So I go outside to eat my lunch today, and hop into the car to enjoy my usual snack of Chex mix. I sit down, put the key in so I can listen to some tunes, and get nothing. Now, I’m already in a somewhat pissy mood because of the idiots we’ve been dealing with at work all morning and my anxiety is running high this week because I’ve worked almost a week straight, and thus a dead battery was quite high on my list of “shit I don’t need to deal with right now“.

Naturally, no one in the store can give me a jump because no one has any cables, and the ones that Eddie swears are in the car are no where to be found. I pluck up every bit of courage in my body and waltz across the street to the skeevy car dealership and see if one of their service guys can jump the car, and one seems more than willing to give it a shot. We pop the hood and immediately detect the problem: a huge mass of seafoam green…. um…. stuff covering the terminal. After much wiping and scraping and prodding at the stuff, a load of sparks confirming that the battery does indeed have a full charge, it’s determined that we need new terminals. The service guy (and his coworker who came over to check things out) jury-rig things to get the car started and I drive it home, pissing and moaning the entire time about how one can be under the hood of the car twice a week to put more oil in and not know that the pulsating, Cthulu-like green shit encompassing half the battery is bad.

Ok, so maybe it wasn’t pulsating, and it had less tenticles than Chtulu, but it was still bright green, ok?

At this moment, the car is at the gas station I think. It runs fine once you get the terminal and the cable to touch, but that’s quite an inconvenience. It’s getting looked at, and the service guys near work were nice enough to give me a spare terminal they had laying around the garage, but didn’t know if it was one that would be usable in our car.

For now, my big plans are to get the car running, and maybe to do the hem on my cute dress, since it’s slightly uneven (but rather unnoticable with its hankerchief style). I might just trim the uneven bits off and leave it as is - since it’s just t-shirt material it rolls up on itself a little. I want to go buy some more material so I can make something to wear for graduation.

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