J and I received the settlement for her car debacle. As you may recall, her car’s computer was fried as a result of our previous mechanic’s shoddy work (major wires were pinched, shorts occurred, the car died). It was a big surprise, but the previous mechanic’s insurance company paid up quite quickly.
And so it came that we saw this as an opportunity to celebrate. We’ve not had extra money for going to bars, and we’ve been cleaning out our bodies of toxins, so we thought it might be fun to treat ourselves and go to our favorite local pub for some drinks. Unfortunately, it turns out I enjoy pear vodka a little too much (add some club soda, and it’s the most refreshing summer drink). Today, I am not enjoying the vodka or its effects. Today, I feel like utter shite. I thought vodka was supposed to be less likely to create a hangover, although it may have been the wine we had as a nightcap once we got home that threw me over the edge. All I know is that as we ate dinner, I could no longer keep myself upright. I needed to sleep, and so I did. And now I’m paying the piper, as J’s mom used to say.
While I can deal with a hangover–I’ve had plenty–it’s not so easy to deal with a hangover when one must do things. Today is not the day to have one. My mom, my sister, and my niece are coming for a visit. We are supposed to be going to farmer’s market tonight. I am supposed to be finishing up the cleaning of the house. I am supposed to feel alive and energetic. Instead, I feel like I’m sitting in mud. Ugh.
Anyone have any sure-fire hangover cures? I’ve got the water under control, but what else works for you?
In other news, I popped my first prenatal vitamin in months this morning. I purchased some good ones at our little market yesterday. We’re almost exactly three months out from the beginning of Operation Baby 2008.
Life has calmed down since I last wrote, or rather, my reactions to life have calmed down. We still don’t have J’s car back, but the mechanic has informed us that his lawyer misunderstood his request. In fact, he asked him to send a letter to the former mechanic, not to J. It looks like he might even take payments from us eventually should we need to go that route. Meanwhile, we’re going to contact the former mechanic on our own to see if we can make some headway before scaring them with a lawsuit.
J and I also had a long talk last night about the job she was going to take, and we decided it was not in our best interest for her to take it when they couldn’t promise her anything but part-time work. Since then, we’ve heard from a university where J applied to teach, and she may be getting a couple of classes for the fall. She now has the motivation to apply for other jobs, for even teaching one or two classes would make working in some generic office a lot more palatable. And so her outlook has improved, and this helps us both.
I’m waiting out the summer as I fulfill my obligations to my current job, and then I’m going to find some stellar position doing something I’ll be great at. What that is yet, I do not know.
J and I are both feeling so utterly blah. She’s being swallowed up by PMS and a lot of bad luck. It just sucks. Compounding this is some serious car trouble and potential legal trouble to boot.
Warning: I’m going to rant and complain and bitch and whine now about something completely non-TTC. You are excused from reading should this be of no interest to you. No note from home necessary.
Over a month ago, we were on our way to see my brother graduate from his firefighter officer’s academy when J’s car broke down. We were pulling into a gas station, and everything just died. After a couple of days, the guys at the service station where we broke down concluded that they couldn’t fix it; it was a serious electrical issue. So, we had to do something scary and choose a mechanic out of the phone book. We don’t know anyone here, so it truly was a crap shoot. The one we chose took several days to even look at the car only to find that the computer was blown.
The good news at that time was that it was the fault of the mechanic who conducted the tune up J got before we moved, so they can be held responsible for the repairs. The new mechanic even said he’d help J with it. Fast forward a month (it took nearly three weeks for the guy to fix the problem), and the guy is charging J over a thousand dollars for repairs to a car that is thirteen years old. The mechanic told her he’d help her contact the garage responsible for the problem and that he’d work with his lawyer to recover the charges from that garage. Yesterday in the mail, J received a letter from said attorney who has claimed that his loyalty is to the mechanic, and she needs to pay up now and pursue the matter with the mechanic on her own (or with her own attorney).
This is par for the course with us. We have bad luck with legal matters (don’t get me started on her parents’ probate case, which, after seven years, is still not settled), so the last thing we want to do is tangle with this, This just fucking sucks. Ultimately, we need a new car, but that’s not happening until we have some new jobs.
Oh, and on that front, J was offered a job with a for-profit learning center. When she applied, she applied for a full-time position. They want to offer her a part-time summer job. As though she were a student on break. We’re thinking she’s going to have to turn it down and keep searching. Meanwhile, our bank account is more and more anemic.
I’m so ready for something to go right. No pity, please; I’m just annoyed.