This title might irritate some but I think in this case it fits. This would mainly be a little bit of venting for me, so if you don't want to hear about it - stop reading now.
In the midst of getting the truck fixed, Joel realized that we needed to have the engine resurfaced. That means to me, make it pretty. To him, I'm sure it means something entirely different. So I borrowed my dad's truck last week so I could take the engine down to Bremerton and have it resurfaced. My trip down there included getting lost, nearly getting t-boned, getting stuck in ginormous amounts of naval base traffic (aggravated by an accident near Gorst) and worrying that Sarah will die if I do get in an accident because she's in the front seat. But we made it, safe - not so sound. I was a little irked, but managed to pull together a smile for the West Bay Autoparts guys.
They were very nice, and super helpful. The guy running the machine shop looked like a cross between Santa and a Hell's Angel. But he was VERY kind and nice. I felt things looking up. I made sure he knew I wanted a resurface. He mentioned something about cleaning and I said, no just resurfacing. While I was saying that he muttered something like, "Well, we'll take care of that with the resurface..." To those words I would later wish I had paid more attention.
Engine dropped off I begin my journey home. I'm tired, hungry, and Sarah is also tired and hungry. We don't make a good team in this state. But we pulled it together. I thought I'd find a back way through Bremerton to avoid the naval traffic. I turned up a very steep hill. Big mistake. Dad's truck is so light and it's rear wheel drive that it slides and burns out everywhere. I probably would have been fine except we just received a dumping of flash flood material rain 30 minutes prior. I drive up the hill, make it to the top, and realize there is a stop sign at the crest of the hill. I tell you what - if there were not a car coming I would have blown that stop sign with no regrets. But I had to stop. And I got stuck. It was a blind curve hill that I had to back halfway down, then turn around in the middle of the road surrounded on one side by a cliff going up and one side by a cliff going down. I did it, but I cried on my way home.
So Sarah and I spent the remaining trip rationing our minute supply of peanuts I happened to have left over in my purse. We sang, we cried, we screamed, we ate. It was pathetic.
Cut to today, 12:00pm. Joel calls and says the engine is ready. He also tells me that it cost an extra $100 for the cleaning. Never send a woman to do a man's job - I should have known what I was talking about and said NO CLEANING, JUST RESURFACE. But I didn't. So I just cost us $100. I'm being pretty hard on myself I know but I spend day after day scrimping and saving only to find I'm blowing it on the big stuff.
Joel has assured me it's no big deal but I can't let it go.
3 comments:
Oh, mymymy. I have been in your shoes. They pinch. Bad. I'm so, so sorry. I wish i could remember the specific incident in which I just accidently lost us money in the same kind of fashion, but I can't put my finger on it. Dad will know. He says the same thing, "You do so well all the time in every area, we can absorb this. Don't worry about it." But take heart- they really, really mean it. Mama
It will be fine Jenna, I promise!! Whenever I cost myself extra money, I'm usually too embarrassed to tell anyone! So whenever it happens I have to blame myself and I have to suffer with it all by myself!!! but I learn from it(usually) and that's what is important..
ohhh, i am just like you. I work so hard to save and it irks me SOOO bad when that stuff happens that I usually do end up in tears. I am stingy enough though that if they did charge me for something like that I generally say something and make it a big deal and make everyone around me just as angry as I am about the whole thing. I am with you, that stinks.
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