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January 2023
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Be my luck

This post is purely down to my dearest Rainbow Oreo.

I jerked awake to the alarm clock this morning. I’d been having a nightmare. In it, my aunt? someone was like a detective after a serial killer and we’d just found some of his bodies and one of the skulls had a note in its mouth. The killer was coming after my aunt. We were booby trapping a house (that as like a mashup of my house and the house I grew up in) because we were sure the killer was coming. The traps were made out of metal bits and wet glue. It was really crazy. Right as I woke up, we heard someone creep into the house and we were dialing 911.

I remember a lot of water and wet toxic glue. The bodies had been pulled out of a swamp. It was so awful. Such a creepy dream. Heres hoping for better ones tonight.

(Rainbow Oreo, the lyric is from Capital Cities “Safe & Sound”

all the people on the street

I have a sad story that culminates in a flat tire. A flat tire that I was sure had something wrong with it before it went flat, so much so that I took it to the dealership (where I bought the tires) and said, “I think there is a problem, can you please look because I don’t want to drive on it until it’s checked out.” They told me everything was fine so I drove to work the next day. I got to work fine, despite freaking out that the tire was still shaking/vibrating and making the flap flap flap noise. I had just gotten on the freeway to go home though when the tire popped.

At that point I was very shocked and disturbed. It seemed weird to me that I noticed a problem, had it checked out, and then the tire went flat. I pulled over, called roadside assistance (like AAA), called the dealership to make ANOTHER appointment. Then the guy came to change my tire. He was very suspicious when I told him it was a new tire. He was very surprised when I told him I’d gone to the dealership yesterday and had been told that there was nothing wrong with my tire. He told me that it looked like my tire had been damaged and possibly plugged and the plug had blown. I told him no way because I just bought these tires new.

Once he was done, I called the dealership back and asked to talk to a manager because at this point I was very upset. I explained the situation and how now I was going to lose a deposit I had at another dealership on a car for Bear and the manager was very dismissive of the idea that my tire problem might have had anything to do with him or his dealership or his mechanics. At some point I started yelling and he ended up giving me a rental and taking my car. When I was called to let me know the car was ready and had a new tire, I asked about my visit on Monday. I was told that there was “no way I could have been driving with a hole in my tire” so clearly I just picked up something that caused a largish round hole. I will share the picture tomorrow.

I argued with the guy when I went to pick up my car and got told a lot of bullshit that made me feel like a child. “The probability is that you ran over something.” “You clearly just want me to say that my guys did something wrong.” “The vibration and noise is unlikely to have had anything to do with the fact that the tire popped and went flat.” “There was no light on when you brought the car in on Monday.” “There’s a little sensor on the rim of the tire, if something had been wrong with your tire, the light would have gone on.” This would have been the end of the story. The manager at this dealership is kind of a jerk, they didn’t pay attention to the fact that there was something wrong with my car because there wasn’t a light that told them something was wrong, I ended up not having to lose work or pay for the rental myself. I walked away. My car isn’t vibrating/shaking/making noise. I had 2 really shitty days, but that’s life.

Last night I go to get the mail and in it is a letter from our dealership. It contains the bill sheet thing that has the writeup from the Tuesday night to Wednesday night time frame when they had my car, including the manager’s write up of the fact that he provided a rental and road hazard replaced the tire and “% is that customer picked something up on the freeway”. Taped to the bill sheet was $40 in gift cards to a gas station and $20 in gift cards to a coffee shop. Handwritten was a note that said something like “Sorry for the inconvenience.” I can’t make out the signature to know whether it was the manager. I know it wasn’t the service rep that dealt with me when I bought the tires. It makes me feel dirty and stupid all over again.

