Onward!

Eleven hundred dollars later and I’ve got my car back.  My dad’s pissed because he thinks the car is a money pit.  I do agree with him, but I can’t buy a car this week.  I could this summer, but just not this week.  I also don’t want to buy a new car this week to only get to Grand Rapids and decide I don’t need a car and have to re-sell the damn thing.  Seriously?  That’s just stupid and way too time-consuming.  He wants me to spend time searching the internet for scholarships and money for school, which I’m happy to do.  But those things take time and I have my job and oh… right…. school work as well.  Not to mention searching for an apartment for next year.  So I’ve got my baby back.  I only drove from the mechanic’s back to my house, but she felt a lot smoother.  Course being away from each other for two days, we’ll have to re-introduce ourselves a bit.  Its not so much the fact that I didn’t drive her for two days.  Its the fact that she’s been up on the lift without her skirts… I mean tires on.  Men have been poking away at her underthings and even I’ve seen those this week.  Its revealing and just strange.

And I’m strange too.  I know.

But she’s important to me.  Not just for the Space she provides, nor the Freedom.  But the ability to take jobs and gigs and make money in the field of work that I’m in.  Sure I could get a job in town for the rest of the semester.  There are a few restaurants that always need waitstaff and they depend on the students for those positions.  It works out well because the restaurants are busy when school’s in session and that’s when students need the jobs.  Works out great.  Except I’m not a good waitress.  I know this.  When I worked at the hotel, we had to learn how to do the breakfast servings.  It was mostly buffet, but you still had to get drinks and sometimes deliver food.  That was a relatively relaxed environment, and extremely easy.  Even so, I sucked at it!  I was better at dealing with guests at the front desk or people on the phone.  I was better at dealing with their problems then someone complaining their oatmeal is plain tasting.  WHAT?!  Oatmeal is basically cardboard and water.  What flavor did you want?  Anyways, I don’t want to be a waitress.  I can make more money in less time at the church or playing gigs in Erie.  Not to mention I actually enjoy those things more.  Imagine that.  Enjoying your job.

I’m rambling, cause I just woke up and need to get going.  I’m driving to West-of-the-Middle-of-Nowhere, PA today.  Tomorrow I’ll drive to MI.  Two days of 6 hour drives.  Uh boy!