And Dances
I did what any self-respecting stressed-out recently fired individual would do this afternoon: called my friends, bitched, boo-hooed and gossiped. (I feel much better.)
And then! AI called in response to a message I left her and gave me The Word. The place where she gets her car worked on is looking for office help. So tomorrow, I will *leap* out of bed and call them and go visit them and fill out an application/interview/answer questions--whatever. I know where the place is, it's not hard to get to, and OMG. That. would. be. PERFECT.
After all, I've been a self-acknowledged car slut since I was knee-high to a hubcap. I still remember the green and white Pontiac Dad had...this was the *very* early '60s...then came the white Ford Galaxy, the 1964 Dodge Dart (black--that was the one we wrecked in Ohio), replaced by the 1968 Plymouth Fury II (dark green)--that's just the list til 1974! Those are just a few of my Dad's cars...after he retired, he got friendly with a guy who had an auto body shop and started acquiring cars all over the place. I think at one point, we had five or six roosting around here at the same time.
My cars--first car ever in my name was a Datsun F-10. Very claustrophobic. I briefly owned a Corvair, which I sold to my Dad for parts for *his* Corvair. (One of the things I did with the proceeds was to buy a self-correcting electric typewriter.) I owned a gorgeous 1960 Studebaker Silver Hawk, which I couldn't get insurance on and sold at a loss. And then there was Leroy*: a 1971 Buick Centurion convertible with a 455 V8, a 4-barrel carb, leg room, head room, power *everything* and a gas tank that would swallow Kuwait. I loved that car. The tranny went out, and it was just easier and cheaper to pick up something smaller and more fuel-efficient. *le sigh* Had a very good relationship with my little Subaru Justy for several years, and now I'm nursing along my Honda Accord LX.... (230K miles and starting to show it--another reason a job at a service center would be A Good Thing.)
It's pretty plain if you've read "Clockwork Mexico"--I couldn't write Kate and do her justice if I weren't that way myself. (http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2244540/1/) I *do* drool over cars I see in passing--I've been known to carry a camera with me and snap pictures of custom VW bugs, good paint jobs, even drop-dead chrome wheels. So this potential career change excites me.
And you never know...there might even be some interesting eligible men involved--!
*Named Leroy because it was brown, of course!
And then! AI called in response to a message I left her and gave me The Word. The place where she gets her car worked on is looking for office help. So tomorrow, I will *leap* out of bed and call them and go visit them and fill out an application/interview/answer questions--whatever. I know where the place is, it's not hard to get to, and OMG. That. would. be. PERFECT.
After all, I've been a self-acknowledged car slut since I was knee-high to a hubcap. I still remember the green and white Pontiac Dad had...this was the *very* early '60s...then came the white Ford Galaxy, the 1964 Dodge Dart (black--that was the one we wrecked in Ohio), replaced by the 1968 Plymouth Fury II (dark green)--that's just the list til 1974! Those are just a few of my Dad's cars...after he retired, he got friendly with a guy who had an auto body shop and started acquiring cars all over the place. I think at one point, we had five or six roosting around here at the same time.
My cars--first car ever in my name was a Datsun F-10. Very claustrophobic. I briefly owned a Corvair, which I sold to my Dad for parts for *his* Corvair. (One of the things I did with the proceeds was to buy a self-correcting electric typewriter.) I owned a gorgeous 1960 Studebaker Silver Hawk, which I couldn't get insurance on and sold at a loss. And then there was Leroy*: a 1971 Buick Centurion convertible with a 455 V8, a 4-barrel carb, leg room, head room, power *everything* and a gas tank that would swallow Kuwait. I loved that car. The tranny went out, and it was just easier and cheaper to pick up something smaller and more fuel-efficient. *le sigh* Had a very good relationship with my little Subaru Justy for several years, and now I'm nursing along my Honda Accord LX.... (230K miles and starting to show it--another reason a job at a service center would be A Good Thing.)
It's pretty plain if you've read "Clockwork Mexico"--I couldn't write Kate and do her justice if I weren't that way myself. (http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2244540/1/) I *do* drool over cars I see in passing--I've been known to carry a camera with me and snap pictures of custom VW bugs, good paint jobs, even drop-dead chrome wheels. So this potential career change excites me.
And you never know...there might even be some interesting eligible men involved--!
*Named Leroy because it was brown, of course!