So I was driving down the road on the way to an extra shift in the new department I'm moonlighting in at The Ritz today, feeling pretty good about life and how I'm on the path to saving up for a new vehicle, when BANG! The clutch went out on the Beater with a sound like a gunshot. I think maybe a cable snapped or something?
It turns out you can learn to slip-shift in a matter of seconds if you're on the freeway and facing the prospect of being late to work.
The good and bad news of the day is that New Department was slow and therefore grossly overstaffed, and I was able to leave after just an hour, having called MFA Mechanic and ascertained that he had something for sale that was...well, not in my price-range, exactly, as the current budget for a new vehicle was zero, but within robbing-Peter-to-pay-Paul range, at least. So I slip-shifted my way there, had a look, slip-shifted my way home to clean out the Beater and fetch the title, and slip-shifted back to take possession of...the new MFA Minivan! It's old, it's American, it has an automatic transmission, and I therefore love nothing about it except that it will (presumably) get me to work tomorrow. The MFA Children, at least, are happy, because they did not love squeezing three-abreast into the back seat of the Beater (yes, there were three seatbelts back there, but very little elbow room and someone had to sit in the middle and not have leg-room).
I have a headache, am terrified of how the next month or so will go financially, and picked a horrible time to stop drinking alcohol (my thirty-fifth birthday--I don't think I have A Problem, exactly, but I'd started having a beverage when I was stressed and didn't want it to become a coping mechanism, so I decided to quit drinking for...a while. Not sure how long, exactly). And how are all of YOU?