Category: failure

b0rk3d

March 10, 2007 / / 0 Comments

All my shit is broken, dead, or dying.

  • Laptop – The power adapter died yesterday, and I don’t have an external charger for the battery. So it’s dead until I get a new one.
  • Phone – The outside screen hasn’t worked for six months or more, and the mic buzzes and clicks unless I hold it in one particular clawed grip. It rebooted in the middle of a phone call the other day.
  • PDA – Stopped charging. Instead, a spot just below the battery gets warm. I’m assuming there’s a short somewhere. I’ve had it since college, so it’s not worth fixing.
  • Car – I hit one of Madison’s massive potholes last week hard enough to send my hubcap flying. The car stopped running, and I managed to have just enough momentum to roll into a Pier 1 parking lot before it stopped for good. I’d already spent $800 keeping the piece of shit on the road this year, so I just threw up my hands and said the hell with it. It was towed to the junkyard Monday morning.

Jobs

August 22, 2005 / / 1 Comment

I walked out of work today. I just can’t stand it anymore. Every day I spend there I get angrier, more depressed, and I feel like more of a failure. Every time I get out of my car to walk in to that hellhole, I can feel my mood dipping further and further with each step towards the door. By the time my hand reaches the door handle, all I want to do is turn around, go home, and never come back.

I have tomorrow off, and I don’t have to be in until 1:30 on Wednesday. I’m hoping that the next forty-eight hours will be enough time for me to get my head straight. As much as I’d like to, it’s not like I can quit without something else lined up.

On the plus side, though, I have a second interview lined up for next Tuesday. Wish me luck.

!Motorcycle

February 5, 2005 / / 0 Comments

You know how I mentioned that I was given a motorcycle? Yeah, you can forget about that. I went to my parents’ house to help clean up a tree that was struck by lightning, and my dad told me that he had taken a look at the bike. The news wasn’t good.

He’d only taken a cursory glance at it, but from what he could see, there are the following problems:

  • Clutch: It needs one. Not a new one, mind you, it actually needs a clutch. It simply doesn’t have one.
  • Tires: weather cracked and unsafe to ride on. They may not even hold air pressure long enough for me to take the bike out to have new ones put on. (Hypothetically speaking, anyway. It’s not like the bike is going anywhere.)
  • Electrical: There are random wires sticking out all over the place. I’d need a new wiring harness at least.

And that’s just glancing at the thing. God knows what he’d have come up with if he’d really gone over it.

Assuming that I went to the trouble of paying for and fixing all that, I still have no idea what kind of shape the engine and transmission are in. Basically, for the money that I’d put into restoring this piece of junk (my dad estimated $500), I could buy a newer bike that’s in better shape.

Which means so much for the bike. I can’t afford it anyway.