frustration, car woes, and a little anatomy

Well Things have been fairly frustrating lately. Work makes me sick-- not that I don't like the principle of my job, but just circumstances have made the thought of being at work and my time spent there cause a lot of anxiety for me. I really thought I was going to be sick today. I'm being optomistic though to think that the feelings will pass as time passes. I did recently have a few days off from work and just relaxed which is never a bad thing. I've read two books in four days--don't worry, I'll be back to my ever so busy self soon enough.

I think I'm going to be getting rid of the kittens. They are cute and all, but if I'm only going to be keeping one, then I need to only have one around. Being away for four days did not go over well with my mom's idea of caring for them. I came back to quite the set of circumstances around here--and three cats go through an awful lot of kitty food!

I have nothing of terrible importance to state. Mostly I'm just bored and restless. Didn't sleep well last night in anticipation of the morning's arrival at work-- kept feeling as though I had something important to do that was going to take me all this extra time before work. I did get up a little early because of all this anxiety and good thing! Here's my exciting story:

Lately, my car has been rattling ever so slightly and rather sporadically. Of course, I fear the worst, but don't make time to get it specifically checked out. Well, it's 7:45 am and I'm on my way to work this morning, just rounding a corner about half-way between home and work, when THUD! and chinckkkk.... (or whatever the correct spelling is for the noise a piece of metal makes as it's being dragged along asphalt). So I slowly pull my car over and think to myself, "yup, just my luck-- on the positive side, I did over 6 hrs of driving this past week and nothing happened, but the negative-- my dad used to get me AAA and because we never used it, he cancelled it recently"). Great. So I reluctantly get out of my car to go and start the terribly embarassing process of looking underneath my car while traffic passes by at a EVEN slower than normal speed due to my pulling over and using my flashers near a busy intersection. I hear a voice (thank God for the voice) saying, "You got something hanging from your car." My honest to goodness (I'm going to hell) first thought, "Well thank you Captain Obvious. I had actually pulled over on this fine and lovely early Friday morning to take a pee in front of your house." However, I was slightly revealed, because, heck, I'm not car genious and there is somethign hanging from my car. This man, continues to walk across the street, crouch down alongside my car, reach for this hunk of metal, and ever so gently rip it out from underneath my car stating 'looks like it's just your cadalitic converter shield." Well that's not so scary, I mean, if he knows what it is and doesn't seem worried about it, then it must be safe to continue driving-- mind you, I can't stop thinking to myself- "it must have been shielding something from breaking the car." Anywho, I thank the man, and go on my way. Now besides all of my sarcastic, less than stranger-friendly thoughts and comments, I am extremely grateful for this man to take time out of his morning to very cheerfully assist me with my car! So thank you Capt. Obvious :) (oh and the other great thing is that the auto repair guys put the car up on the lift and took out all the left over scraps of Cadalitic converter shield that were unnecessary and didn't charge me anything! yay, auto guys.)

Interesting fact o' the day: If you happen to lose your Cadalitic Converter shield, the auto companies tell you to just get rid of it and not to worry. The auto guy explained this to me as a safety precaution-- but apparently not one that needs to be followed through after the first one falls off. While speaking to the auto guy I simply stated: "hmm, so the shield's a lot like an appendix..."