Miscellany And Whatever
Aug. 18th, 2008 12:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
exhilarationWell I think all my stuff is fixed now.
Broad statement, yes, I know. But it kind of seems to cover pretty much everything that's been going on.
So, my internet wasn't working. My speakers weren't working. Speakers on the laptop were fine, my SOUND SYSTEM was what was being buggy. That and my wireless, I mean, come on, really? I took my whole set up apart and put everything back together - no help. Tried some "process of elimination" type trials - thought maybe it was an electrical problem or something. That's really not my thing. Computers? Networks? Yes. Electrical stuff? No. Called Bevan. He came over to trouble shoot with me. He's pretty good with computers. Neither of us could figure out exactly what the problem was. He brought over a big box of spare electronics. I have a similar box. We re-wired and switched things around for a few hours. It was pretty fucking frustrating, and to top it all off, neither of us really figured out what was wrong. But the wireless works again, and so does the sound system, everything's just... put together a little differently.
I hate those kinds of solutions. They're completely unsatisfying. I'd rather figure out the problem and fix it from there. In fact, I'd almost prefer to find out the problem and realize it can't be fixed than be reduced to trying random things and just seeing what happens.
And I think there seems to be an intermittent in my power chord for the laptop. This hasn't been causing any of the above problems, but I kind of discovered it while trouble shooting. I never really noticed that my laptop doesn't always know it's plugged in. This could turn out to be a bigger problem than it is now. But whatever, I'll deal with that when it comes up.
Moving on. My car. My car is registered.
My car isn't insured. The tail lights are still smashed. It still needs a couple thousand dollars worth of repairs. But it is registered. Yay, step one!
So, I called Bevan to see if he could come over and help me with my computer issues. He said okay. We fiddled with the computers for hours on end. We watched a movie once everything was working again, kind of just because and kind of just to make sure everything was really working and would stay that way. We were not drinking!
And no, this doesn't end with "and then we hooked up."
Pretty much, it seems my house ate his car keys. Like I said, we were not drinking so it's not that either of us was drunk and somehow the keys went missing and we'll never know how because we were drunk. That could happen, I'm sure, but in this instance, it most certainly did not. But by this point it was about three in the morning and so Bevan just slept over (on my couch!) and figured the keys had to be somewhere and we'd find them the next day.
We did not find them the next day.
We moved EVERYTHING. And before anyone makes any assumptions here, my house is actually pretty clean. I know, I talk a lot about how messy I am, but a lot of that was related to me being extremely busy with having two jobs and all. Now I only have one job. And Erica seems to be less inclined to spend so much time with me, so... yeah. I've had plenty of time to clean up. There really aren't piles of clutter around my computer room for keys to disappear into.
So I was like, well, there is my car, but, it's totally illegal.
Oh well, apparently. So we drove my car to his house (I chickened out on driving, yes I did, I really did. I haven't driven more than just down the street in over a year and I was never a good driver to begin with, and when suddenly faced with the prospect of driving with another person watching me I kind of freaked out a little. So, there you have it, I am too pussy to drive my own car) with the idea that we could find spare keys to his car there.
Now, Bevan lives in his dad's basement. So I've seen... yeah, his basement. Has it's own entrance, and it's own bathroom. I've never been in the rest of the house. I've never met his dad. I got to see the rest of the house. And I met his dad. His dad felt inclined to ask Bevan what was "wrong" with me when I was in a different room. YEAH MY FAVORITEST THING TO OVERHEAR, RIGHT?
Bevan's dad was either drunk or stupid or both. We had a very awkward and stupid conversation that was just completely wtf. None of it even made sense to me. I can't even repeat any of it, it was just too... weird and wtf. I kept waiting for Bevan to look over at me like, don't mind him or sorry or whatever, but, no. And even afterwards, there was no comment on the totally bizarre conversation. Aaaaannnddd, there was no key to the car. If there ever was a spare set of keys, there isn't anymore, at least, not in either of their possessions.
Then it was back to my house to continue to look. And no, we did not get pulled over driving an unregistered and half smashed car. AMAZINGLY. The keys had to be somewhere, right? THEYRE NOT. And so, the phonecalls: it seems that Bevan can not take the car to the dealership and have a new key made, because the car is not in his name, it's in his brother's name and his brother is out of the country (military, I guess?). He can't get a key made at all because the car isn't in his name. The only thing he can do is replace the whole ignition, which, for obvious reasons, is not really a great idea.
And then, some more phonecalls down the road, and we drive to his friend's friend's friend the mechanic, who puts some shady stickers on my car, so it's, kind of, sorta registered, and hammers out the back end so the trunk shuts and replaces the bulbs so the tail lights work, even if they're still shattered.
