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charliesmumWas thinking about the whole 'bright side' thing today.
I've been saying all week that, if I had to get Bronchitis, at least it happened when I wasn't working, and that it was a good thing after all the start to my job got postponed. I was rather proud of the way I Pollyanna'd my way through this.
Go me, I think.
Today was the first day I was feeling more like my old self, and I decided to take advantage of it by going to the supermarket, because I was out of some essentials so off I go.
About 20 minutes later, wheezing slightly, I put my groceries in the car, including triple chocolate ice cream by Bryers because it was on sale for $2.00, and my car won't start. Just sits there clicking at me.
Now this week we managed to scrape up some money, and was able to pay the mortgage, and have some left over, and with me starting work at least money will keep coming in, so I'm thinking we're finally on top of things.
So what happens? $60 for the tow, and $160 for a new battery and labour because my stupid American car takes some stupid special battery that, I don't know, is blessed by monks or something, I have no idea why it has to be different. Grr.
So I'm sitting there, waiting for the tow truck to come as my triple chocolate ice cream melts gently in the boot of the car, and I couldn't help but think, "God hates me." Every time we get on top of something that something slips out from under me.
However, I decided once again to take a page from Pollyanna's book (way better than the movie, by the way) and try put a positive spin on it.
After much reflection I decided that, if the car had to die, at least it happened when we did actually have money in the bank and could actually get it towed and fixed.
Right? Pretty good, don't you think?
I've been saying all week that, if I had to get Bronchitis, at least it happened when I wasn't working, and that it was a good thing after all the start to my job got postponed. I was rather proud of the way I Pollyanna'd my way through this.
Go me, I think.
Today was the first day I was feeling more like my old self, and I decided to take advantage of it by going to the supermarket, because I was out of some essentials so off I go.
About 20 minutes later, wheezing slightly, I put my groceries in the car, including triple chocolate ice cream by Bryers because it was on sale for $2.00, and my car won't start. Just sits there clicking at me.
Now this week we managed to scrape up some money, and was able to pay the mortgage, and have some left over, and with me starting work at least money will keep coming in, so I'm thinking we're finally on top of things.
So what happens? $60 for the tow, and $160 for a new battery and labour because my stupid American car takes some stupid special battery that, I don't know, is blessed by monks or something, I have no idea why it has to be different. Grr.
So I'm sitting there, waiting for the tow truck to come as my triple chocolate ice cream melts gently in the boot of the car, and I couldn't help but think, "God hates me." Every time we get on top of something that something slips out from under me.
However, I decided once again to take a page from Pollyanna's book (way better than the movie, by the way) and try put a positive spin on it.
After much reflection I decided that, if the car had to die, at least it happened when we did actually have money in the bank and could actually get it towed and fixed.
Right? Pretty good, don't you think?
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on 2007-09-22 01:10 am (UTC)Yup, pretty good.
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on 2007-09-22 01:27 am (UTC)no subject
on 2007-09-22 10:29 am (UTC)Here's another bright side: Triple chocolate ice cream is DELICIOUS.
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on 2007-09-24 02:31 am (UTC)