut off while I was driving. He even brought me some gas to see if that might help. The vehicle would try to start, sputter and turn off [Note: it would turn over, which would not happen if I was out of gas.]. My step-mom called AAA, and the vehicle was towed. We took it to her mechanic. They were able to get the vehicle to start.
I drove the car to Pittsburgh Monday and filled up my gas tank in Clarksburg on my way home. I did not use my car at all on Tuesday. Wednesday, I drove it to and from work in Clarksburg. Thursday, it breaks down.
Also, my fuel gauge malfunctions. So, not only do I keep track of when and how much gas I put into the vehicle, I know exactly when it will need gas again. Thursday morning was not time for me to run out of gas. I can go to and from Clarksburg from Monday to Thursday before I hit a quarter of a tank and fill up.
Still, when her mechanic called me on Saturday, he insisted that I must have miscalculated or someone stole my gas because it needed to be filled up for it to work properly again. He did not check to see if anything else was wrong, just that I must be wrong. He drove the car, it broke down again and they had to have it towed back to their shop. They filled it up with new gas, and it runs OK so far. What is ridiculous is that it never dawned on him that it could have been bad gas or water in my tank. The only explanation he had was that I must be wrong or someone stole from me when I live in a secluded area with four other vehicles on the property who still had all of their gas. This made me furious.
I know when I used my car, how many miles, how much gas it takes, etc. Not only to I have to do it for the fuel gauge's sake, but I have to keep tract of my mileage for work. I got the feeling that it was because I was a woman that they treated me this way. He told me I got an "A" for knowing how many cylinders my engine is and my license plate number.
Needless to say, I will not be going back there again, nor will I be filling up my car at the place where the obvious bad gas came from. And given that it is impossible that I'm out of gas in 1.5 days and I was not leaking fluid, that seems like the most likely scenario.
Anddddd The Rest:
I long for the day when I can feel loved and appreciated once more, but until then, sadness and loneliness are my best friends. Nothing I ever do seems good enough, and I do not feel like a positive source of light in a certain someone's life. I feel like I'm being punished, and I don't like it. I feel like I need to speak on this more, but later and in a more secure outlet.
I have three photo shoots booked for the next month. I'm trying not to overwhelm myself, since I do work full-time outside of modeling five days a week, and traveling, even if it's something I enjoy, takes a lot out of me. My most recently booked photoshoot is with Maura Housley. She has shown interest in working with me for a long time now, and I've decided to, finally, make the 3.5-hour trip to Martinsburg to shoot.
Six days until Mountain Glamour.
Two weeks until Gas Oven.
I am still waiting on my Louise Black corset that I ordered at the end of February. If I don't get it next week, I will have to order a made-to-ship replacement garment for my Gas Oven shoot.
The Car:
My car broke down along the side of the highway on my way to work Thursday morning. My dad came to see if we could get it working again or at least try to determine the problem, as it just shut off while I was driving. He even brought me some gas to see if that might help. The vehicle would try to start, sputter and turn off [Note: it would turn over, which would not happen if I was out of gas.]. My step-mom called AAA, and the vehicle was towed. We took it to her mechanic. They were able to get the vehicle to start.
I drove the car to Pittsburgh Monday and filled up my gas tank in Clarksburg on my way home. I did not use my car at all on Tuesday. Wednesday, I drove it to and from work in Clarksburg. Thursday, it breaks down.
Also, my fuel gauge malfunctions. So, not only do I keep track of when and how much gas I put into the vehicle, I know exactly when it will need gas again. Thursday morning was not time for me to run out of gas. I can go to and from Clarksburg from Monday to Thursday before I hit a quarter of a tank and fill up.
Still, when her mechanic called me on Saturday, he insisted that I must have miscalculated or someone stole my gas because it needed to be filled up for it to work properly again. He did not check to see if anything else was wrong, just that I must be wrong. He drove the car, it broke down again and they had to have it towed back to their shop. They filled it up with new gas, and it runs OK so far. What is ridiculous is that it never dawned on him that it could have been bad gas or water in my tank. The only explanation he had was that I must be wrong or someone stole from me when I live in a secluded area with four other vehicles on the property who still had all of their gas. This made me furious.
I know when I used my car, how many miles, how much gas it takes, etc. Not only to I have to do it for the fuel gauge's sake, but I have to keep tract of my mileage for work. I got the feeling that it was because I was a woman that they treated me this way. He told me I got an "A" for knowing how many cylinders my engine is and my license plate number.
Needless to say, I will not be going back there again, nor will I be filling up my car at the place where the obvious bad gas came from. And given that it is impossible that I'm out of gas in 1.5 days and I was not leaking fluid, that seems like the most likely scenario.
Anddddd The Rest:
I long for the day when I can feel loved and appreciated once more, but until then, sadness and loneliness are my best friends. Nothing I ever do seems good enough, and I do not feel like a positive source of light in a certain someone's life. I feel like I'm being punished, and I don't like it. I feel like I need to speak on this more, but later and in a more secure outlet.