Dictated, not read

After a long (and awesome) weekend of drinking, DnD and seeing friends I came home exhausted and slept for as long as I could (8 hours! a record for the month!) and then was too tired and lazy to want to ride to work Monday morning. But SURPRISE! My car refused to start. I biked to work (and was really late) and told my supervisor I needed help with my car troubles. She didn't have time ALL DAY to help me, so in the end I decided fuck it, I will ask my Japanese teacher who I just happened to have a lesson with that afternoon. After arguing with me over how to say my car wasn't working (I was using the word for "broken" and she had a different word, and I was just concerned with the fact that MY CAR DOESN'T GO) she called someone she knew who fixed cars in his spare time who came over and told me that yes, my car was indeed dead. VERY dead. One of my pistons is apparently shot.

It will cost more to fix the engine than I paid for the car to begin with. So there goes all the money I was hoping to get from selling my car when I leave. As it is, I will be lucky if I don't have to pay to have it hauled off. Okay, I needed to get rid of the car anyway... but this is not the way I wanted to do it!

It doesn't help that my supervisor, who is supposed to be helping me with all of this, seems utterly clueless and is the exact opposite of helpful. I'm starting to get really worried that stuff isn't going to get done so I can move home.

I just want to go home....