Oh Woe is me...but wait...me thinks there is light at the end of the tunnel!!!

So, last week was pretty sucky...well...besides the fact that I had 2 days off work! That rocked. But anyways. Tuesday of last week, was a terrible, horrible, no good,  very bad day.

It all started when I was running late for work. Bad enough. Well, I hop in my car get to the end of my driveway, put the car in drive and there's this God awful CLUNK, then a horrible screeching/ whining noise, and...my car won't move. I put the car in park and turn it off. All the while thinking, "Dear God, please just be stuck!". So, after a quick little prayer, I turned the car back on and put it in drive. Again, the screeching/ whining noise, but the car did roll forward. I try it again, and the same thing happened. So, I managed to roll my car onto the side yard and took my dad's other car to work.

The whole time I was going to work, I was practically sick. A blown transmission is HELL to fix even if you have the money. Which, I don't. I called my parents once I got to work, as well as my brother-in-law, who's a mechanic. And ask him to sort of check out some used cars at the dealership he works out. So, the whole time at work, I'm practically sick trying to find a way to make it all work out. Well, later I call my mom to see if she's heard from Jamie, and come to find out, she hasn't, however...she did talk to my dad. Who told her that I sounded "absolutely euphoric" (His words exactly) that my car was busted. So, I cry....at work...I HATE crying in front of other people.

So, I finish up work and go home, thinking, hoping, and praying that everything's done with for the day and that I can just have some time to think about things. So much for wishful thinking. Oh no, I don't get to just think about it. Instead my father comes downstairs and tears into how I live my life. How I'm going to pay for this. How my future is going to work out. What plans I have for my future. What does this have to do with a fucking transmission?!!!!!! So after sme tears and trying not to rip my father's head off. He leaves. Oh, and he gives me the WORST FUCKING ULTIMATUM possible. He tells me I can drive his car to work, if I give my boss a two weeks notice. Fuck that shit!!!!

Well, it's been almost a week since that happened. My poor, wonderful "Ai" (that's my car's name) is busted completely. However, my brother-in-law, Jamie, works with this really really awesome guy named Ben. Ben likes to buy busted cars, fix them up, and sell them to his family. Ben is going to buy my car!!!! Not for much, but he's buying it!!! And on top of that, My mom and I went to look at cars today, and I found one that is so me it's not funny, AND, it's totally within my price range.

So, now all that's left to do is finish the deal with Ben, and convince my father to help me get a loan. Whew...I feel better now. Wish me luck!!!!!