January 10, 2012
I see a bad moon rising...
This is the face of someone leaving for their commute an entire hour early. Don't I look amused?
Yesterday was fraught with car trouble. Little Red, the freshest Jeep on the block, overheated on the way to work. This was the third time that this has happened in two weeks. I suspected that I had a small leak in the line that delivers coolant to the engine - so I had been replacing the coolant, intending to take care of the problem...some time...soonish.
This was not a good plan apparently.
After buying and pouring in ANOTHER container of coolant, and hopping back on the road, Little Red immediately overheated again. This was the point where I thought, "I'd better pull over." So I pulled off the very last exit before a $2 toll. While at a stop light, my warning light switched off. I thought, "Brilliant! The coolant is working!" proceeded to do a U-turn to get back on 95.
Immediately my light goes on.
I thought, "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck."
Well, let's get real, I yelled, "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!"
So, after paying a toll, I pull off the highway for the third time and threw in the proverbial towel. Clearly, I was not going to Boston.
What followed was...
A tow truck -
An unexpected visit at the parentals' house -
Working from said parentals' house. Pros - endless supply off coffee brought directly to me (Thanks Mom! Can I hire you to provide the same service at my office?), Cons Murder She Wrote and Bonanza playing in the background which caused me to lose focus and marvel at the truly terrible dialogue -
Attending two meetings via conference call on my crappy cell phone where all of my coworkers sounded like they were speaking to me from another dimension -
Wanting to stab myself in the eye during said meetings -
Then I received the most fun phone call of the day.
"Really, I need a new radiator?"
"How much is that going to cost?"
"No sooner than noon TOMORROW?"
Thus, why it is 7:16AM and I have already been awake for over two hours and I'm sitting on a train. Not cool.
Last night at open mic, I met a hippie-chick belly dance teacher who had also experienced car troubles yesterday. She blamed it on the full moon. I don't know if there is any weight to that whatsoever - but I'll give a shake of my fist towards the sky anyways.
In other news I drank two, very deserved, glasses of wine last night, and adding to my crankiness I have a total mini wine hangover headache this morning. When did I become so lame-sauce with a side of lame-en-ade?