Sigh.
Every time I think I'm going to get ahead... every time I think I'll be able to put some money into savings... something happens. :(
Usually, it's something with my car. And it's not that the beetle is especially troublesome, because this used to happen with the Saturn too.
This time, it's a grinding in my brakes. :( Alex took the beetle to Hackel's VW for me yesterday to have it looked at. Hackel's is a shop that only does VWs and was recommended to me by Meredith who'd taken a Passat that she owned there when she was younger. She said they were very knowledgeable and fair and they didn't give her the girl treatment.
So, the boy took the beetle there. Alex said that the owner was really nice and didn't pressure him into anything. They put the beetle on the lift and showed him that the rear rotors were the problem and that I'd need new rotors and brake pads in the back only and that it would be $315 installed and that it wasn't something that needed to be done immediately but that we should get it taken care of pretty soon.
Sigh.
I'll make an appointment to bring the car in next week to get that done. Until then, I'll have to drive the car around and listen to the grinding when I brake. That sound just cuts right through me... I feel like I'm going to puke every time I hear it. :( But now I know what it is and I know how much it's going to cost me to get it fixed and I'll have it done sometime next week.
But it's still just so frustrating that every time I feel like I'm getting a little ahead I get thrown something like this.
I'm just down lately. I started the job at NY&Co and I'm not lovin' it. I'm not a fan of my actual full-time job, and at the end of the day, all I want to do is go home and search Monster for a new job and work on my resume or just collapse on the couch. I really hate going to the mall and working for another four hours. UGH. And I really hate giving up any of my free time on the weekends.
I have to go there tonight and I'm just not looking forward to it.
I may quit. But I hate the idea of quitting. Carrie pointed out that it really wouldn't make me a "quitter" because it's really a matter of self-preservation. No free time = stressed out crazy me. And I'm not sure that working there is even worth it... I mean, I only make $7 an hour. And it eats away my destressing time. What's $7/hour after taxes anyway? Like nothing.
Sigh. I don't want to be a quitter though. I feel bad. :( I like the manager, Kathy, and I don't want to "let her down" or whatever.
You know, only a girl would continue to do a job that she didn't like because she doesn't want to disappoint someone. I'm dumb.
