Even Through Your Doubts, We Will Still Be Here.

Another week, another clusterfuck of bad luck to work my way through.

Let us go through this, and put it the fuck to bed.

Monday through Wednesday sucked/was stressful for the sheer fact that work was lame as fuck and dead as Rosie O'donnell's career.

Then wednesday morning on my way to work, smoke starts billowing out of the side of the hood of the WRX like I was flying a WWII fighter that had just been shot, so I cautiously make my way to work and what do I find upon opening the hood?

The fucking impossible/unthinkable had happened.

The upper coolant port on the radiator (where the upper radiator hose connects to the radiator for the laymen/non mechanics/non gearheads) had snapped off. No, not cracked, IT FUCKING SNAPPED OFF.

Ok no big deal right? I work at a subie dealer for fuck's sake, I'll just march over to parts and get one.....FUCK ME, was I wrong! The nearest one was 3 days out.

Put a pin in this (as my buddy Phlip would say) and we will revisit this.

So ok, I have 3 options at this point:

1. Go to Fall River, get the Bug, and drive it and subject it to alll the glorious roadsalt.

2. Call the friend I gave the Zombie Corolla to, and beg him to let me drive it on his tags till the WRX was set.

3. Beg to use a loaner car till the radiator came in.

Well I'll sooner lose a testicle before I expose my beloved 39 year old Bug to the road salt, so I went with option 2, and sure as shit he was cool with it so I went and picked up the Zombie Corolla.

And that should've been that. Right? WRONG. Rule #5 of being me: expect shit to get worse, because it can, AND IT WILL.

So needless to say, the ZC (zombie corolla) was in rough shape. But I quickly went to tending to its cheaper wounds as best I could, and was soon driving it.

That was Wednesday into Thursday.

Then Friday happened.

I got my paycheck, or should I say, punchline in an envelope. It was bad enough where I finally said something to my manager, and the review I was promised finally was going to occur that day.

Then my radiator showed up. (put a big fucking pin in this one, because there's more for this one)

So things started to look up....and then around 4 o'clock, the ocean took back my sand castle so to speak.

The idiot writer at the counter told a 2 hour job to come in and said itd be done in an hour. Given the nature of the job, which I will not get into her, it is fucking impossible to do it it under at least an hour and 45 minutes. The job was catalytic converters.

So that fucks me out of two things: putting the Radiator in the wrx and my review meeting.

So I start the job, then I go to transfer two of the sensors to the new exhaust and what happens? Yep, the threads strip right off the sensors, and we don't have the replacement ones in stock. So I went through all that bullshit for NOTHING.

Fine whatever, we agree to send someone in the morning to go to another dealer that has the sensors, and I'll have to come in and work on the WRX anyway, so I'll just finish it then.

So around 430pm I go have my review talk. It went well, and that's all I'll say on that.

5:15pm: I walked my tired, stressed shell of a body out to my ZC and start making my way to a friend's house for what we call Game Night.

Then the fucking unthinkable happens.

I hit the Grand Canyon of frost heaves, and the exhaust breaks off at the flex pipe. So here I am with the loudest car in all of the Northeast at this point.

I make it so said friend's house, throw my hands up (no not like Taio Cruz) call the dealer and go with option 3, taking a loaner.

The rest of Friday was pretty good, as the food served was fucking amazing (big up to Jamie for that), played an awesome board game called Pandemic, and I watched the Miami Heat get fucking SMOKED by 30 points by the Spurs.

So that should be it right? I'm typing this on sunday, so that means everything got fixed right? WRONG.

So I go in Saturday to install the new radiator in the WRX. Pull those pins out, as this is where shit gets even better.

There is an extremely necessary part that is needed to install the redesigned radiator into my car. And of course, it did not get ordered. F. M. L.

So I have to wait till at least Tuesday now.

And because for some reason the cat job didn't want to go smoothly, I didn't have time to fully figure out what I need exhaust-wise for the ZC either. Hence why there is a Sage Green Metallic 2010 Forester sitting in my parking spot outside, waiting with bated breath to take my ass to work tomorrow.

So needless to say, this week sucked. There were a million other things that happened that DID NOT HELP, but for the sake of not boring the two people that read this, I won't get into it.

This past week, if anything was a test. Not that I needed another fucking test of my resolve, but whatever. Its times when shit goes completely pear shaped that you find out how able you are to pull through, and how strong of a person you truly can be. Sometimes, if you can remember that, you can pull through. Deity only knows I had to keep telling myself that.

I swear I have so much bad luck, I must be a walking black cat or broken mirror.