- 2 years ago
- Wedding: September 2014
Today is my birthday and my birthday is always the worst day of the year, every single year. It’s weird! I don’t know why, but during the year every other day I’m absurdly lucky and things always just magically work out for me. But on my birthday, it’s like my bad luck has been building up all year and I get shit on ALL DAY LONG. For example: one year, on my 18th birthday, I had to go on a family vacation because my mother had just gotten remarried again and my brand new stepdad’s family was having a reunion on my birthday. I was already pissed that I had to spend my birthday with strangers … but then, the best part was the entire reunion, a weekend-long event, was all an elaborate surprise birthday party for my stepdad’s cousin … AND IT WASN’T EVEN HER BIRTHDAY! At least that story is funny now. This birthday takes the cake though!
My car was shaking violently (!!!!!!) every time I went above 35, and I could actually hear grinding in the left front tire, so I popped into Les Schwab and said “Hey yo check out my left front tire, something’s wrong.” After an hour they were like “Nope, nothing wrong with the left front tire. Here are four other things wrong though.” I paid to have that all fixed and drove off. THEN MY CAR CONTINUED TO SHAKE! I was so annoyed, so I was planning on taking it to a different Les Schwab to get another opinion … when all the sudden, my left front tire just stopped turning! It veered me to the left, I almost caused an accident, yada yada yada, and when I got out and removed the tire to inspect it, here’s what I saw:
That white stuff is SHAVED DOWN DESTROYED METAL from whatever was grinding in there!! My rotor completely separated from my axle. If that means as much to you as it does to me, essentially, the clamped brake was the only thing holding my wheel on. The grinding got SO HOT that it burned through my brake mechanism, melted my hub, and when I pushed on the wheel with my foot, the bottom of my rubber sole melted.
I called the Les Schwab manager fuming and he said, more or less, they can’t predict the future and shit happens. GAH. Except I specifically asked them to investigate an existing problem that they told me was not a problem. No idea how much this is going to be to fix. My dad is going to have to drive his diesel up to bring me a truck to drive and he’ll haul my car back to try to salvage my stupid car.
Okay, so there’s that. Then my iPhone went for a swim. I’m pretty sure it’s toast.
I am about 10 lbs from fitting into my dress and my wedding is in September. I’ve already contacted the alterations department, and they scheduled my final fitting to be the Tuesday before my wedding, and I have a month until my first fitting. I think I can do it, it’s just stressful and will take a lot of self-discipline. Especially when all I want to do is drink a whole bottle of wine and eat pizza and cry!!!
TELL ME YOUR VENT NOW PLEASE