Now I’ve written out the whole incident. Written up a timeline that I shared with one of my uncles who is of the opinion that the dealership screwed something up. I’ve gotten their write up of the incident and now I’m posting it here for posterity. I feel sick and angry all over again just writing this. I also have a tiny bit of me that feels guilty because I did yell. There IS a chance that correlation in this case isn’t causation and I upset other people for something that they didn’t do. It’s a whole mess and I’m hoping now it’s really over. I also hope I don’t need to state that I’m never going back there.

(Rainbow Oreo, the title is from the song I Hate Everyone by Get Set Go)

sunny side of the street

I’m going to try that post every day in November thing for Linda. Because we both have new jobs and we don’t get to talk nearly enough anymore and I miss and love her.

I’ve had a really crap week, but the hugest highlight has been that Bear got his driving license and got a car. It’s a white 2010 Acura TL. It’s so pretty and it drives so nicely. I’m almost jealous, but Bear is really awesome about sharing his toys with me.

It’s a little pricey, having a new driver on the insurance and a new car payment and a car that takes premium gas, but it’s such a HUGE HUGE improvement in terms of quality of life for Bear and myself that the cost is the tiniest blip. I’m usually the one that worries about finances in our family, but Bear is worrying more than me.

Bear also drove on the freeway to his work this morning. He did a fantastic job and we were at his work in no time, obeying all traffic laws and safety precautions. I love Bear driving. He’s so serious and concentrated and the more I get used to having someone else drive me, the more I relax. Recently I think I’ve been annoying him just because I want to chit chat with him while he’s driving but he’s still new enough that he needs me to not distract him except for navigation stuff like “right turn coming up”. Today he’ll drive us to pick up his new car and we’ll eat dinner with our very awesome neighbors and tomorrow is Friday. I can’t wait.

When I’m employed

Bear remarked the other day that I haven’t updated the blog in awhile. I figure if he-who-never-visits noticed that I haven’t blogged, then something really needed to be done.

So, big news first: I have a job. It’s so exciting. I haven’t started yet, so it gets to be exciting without a paycheck or a commute or co-workers (good and bad). I’ve told this to a lot of people lately, but I’ll say it here too. I like having a job. I’m the kind of person who does better when she has somewhere to go and jobs to do. I do better under pressure. If I have all the time in the world, I never ever have enough time. I don’t know how, but I have LESS time now to go get groceries than I did while I was getting my MS. Speaking of!!! They mailed my diploma. It was kinda weird getting it in the mail. I literally looked at it and was like, why do I have two of these? Not the degree itself, but the paper. It’s kinda silly. I think I got over certificates when I was in the 4th grade.

Ok. I don’t know where that came from.


So anyways, I will soon be contributing to the household again, this time in a more significant fashion. I’m excited. I’m also excited about work. I’m excited about having a new place to make a wee little home in. I don’t get a cubicle, I’m not excited about that, but I’ll get over it.

So actually, nothing has changed with me. Stuff will, but other than feeling about 50x better, nothing has. I’ve been playing with Goldilocks (little grandson who is visiting his grandma, Left), playing with fountain pens and ink. I still knit. I still play on my computer.

Bear rebuilt my computer for me. Actually, I have a picture:

That picture was taken right after Bear put the new innards into the case. It’s all pretty and spiffy. There’s some dust now. This is what I get for not posting for two months.

I also have a new scarf:

(Apparently I don’t have pictures of the finished scarf. Enjoy these inprogress pictures:)

(RIGHT after I took that picture, the stupid tube of chapstick fell. OF COURSE.)

I also knit myself a hat. I used the same yarn that I had in the fingerless mittens from the previous post. It wasn’t enough yarn to make an entire hat, so I supplemented with some white yarn to make a striped hat. I think it’s lovely, but I don’t have pictures of that either. I’ve also spun some yarn! So apparently I have been productive the last 3 months. I just was mopey and didn’t blog. Weird to only realize that now.

Ok. I’ll be back with a more coherent post at some point. Probably with pictures of the finished scarf and the hat and some other stuff.

Oh. Bear and I also took  a honeymoon. (4 years after we got married!) It was a fantastic few days.