letters from the mire #1:
I wanted to wait until tomorrow for this entry, but I need to write now.
I’m back at my parents’ house for an overnight stay to do laundry, catch up on job searching and to get my car out of the shop tomorrow, finally.
Normally, I’d be extremely happy about that, but two things are dampening my elation:
1. My mother’s ‘I think you should stay in your own town in that heap until you can afford something better during tax season" and "when are you gonna get tyres for that thing?" talk. Maybe it’s because I’m so good at keeping my mouth shut, but I don’t think she fully grasps how hard it was just to get the funds for this particular car repair. Anywhere I work after this place is gonna be way further away than where I am, so staying put isn’t an option.
2. My mechanic took it upon himself to go somewhere and buy parts. This is bad, because normally, we just buy the parts and bring it to him. I managed to find the two parts we needed for less than 100 dollars, but wherever he went is bound to have cost twice that. His labour will be about the same. I’m afraid that I’m gonna end up at his shop tomorrow too short on cash to claim the car. I just hope he has mercy upon me.
In any case, there’s nothing I can do about those things right now, so I’m praying to alleviate the worry. At least I won’t be a prisoner in my own home anymore.
My room mate is going away for a course for two weeks to improve her ministry. For the first time, I"ll have the house completely to myself, and this is good. It will be an excellent opportunity to work on my sleep schedule (which is wonky because of my previous job and staying up until 2 am talking to her), my diet (no more ice cream brought in!) and my fitness. I’ve decided I’m running in a 5K 15 September, and I’ve only got 6 weeks left to train. Many young folks would think about having house guests over. I have no interest in that. If anything, the only thing I want to do when I get the car back is go out, have a drink and dance.
My bank and I have a payment arrangement I won’t be able to follow-through on now that I’m not working (again) . They’re gonna have to close that account and report it to Chex Systems. I didn’t want this, but this seems inevitable.
I’m calling my welfare case worker and reapplying for cash assistance, at least for September (it’s too late for August).
I hope tomorrow is the first step on the road to recovery.
Yeah, was a time when that mechanic would have had to eat that part (I mean absorb the cost). I mean they had to get permission before proceeding and provide a pretty damn educated ballpark cost. I mean there was a law that covered it. I’m a little surprised at how those things work in Michigan now, almost impossible to ask without someone going off about what kind of phuck-tard Synder is or isn’t. Ryn; Yep. Famial fealty, what’re ya gonna do, right? Back in the day this used to be a great area for a jazz maniac. I caught Miles, for instance, on campus touring for the Bitchs Brew album must have been 67 maybe 68, Yeah, I was kid — nothing subtle about presence or the progressive inherent quality of the music, I think I would have understood as an infant; at eight years old it might as well have been a tattoo. I don’t know how any of that works around here anymore, the proximity to Detroit doesn’t mean a damn thing, Detroit isn’t even close to Detroit. The MSU students don’t seem interested in innovation. I– I don’t know man.
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^^^ Um, that “man” was more a figure of speech than a gender thing.
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