the Dalaverse

Grahhhhh. I hate mechanics. Not the people themselves, necessarily, but how I go to get my car checked and immediately feel like I've crossed the border into a foreign country. I suppose this is a girl thing. I don't want to be a cliché, but I really just do not get cars. If I turn the wheel and the engine rumbles, I'm good. The guy was giving me a lecture about transmission fluid -- he could probably see the panic rising in my eyes -- and he said, "But I'm sure you know that -- or you could have your father or your husband check it." And I was highly insulted for about two seconds until I realized that...yeah. That's completely true. I'm sitting here with the printout they gave me, waiting for Daddy to come home and tell me if the tires are in fact going to fall apart while I'm at school, which seemed to be what the guy was saying.

Mom (very seriously): You know, your tires are extremely important. If you have bad tires, it affects your transmission, your steering, your suspension...
Dala: You're trying to sound like you know what you're talking about when you have not more idea than I do, aren't you.
Mom: Yes.

But to be fair, stick me in the makeup aisle at Rite Aid and I'd be just about as hopeless.

And now I have grass clippings all over my hood. Fuckers.

Yesterday was my last day at work. Got chewed out for letting the new girl put in payments by herself, which she did incorrectly. Hey, I tried to say that she didn't have to learn it yet, or that we could split them up, but she insisted. It's not my job to babysit her when I'm gone on Sunday. Plusshe'solderthanmeIcan'ttellherwhattodo. Gail brought me fooooood from Baja Fresh, with the best fresh tomato salsa EVAR. Tuesday I spent at Tysons Corner with Beth, bankrupting myself at H&M and searching in vain for a purse to replace my old one. All I want is one that is exactly the same -- is that really so much to ask? And I can't find a suitable candidate anywhere. And believe me, I did look everywhere, even in places like Bloomingdales where I could not have afforded a single buckle on a shoulder strap. Ah well. The clothes haul was fabulous. I have new Jeans that Make My Ass Look Good, and a new favorite green blouse. So, score on that front. When we got home, we held a "Coupling" marathon and watched the second two seasons in their entirety. Gotta do the commentaries now. I watch the first two in Series 2, and Kate Isitt is my new best friend.

I should start packing, but we all know I won't.

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