I received an e-mail from Genevive, who told me “I don’t know whether it’s just me, but you seem to be leaving big gaps in your journal as to what’s going on in your world.” She’s right. There was just too much for me to digest last week. I wasn’t sure where everything was going to land, and in what size pieces they would be. But now they’ve all landed (mostly) and it’s time to report back.

The Kid

Nothing terribly new to report on this front. New glasses is about it.

The Car

My beautiful 2002 Mazda Miata was officially ordered on Thursday. May 1st is the day I’m shooting for. Of course, I have nothing to do with the delivery date, but that’s what my goal is. Lately I’ve been having little spasms of anxiety, but that’s to be expected when you only buy one new car every nine years. I’m still waiting on word on the insurance costs, but… We’ll see.

I was sitting in the car adding up the costs of fixing up the Honda in my head, and it didn’t seem worth it.

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  New CV joint, $150
  


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  New windshield, $250
  


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  Driver’s side window repaired, $80
  


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  Window washer pump replaced, $130
  


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  Front end body work, $850
  


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  Timing belt replaced, $500
  


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  Rear brakes, including rotors, $200
  

So that’s $2,160 on a car worth maybe that amount. I can’t stomach it.

The Job

Still waiting on news on the big 401(k) account. It’s a great opportunity, and I can’t remember if I mentioned it. The account just happens to belong to a vet in my region. *sigh* When it comes to sticky politics, I seem to get the short end of the proverbial stick nine times out of ten.

I’ve seen the people, and they seemed to like me. They called me on Friday to get something done for them, but… I mean, I can’t just jump into the middle of this account if it’s not mine yet. Not just for selfish reasons, but also because it would be some serious toe-stepping - crunching, really - to do such a thing. Not good form.

Beyond that, my business is suffering from my bout with depression in January. It’s very  q u i e t  around my office, which is purely my fault.

Oh wait, not so. It’s not really quiet, because my assistant and I have spent the week having it out. It’s great fun to come to your own office dreading walking in the front door. NOT.

Wednesday, the GREAT day, I sat her down and had it out with her. It sucked. She was in a horror of a mood, and only later tells me it’s because it’s the anniversary of a death of a loved one. She gets me so furious by 1pm I have to actually leave the office and drive around in circles to calm down. She turned from poking at what she didn’t like about the office to what she didn’t like about me personally.

If I’d been free to fire her at that point, I would have.

Instead, I suggested if she was unhappy, she search for a new job.

It’s miserable.

Time to take a breath. I’ll get to the really shitty stuff tomorrow.

Later,

michelle