My car, it is ghetto, yes it is. But it's a little closer to legal. I get points for that, right?
Supposedly a registration card will show up in the mail in 3-5 days. For now I'm kinda-sorta-cool with Bevan driving my car around. I think it's a little more legal for him to drive it - he has car insurance, I think that counts even if what he's driving isn't his? Because if his car wasn't in his name either - yeah. I think that's mostly okay... but WHERE ARE THEY FUCKING KEYS?
So, I painted my kitchen cabinets. They're in my living room. You know, not attached to the wall. My kitchen is all upside down right now. When I moved back down here it was about halfway finished. I had the guy John (a waiter at my restaurant) take the cabinets down, and I sanded and painted them aqua, and also I put the tiles along the wall under where the cabinets go. (I did the tiles in my upstairs bathroom, too. I'm awesome like that.) I have a roll of linoleum to put on the floor to replace the old nasty linoleum, and John said he'd do that for me when he has a free day. But I still need to replace the oven (doesn't work) and the fridge (is a half-sized dorm fridge) and I'm out of money. I don't have any more. It's all spent.
In two weeks I will have the final word on the other house. I am crossing my fingers that everything will work out. If it doesn't, I think I'm totally screwed over. If it does, everything will be completely fine.
I wish I had another job. I feel like a total lazy-ass loser who gets drunk every night and wakes up hungover every morning. Grown up, responsible people don't do that shit because they have jobs to go to in the morning. I'd do that too, if I had an actual job. And I think that's pretty much impossible. Not without a car. But until I have the money to really fix the car (I can't keep driving it the way it is, it'll just fall apart on me) I certainly can't get a job. And without a job, I don't know where the money for the car is going to come from.
I had a long talk with my manager Vicky at the restaurant. She said some nice things to me about me being the best hostess she has working for her and how she'll give me as many hours as I want come fall. Which is nice but, those hours would have to coordinate with someone who can give me a ride each day, and I just don't know if working there full time will even be enough money. I'm not sure how it can be.
I hate money. Not having it is the bane of my existence.
And, wtf, house, why did you eat Bevan's keys?
Broad statement, yes, I know. But it kind of seems to cover pretty much everything that's been going on.
So, my internet wasn't working. My speakers weren't working. Speakers on the laptop were fine, my SOUND SYSTEM was what was being buggy. That and my wireless, I mean, come on, really? I took my whole set up apart and put everything back together - no help. Tried some "process of elimination" type trials - thought maybe it was an electrical problem or something. That's really not my thing. Computers? Networks? Yes. Electrical stuff? No. Called Bevan. He came over to trouble shoot with me. He's pretty good with computers. Neither of us could figure out exactly what the problem was. He brought over a big box of spare electronics. I have a similar box. We re-wired and switched things around for a few hours. It was pretty fucking frustrating, and to top it all off, neither of us really figured out what was wrong. But the wireless works again, and so does the sound system, everything's just... put together a little differently.
I hate those kinds of solutions. They're completely unsatisfying. I'd rather figure out the problem and fix it from there. In fact, I'd almost prefer to find out the problem and realize it can't be fixed than be reduced to trying random things and just seeing what happens.
And I think there seems to be an intermittent in my power chord for the laptop. This hasn't been causing any of the above problems, but I kind of discovered it while trouble shooting. I never really noticed that my laptop doesn't always know it's plugged in. This could turn out to be a bigger problem than it is now. But whatever, I'll deal with that when it comes up.
Moving on. My car. My car is registered.
My car isn't insured. The tail lights are still smashed. It still needs a couple thousand dollars worth of repairs. But it is registered. Yay, step one!
So, I called Bevan to see if he could come over and help me with my computer issues. He said okay. We fiddled with the computers for hours on end. We watched a movie once everything was working again, kind of just because and kind of just to make sure everything was really working and would stay that way. We were not drinking!
And no, this doesn't end with "and then we hooked up."
Pretty much, it seems my house ate his car keys. Like I said, we were not drinking so it's not that either of us was drunk and somehow the keys went missing and we'll never know how because we were drunk. That could happen, I'm sure, but in this instance, it most certainly did not. But by this point it was about three in the morning and so Bevan just slept over (on my couch!) and figured the keys had to be somewhere and we'd find them the next day.
We did not find them the next day.
We moved EVERYTHING. And before anyone makes any assumptions here, my house is actually pretty clean. I know, I talk a lot about how messy I am, but a lot of that was related to me being extremely busy with having two jobs and all. Now I only have one job. And Erica seems to be less inclined to spend so much time with me, so... yeah. I've had plenty of time to clean up. There really aren't piles of clutter around my computer room for keys to disappear into.
