Today, I got the worst.news.ever.
Really.
My car had been making this really pitiful whining noise whenever I turned my wheel lately. It's always been kind of whiny but lately the noise was more intense and accompanied by a gross burnt-rubbery smell whenever I turned the car off, so I knew it was time to bring it down to the shop.
We have pretty much one shop in Williamstown (monopoly?) so I brought it there hoping that it ws something insignificant, like I'd have to replace the power steering fluid. They gave me a call a little while ago to deliver the damage:
I have to get my steering rack replaced. It is going to cost EIGHT HUNDRED DOLLARS.
I literally felt like I was going to cry. In psychology, we learn all this dribble about how people with more money aren't really happier; when people win the lottery they, overall, aren't really happier than anyone else.
I say, that's bullshit. If I won the lottery, I'd be much happier, all the time. Similarly, when I find out I'm losing EIGHT HUNDRED DOLLARS, I fall into a deep depression. I might be shallow. I might be materialistic. But it's not even like I was going to use that money to buy all sorts of meaningless shit or anything. I work really hard for my money (I have three jobs!) and I'm really proud of it; I kind of like just hoarding it up and seeing it and being pleased.
So I thought about it, and I know what I have to do.
I have to sell the boots.
It's the most heartbreaking thing in the whole world, but I DO still need to make some more purchases (like my Express skinny jeans I've been eyeing) to justify even keeping the boots at all and to make them even remotely useful, and I just feel super guilty now.
I don't know if I can bring myself to do it, and I've technically already worn them (I mean...I've tried them on....er....), so I'm not sure if I can even do it. But basically the really cute fall I was looking forward to with constant trips to the Apple Barn, and new fall clothes, and celebrating L.'s and my One Year Anniversary with an exorbitantly and unnecessarily extravagant dinner/night of amazingness looks like it might not happen now.
I was going to write about my golf lesson with Drew today, but now I'm too depressed. I will relay one conversation:
(While learning shots with the sand wedge in the sand trap)
Drew: Keep your head down. Keep your head down. Keep your head down.
Me: I think you guys should have to keep your heads down so you can't see how much I suck at this!
Really.
My car had been making this really pitiful whining noise whenever I turned my wheel lately. It's always been kind of whiny but lately the noise was more intense and accompanied by a gross burnt-rubbery smell whenever I turned the car off, so I knew it was time to bring it down to the shop.
We have pretty much one shop in Williamstown (monopoly?) so I brought it there hoping that it ws something insignificant, like I'd have to replace the power steering fluid. They gave me a call a little while ago to deliver the damage:
I have to get my steering rack replaced. It is going to cost EIGHT HUNDRED DOLLARS.
I literally felt like I was going to cry. In psychology, we learn all this dribble about how people with more money aren't really happier; when people win the lottery they, overall, aren't really happier than anyone else.
I say, that's bullshit. If I won the lottery, I'd be much happier, all the time. Similarly, when I find out I'm losing EIGHT HUNDRED DOLLARS, I fall into a deep depression. I might be shallow. I might be materialistic. But it's not even like I was going to use that money to buy all sorts of meaningless shit or anything. I work really hard for my money (I have three jobs!) and I'm really proud of it; I kind of like just hoarding it up and seeing it and being pleased.
So I thought about it, and I know what I have to do.
I have to sell the boots.
It's the most heartbreaking thing in the whole world, but I DO still need to make some more purchases (like my Express skinny jeans I've been eyeing) to justify even keeping the boots at all and to make them even remotely useful, and I just feel super guilty now.
I don't know if I can bring myself to do it, and I've technically already worn them (I mean...I've tried them on....er....), so I'm not sure if I can even do it. But basically the really cute fall I was looking forward to with constant trips to the Apple Barn, and new fall clothes, and celebrating L.'s and my One Year Anniversary with an exorbitantly and unnecessarily extravagant dinner/night of amazingness looks like it might not happen now.
I was going to write about my golf lesson with Drew today, but now I'm too depressed. I will relay one conversation:
(While learning shots with the sand wedge in the sand trap)
Drew: Keep your head down. Keep your head down. Keep your head down.
Me: I think you guys should have to keep your heads down so you can't see how much I suck at this!
Ahhhhh!!! A similar experience happened to me in college and it was AWFUL! Did you try flirting? Or crying? I got $200 knocked off the price of one of my car dramas when I started crying in the shop. JUST DON'T SELL THOSE BEAUTIFUL BOOTS!!
ReplyDeleteGood luck!
Haha well it's a husband and wife owned shop, and the husband does the repairs while the wife handles customers. If she were really bored in her marriage maybe I could try flirting...? Ha!
ReplyDeleteAs for crying, I never thought it would work. When I get pulled over I always try to be pleasant and cooperative...and I STILL always get tickets! And all the women I know who cry when they get pulled over have all gotten off with warnings. I think you're onto something, Melissa....