So last night I chilled with my homeboy the shaolin, at his place. Took the FB out for her first trip since the new radiator. All was going well.

I spent the night at my grandma's since I had an interview to go to right away this morning. So I make it maybe a mile and a half, two miles, from her place, on the freeway, and the car sputters and dies.

I know this sound: fuel filter's clogged. Thankfully, I had my racing jack, all my tools, and a spare fuel filter (just in case).

So at 8:50AM, during heavy traffic, I jacked my car up on the side of the freeway and replaced my fuel filter, in my nice clothes. It took all of two minutes, but I felt like I was in a damn war zone.

I showed up to the interview, at the job placement firm, reeking of gasoline. I told my interviewer what happened, we had a good chuckle about that. Then I filled out a bunch of paperwork, did a preliminary Wonderlick test, scored a 31, was told my skill level was too high for menial labor. They'd like to see me in lower management at a warehouse, somewhere, or at least be fast tracked to management.

Got home and dropped the tank for the FB, It was BAD. Got the new one all cleaned up, and resprayed. Ready to be installed tomorrow.

Then I helped a friend talk to some customer service people at Sear's. Long story short (1.5 hours of shouting at different women that tell me they can repair the fridge by July 11th AT THE EARLIEST), I hate Sear's. We're renting her an old fridge and charging Sear's.

Then I dug out an arborvida (sp?)

did you make this thread to tell us about your interview?

I made it to bitch about having to repair my car on the side of a busy highway in rush hour traffic.

Ah, I feel your pain then. Never had to repair mine on the side of the highway, but there are days when I'd just like to push it into the fucking lake.

I like fixing the car... when it doesn't NEED to be fixed.

Right now it's my air conditioning. 80 billion pin holes in the condensor means no A/C.

There is no apostrophe in Sears, fucko. No wonder you can't get a fuckin' job.

Right now it's my air conditioning. 80 billion pin holes in the condensor means no A/C.

You want mine?

There is no apostrophe in Sears, fucko. No wonder you can't get a fuckin' job.

:bowdown:

You want mine?

No thanks. I've bought 2 now through ebay, only to discover that they are completely useless. There's a place near by here that sells aftermarket a/c parts so I might be in luck.

I'm tossin my A/C stuff, I think. I'm sure it's all dried up, and all the seals are bad, undoubtedly.

FB = Frequently Broke

FC = Fucks Chickens





wait.... wut?!

FD = Kinky Kelly??




























































It's called Inter-species Erotica!!

lol, I got your text and I was going to ask if it broke down on the way to or from the interview...murphy's law states that I shouldn't have asked that question.