So I was like, well, there is my car, but, it's totally illegal.
Oh well, apparently. So we drove my car to his house (I chickened out on driving, yes I did, I really did. I haven't driven more than just down the street in over a year and I was never a good driver to begin with, and when suddenly faced with the prospect of driving with another person watching me I kind of freaked out a little. So, there you have it, I am too pussy to drive my own car) with the idea that we could find spare keys to his car there.
Now, Bevan lives in his dad's basement. So I've seen... yeah, his basement. Has it's own entrance, and it's own bathroom. I've never been in the rest of the house. I've never met his dad. I got to see the rest of the house. And I met his dad. His dad felt inclined to ask Bevan what was "wrong" with me when I was in a different room. YEAH MY FAVORITEST THING TO OVERHEAR, RIGHT?
Bevan's dad was either drunk or stupid or both. We had a very awkward and stupid conversation that was just completely wtf. None of it even made sense to me. I can't even repeat any of it, it was just too... weird and wtf. I kept waiting for Bevan to look over at me like, don't mind him or sorry or whatever, but, no. And even afterwards, there was no comment on the totally bizarre conversation. Aaaaannnddd, there was no key to the car. If there ever was a spare set of keys, there isn't anymore, at least, not in either of their possessions.
Then it was back to my house to continue to look. And no, we did not get pulled over driving an unregistered and half smashed car. AMAZINGLY. The keys had to be somewhere, right? THEYRE NOT. And so, the phonecalls: it seems that Bevan can not take the car to the dealership and have a new key made, because the car is not in his name, it's in his brother's name and his brother is out of the country (military, I guess?). He can't get a key made at all because the car isn't in his name. The only thing he can do is replace the whole ignition, which, for obvious reasons, is not really a great idea.
And then, some more phonecalls down the road, and we drive to his friend's friend's friend the mechanic, who puts some shady stickers on my car, so it's, kind of, sorta registered, and hammers out the back end so the trunk shuts and replaces the bulbs so the tail lights work, even if they're still shattered.
My car, it is ghetto, yes it is. But it's a little closer to legal. I get points for that, right?
Supposedly a registration card will show up in the mail in 3-5 days. For now I'm kinda-sorta-cool with Bevan driving my car around. I think it's a little more legal for him to drive it - he has car insurance, I think that counts even if what he's driving isn't his? Because if his car wasn't in his name either - yeah. I think that's mostly okay... but WHERE ARE THEY FUCKING KEYS?
So, I painted my kitchen cabinets. They're in my living room. You know, not attached to the wall. My kitchen is all upside down right now. When I moved back down here it was about halfway finished. I had the guy John (a waiter at my restaurant) take the cabinets down, and I sanded and painted them aqua, and also I put the tiles along the wall under where the cabinets go. (I did the tiles in my upstairs bathroom, too. I'm awesome like that.) I have a roll of linoleum to put on the floor to replace the old nasty linoleum, and John said he'd do that for me when he has a free day. But I still need to replace the oven (doesn't work) and the fridge (is a half-sized dorm fridge) and I'm out of money. I don't have any more. It's all spent.
In two weeks I will have the final word on the other house. I am crossing my fingers that everything will work out. If it doesn't, I think I'm totally screwed over. If it does, everything will be completely fine.
I wish I had another job. I feel like a total lazy-ass loser who gets drunk every night and wakes up hungover every morning. Grown up, responsible people don't do that shit because they have jobs to go to in the morning. I'd do that too, if I had an actual job. And I think that's pretty much impossible. Not without a car. But until I have the money to really fix the car (I can't keep driving it the way it is, it'll just fall apart on me) I certainly can't get a job. And without a job, I don't know where the money for the car is going to come from.
I had a long talk with my manager Vicky at the restaurant. She said some nice things to me about me being the best hostess she has working for her and how she'll give me as many hours as I want come fall. Which is nice but, those hours would have to coordinate with someone who can give me a ride each day, and I just don't know if working there full time will even be enough money. I'm not sure how it can be.
I hate money. Not having it is the bane of my existence.
And, wtf, house, why did you eat Bevan's keys?
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favourite line ever
Date: 2008-08-19 03:10 pm (UTC)Would it be too much to hope for that he left them in the car?
Re: favourite line ever
Date: 2008-08-20 12:49 pm (UTC)but... they have to be SOMEWHERE! keys don't just up and walk away... do they?
Re: favourite line ever
Date: 2008-08-20 02:51 pm (UTC)...
Sorry, I had a Harry Potter moment.
Re: favourite line ever
Date: 2008-08-21 01:30 am (UTC)