So Mr Transmission guy tells me there is nothing wrong with my transmission, that something else is blocking the engine from getting enough power for the shifting...so the guy just pins the throttle until whatever is blocking whatever comes loose and now my car is driving normally again. Awesome?
So after work last night I get home sweet home and am looking forward to some scrabble destruction from the wrong end of a chaingun when I park....and can't turn off my car. The key won't turn backwards to disengage the engine. What the fuck? So I get all the way back out to Spruce and using some third hand mechanical advice, unplug fuses until the car just turns off. Then I unhook the battery to keep it from draining and voila, totally fucked up.
On the bright side, I got to the mechanics bright and early and my car is the first one they looked at because I beat all the appointments in. Early bird gets the car fixins.
SPRUVE, why ya gotta be so mean to me? Also, today is my day off. I was going to go see Terminator: Salvation, which I guess I can still do out here...I don't know. I want my car back by 5:30.
The internet tells me that my problem is something called an actuator rod...we'll see how right that is.
FML.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
Carlamities abound!
Having a house guest for a week was really nice, especially an old friend. I was worried it was going to be emotionally exhausting and kind of terrible, but she's feeling really strong and not broken. I'm glad. And now she moves to France and then Scotland forever. Amazing.
So I'm still here, and I don't know why. Making the most of my time by cleaning my room and dusting. It's a good chance to listen to records so that I can file them. I refuse to actually put them away until they have touched the needle (Exception to this rule: Bruce Willis' Return of Bruno...I just don't want to know, man) so yeah, lots of vinyl today. Three weeks of uneventfulness to go here. le sigh.
ALSO, my car is being a fucking spastic again, only this week it's the transmission that I got replaced last October. What the fuck? So at least it's under a two year warranty, but I don't get to go to work tonight, which I 'm sure sounds like a blessing, but I have to put some money back in my bank account in a serious way.
Awesomely, I drove my car to the Mr. Transmission on Stony Plain Road and had to bus it back. I have no idea which buses go where in this town, so I try to never go too far down any given street. Today I had no choice but to put faith in the sign that said "Downtown" and hope for the best. I was pretty sure it was the wrong bus when we got to 118th ave but then we moved back on up to reasonably close to my apartment and I got off so I could take a stroll through the graveyard. Normally I avoid Zombie Central like the zombie plague, but in the daytime it just looked so pretty and nice. A fine choice.
So they are looking at my car tomorrow at 7 and I hope somehow I will be able to go to work in the evening, but we will see. Let me out.
So I'm still here, and I don't know why. Making the most of my time by cleaning my room and dusting. It's a good chance to listen to records so that I can file them. I refuse to actually put them away until they have touched the needle (Exception to this rule: Bruce Willis' Return of Bruno...I just don't want to know, man) so yeah, lots of vinyl today. Three weeks of uneventfulness to go here. le sigh.
ALSO, my car is being a fucking spastic again, only this week it's the transmission that I got replaced last October. What the fuck? So at least it's under a two year warranty, but I don't get to go to work tonight, which I 'm sure sounds like a blessing, but I have to put some money back in my bank account in a serious way.
Awesomely, I drove my car to the Mr. Transmission on Stony Plain Road and had to bus it back. I have no idea which buses go where in this town, so I try to never go too far down any given street. Today I had no choice but to put faith in the sign that said "Downtown" and hope for the best. I was pretty sure it was the wrong bus when we got to 118th ave but then we moved back on up to reasonably close to my apartment and I got off so I could take a stroll through the graveyard. Normally I avoid Zombie Central like the zombie plague, but in the daytime it just looked so pretty and nice. A fine choice.
So they are looking at my car tomorrow at 7 and I hope somehow I will be able to go to work in the evening, but we will see. Let me out.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
King Khan and the Shrines just blew my fucking mind. I danced, I sweated, and I can't feel my feet.
Holy fucking shit.
Holy fucking shit.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
A collapse; to last until Fall.
Monday night, at the bottom of a depression well, I'm at work and just staring at the wall in the back, as I am wont to do. "Chad, you have visitors."
From Edmonton, the chaingun and Jono have come to rescue me. There is good in the universe, somehow. So I get out of jail free, spend a night in the city and a day reading Heart of Darkness for school, which proves to not be the worst thing in the world. My car is ready at 3:30 and I have mobility again, $444 later. Jesus.
This morning I bring my car back in to Spruce Grove to see its regular mechanics for what should be a one day job. Here I am, at my parents' house, waiting for the phone to ring while my social life collapses on itself 30 minutes away. My car will not be finished today. I will be stuck here for another night. I will have to pay another exorbidant sum for repairs. This car is sucking me dry.
