It’s my mantra.
Sometimes it changes to I love my job, I love myjob, Ilovemyjob.
Occasionally it’s a little hysterical. Specially when I have to put the tool together at noon, in 104 degree direct sunlight.
Today’s Exploit:
Yesterday I stopped for “coffee”. You remember that time I looked for apartments? Yeah. That stop.
I did my search and drank my smoothie and packed my computer back up with my list of places to visit ready at hand.
I got in Starla and put the key in the ignition. I got Timmy-the-GPS ready with the first address for apartment hunting then turned the key.
Starla: Chug, chug, click click click
Me: No, Starla. Please start.
Starla: Click Click click
So I rerouted Timmy-the-GPS for the nearest garage, then I went across the street to the gas station to be sure.
Luckily there was a garage right across the street.
I walked over and begged the mechanics for help. So they came over to try to jump her. They were very nice and didn’t make me call a tow truck, and Starla did start with a jump.
So I drove her over and got her registered for the car doctor. But now she’s back to purring.
Thankfully.
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