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Good day. Work - not so much. Boring as HELL. Made a whopping
$60. I'm still in my work clothes because I'm too lazy to take
them off and throw on my sweats. Ew, I have to take them off
though, this is gross having them on. Hold on...
aahh...I love my Aeropostale. God, I would do anything for a
good avocado right now. I'm fucking starving.
Anyway, my day. I worked a whole lot of shit out with my car.
I've been de-death-trapping it. This mechanic jumped my car
in front of all the others in line to help me with my oil. I
have to tell you, being a girl really has its advantages sometimes.
I am entirely sure that was the reason he changed my oil, fixed
my transmission, put in all the fluids, and filled all my tires
with more air for only $27 overall. I don't mind. If my being
a girl can get me that, I will not complain.
So, that's the good news. My car is no longer evil and drives
much better. No Deathtrap. Yay! Still, I will be selling the
car soon enough, so keep your eyes and ears out for that.
I was thinking about mechanics today. I mean, between all the
guys at the body shop and the men at the two different gas stations
I went to to get my oil changed quickly, I found myself pretty
intrigued by them. I mean, they all looked very similar - faces
smeared with grease, hair dirty, clothes torn and covered with
brown and black splotches. They all had a thick Boston accent,
and they all seemed to love what they do. Their jobs are straight-forward.
They KNOW cars. They know everything about them, and they can
all build them from scratch if they needed to. You tell them
something subtle that's wrong like a weird sound it makes or
a strange smell, and they can find some tiny little piece out
of place way up in the bottom of the car somewhere you didn't
know existed. They work with all this fine machinery, and they
make it better. It's like they're doctors of cars. They heal
them like any doctor heals a body. They make sure all the parts
are working together, make sure there are no bruises or bumps.
They know when the car is getting sick and tired, they know
how to bring its energy back up. They are medicine men, they
are witch doctors, they are surgeons, they are healers. These
men all had so much pride. They are true problem solvers. There
is no problem with your car that they won't understand. When
they tell you what's wrong with your car, they seem so proud
that they were able to locate that problem. It's like it was
some challenge for them, and they conquered it with flying colors.
They just know cars. I admired them so much for having
such a keen ability that gives them a lifelong career. They
are mechanics, and they make our lives easier.
I finally got my lazy ass to the gym and worked every inch of
my body so hard that I'm going to have a hard time walking tomorrow.
It was worth it. I'm going to feel very strong.
Anyway, I have a lot to do tomorrow. I have so much I've been
meaning to write and so little time. Tomorrow is my first day
off in a long time. I'm so excited. |
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