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How is this for "Kick you in the crotch, spit on your neck fantastic!"?
...drove an hour to catch up wtih a friend today for lunch and on the drive back having just left and gotten a couple miles down the road, the engine in my car (1996 Saab 900 with 250,000K miles on it) blows up.
After a $250 tow back home I walk in the house to find a message telling me that I got the job I interviewed for on Monday and could I please start tomorrow.
I returned that phone call to explain my present situation with follow up information in the morning.
What aboslutely slays me is that this "job" I was offered is a simple, factory job which in my entire life I would never deign to consider. Having been cut off from the parents and needing to generate some sort of income, I thought "Hey - lots of people do this. I could do this. I could be one of the hoi polloi" and so decided to forego being a dilletants and join the working rank and file.
Then, the day before I entusiastically embark on my new, humble undertaking, the engine in my car blows up.
Is this a sign? What to make of it. Just dumb luck, bad timing?
The kicker is - I could buy a car from a friend and incur more debt in so doing. OR - I could go back to the parents I have just successfully set distance from and ask them to borrow the old, extra car that is kept for friends and neighbors to borrow at no charge.
What would you do? What do you suggest I do?
Thanks! - Chris
...drove an hour to catch up wtih a friend today for lunch and on the drive back having just left and gotten a couple miles down the road, the engine in my car (1996 Saab 900 with 250,000K miles on it) blows up.
After a $250 tow back home I walk in the house to find a message telling me that I got the job I interviewed for on Monday and could I please start tomorrow.
I returned that phone call to explain my present situation with follow up information in the morning.
What aboslutely slays me is that this "job" I was offered is a simple, factory job which in my entire life I would never deign to consider. Having been cut off from the parents and needing to generate some sort of income, I thought "Hey - lots of people do this. I could do this. I could be one of the hoi polloi" and so decided to forego being a dilletants and join the working rank and file.
Then, the day before I entusiastically embark on my new, humble undertaking, the engine in my car blows up.
Is this a sign? What to make of it. Just dumb luck, bad timing?
The kicker is - I could buy a car from a friend and incur more debt in so doing. OR - I could go back to the parents I have just successfully set distance from and ask them to borrow the old, extra car that is kept for friends and neighbors to borrow at no charge.
What would you do? What do you suggest I do?