This just hasn't been my month. On top of all the shit that happened over the past couple days, one of my cats cost me about $150 for some stupid sore on his head, and worse yet, Greg told me he's moving out at the end of the month.
What a fucking pain. As if money wasn't tight enough, now I'm losing my roommate. I've got no one to take his place which means either letting some random stranger move in or just taking the hit. I was able to get some extra money on my cheques from HRDC to help me cover the increase, but it's not nearly enough. It'll be about a $200 increase a month, but my bills went up by more than twice that.
I doubt Greg will ever read this, so I'm going to vent a little. It really pisses me off that he's leaving. He knows how much this fucks me and I specifically asked him to stick around just until school was done. He's told me the reason he's moving is to be closer to work, but fuck that. At most, he'll cut 10-15 minutes off his commute. Big fucking deal. Ugh, I'm so pissed at him about that.
Fuck this shit. I am not having a good month.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Shitty Day
What a fucking shitty day.
I was on my way to school on Monday night, coming down the hill on Canada Way. I stopped at a red light, but my brakes felt a little weird. I thought it might have just been in my head, so I decided to give it a test at the next stop. I gave myself a bunch of room and tried to stop quickly. It still felt weird, so I pressed hard on the brakes and the pedal stuck for a second and then thud, all the way to the floor.
Fuck.
I e-braked all the way home, but by this time, it was too late to really see anything and I decided to wait until the morning to check it out.
The next day I got up bright and early, headed out to my truck, and started looking for leaks in the brake lines. I checked all the wheels and the master cylinder and everything was basically dry. The cylinder had a little bit of moisture, but certainly not an excessive enough amount to be broken. I even put some more fluid in the system and stepped on the brakes just to try and make it freshly wet. I got back under the truck and I still couldn't see anything.
Against my intuition, I decided that it must be the master cylinder and set off to buy a new one. $150 later, I removed the old one and partially installed the new one before heading off to class. While there, I spoke to my buddy Heath and he agreed to come over and help me bleed the system so I could get my truck back on the road.
We head over to my place and I start working on the truck, getting it set-up to bleed. I finally get everything ready and we start. Heath starts to pump the brakes and fluid comes spraying out of a brake line in the middle of the car.
Fuck.
So far I've wasted $150 and my truck is still just as broken as it was when I started. If I'd had someone to help me out when I started, this whole thing could have been avoided, but I don't really have anyone like that down here and especially not on a week day.
After a closer inspection, I discover that this is basically a problem that I won't be able to fix on my own. The broken rubber tube is in a place that I can't get at and I just don't have the facilities or tools for any major repair jobs like this.
I leave it for the night and get up early again today, ready to drive it over to a shop. I called a place and headed over. They inspected, blah, blah, blah, and up comes the estimate. $412 God damn dollars.
Fuck.
I literally have no money now. I should have a cheque coming in the next few days and my line of credit extension should be going through in about the same, but for now I'm completely broke.
What a shitty day.
I was on my way to school on Monday night, coming down the hill on Canada Way. I stopped at a red light, but my brakes felt a little weird. I thought it might have just been in my head, so I decided to give it a test at the next stop. I gave myself a bunch of room and tried to stop quickly. It still felt weird, so I pressed hard on the brakes and the pedal stuck for a second and then thud, all the way to the floor.
Fuck.
I e-braked all the way home, but by this time, it was too late to really see anything and I decided to wait until the morning to check it out.
The next day I got up bright and early, headed out to my truck, and started looking for leaks in the brake lines. I checked all the wheels and the master cylinder and everything was basically dry. The cylinder had a little bit of moisture, but certainly not an excessive enough amount to be broken. I even put some more fluid in the system and stepped on the brakes just to try and make it freshly wet. I got back under the truck and I still couldn't see anything.
Against my intuition, I decided that it must be the master cylinder and set off to buy a new one. $150 later, I removed the old one and partially installed the new one before heading off to class. While there, I spoke to my buddy Heath and he agreed to come over and help me bleed the system so I could get my truck back on the road.
We head over to my place and I start working on the truck, getting it set-up to bleed. I finally get everything ready and we start. Heath starts to pump the brakes and fluid comes spraying out of a brake line in the middle of the car.
Fuck.
So far I've wasted $150 and my truck is still just as broken as it was when I started. If I'd had someone to help me out when I started, this whole thing could have been avoided, but I don't really have anyone like that down here and especially not on a week day.
After a closer inspection, I discover that this is basically a problem that I won't be able to fix on my own. The broken rubber tube is in a place that I can't get at and I just don't have the facilities or tools for any major repair jobs like this.
I leave it for the night and get up early again today, ready to drive it over to a shop. I called a place and headed over. They inspected, blah, blah, blah, and up comes the estimate. $412 God damn dollars.
Fuck.
I literally have no money now. I should have a cheque coming in the next few days and my line of credit extension should be going through in about the same, but for now I'm completely broke.
What a shitty day.
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