It's time for a major re-evaluation. If I didn't work out here I wouldn't need a car so much. I would save on gas and most likely on maintenance. I would likely be making less money, but I can see these two things balancing out. My life needs to not be garbage. I need to focus on something. I hate Spruce Grove.
From Edmonton, the chaingun and Jono have come to rescue me. There is good in the universe, somehow. So I get out of jail free, spend a night in the city and a day reading Heart of Darkness for school, which proves to not be the worst thing in the world. My car is ready at 3:30 and I have mobility again, $444 later. Jesus.
This morning I bring my car back in to Spruce Grove to see its regular mechanics for what should be a one day job. Here I am, at my parents' house, waiting for the phone to ring while my social life collapses on itself 30 minutes away. My car will not be finished today. I will be stuck here for another night. I will have to pay another exorbidant sum for repairs. This car is sucking me dry.
It's time for a major re-evaluation. If I didn't work out here I wouldn't need a car so much. I would save on gas and most likely on maintenance. I would likely be making less money, but I can see these two things balancing out. My life needs to not be garbage. I need to focus on something. I hate Spruce Grove.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Spruve AGAIN.
So on Friday, after seeing the unbelievably great Star Trek, we're driving home and I notice that, hey, braking is kind of difficult. Like, I'm fully stopped and squeezing the pedal and yet inching forward ever so slightly. Closer examination reveals my car is pissing brake fluid due to some kind of rupture in the brake line. So it's sitting at a garage waiting to be fixed, but since they don't do that kind of thing of Sundays, no one will even look at it til tomorrow morning. So I've got to remember to get up early and phone them so I can have a car again by Tuesday. In the meantime, I'm staying with my parents because work is too far otherwise.
Staying here is typically a death sentence. I moved out for a reason, after all. But there are good things. This morning I woke up and got my bike out of the garage. Fill up the tires, fail at adjusting the rusted seat, and bam, away I go for an hour, revisiting the old trails I called home every summer out here. When I got back home, I decided to repeat the trail again. It felt great, though now I feel more sore than anything. It's good.
I guess I've lost like 13 lbs in the last month or so, which is great, but I'm still a tubby fuck at 190. I'm trying to get closer to 170 this summer, and running will help. But out here I've got a bike and it doesn't require different shoes.
Last night I was very close to falling apart completely. The loss of mobility and freedom, work stuff, and general life stress has been adding up to unbearable levels lately. For one, my dearest friend is coming to visit this Friday for a week before leaving the country permanently for the land of the Scots. It should be a fun filled week, or a week of joyful pain, if it's anything like we used to be. Tears and laughter. But trying to plan around a week of visiting is some high stress shit. I have a car in the shop that I need to get to another shop for all the other maintenance it needs this week, I have a room that has been gutted and purged and halfway organized by the saintly patient ms chaingun, and I'm working every fucking night until Visitor A gets here. Sigh.
As far as the lovey dovey bullshit of late, that I can't give up on. I hid it for way too long to let go of it now. The summer will be interesting and probably end devastatingly, but all I can do now is look at the brick wall we are hurtling towards and count seconds.
Staying here is typically a death sentence. I moved out for a reason, after all. But there are good things. This morning I woke up and got my bike out of the garage. Fill up the tires, fail at adjusting the rusted seat, and bam, away I go for an hour, revisiting the old trails I called home every summer out here. When I got back home, I decided to repeat the trail again. It felt great, though now I feel more sore than anything. It's good.
I guess I've lost like 13 lbs in the last month or so, which is great, but I'm still a tubby fuck at 190. I'm trying to get closer to 170 this summer, and running will help. But out here I've got a bike and it doesn't require different shoes.
Last night I was very close to falling apart completely. The loss of mobility and freedom, work stuff, and general life stress has been adding up to unbearable levels lately. For one, my dearest friend is coming to visit this Friday for a week before leaving the country permanently for the land of the Scots. It should be a fun filled week, or a week of joyful pain, if it's anything like we used to be. Tears and laughter. But trying to plan around a week of visiting is some high stress shit. I have a car in the shop that I need to get to another shop for all the other maintenance it needs this week, I have a room that has been gutted and purged and halfway organized by the saintly patient ms chaingun, and I'm working every fucking night until Visitor A gets here. Sigh.
As far as the lovey dovey bullshit of late, that I can't give up on. I hid it for way too long to let go of it now. The summer will be interesting and probably end devastatingly, but all I can do now is look at the brick wall we are hurtling towards and count seconds.
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