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May 24, 2012 - 01:52 AM |
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What a day, what a night |
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So today was a pretty busy day for me, and what started as a great day ended up being a pretty suck-ass affair.
The day started with me going to the shop of the company I work for, and getting an impromptu shift for tonight. An easy gig on top of it, which lasted an hour and a half but pays me four, since that's the minimum for a call.
Then, I went around to the University to get my student loan (which got here about a month late due to bureaucratic error ) and dropped that off at the Post Office.
During all this, my ipod started behaving badly with regards to the headphone connection, and since it's on warranty I decided to not put something off for once, and so I did a backup before heading to the shop I bought it in.
So I was feeling pretty good about my day (minus ipod crap out) up until I left the gig I was working at midnight. As I backed out of the parking lot, I didn't pay attention and I scraped the side of the car on a structural support beam, which, in my tired haste to get back home, I didn't notice. Well, I get out and look at the damage, and it seemed like little more than a scraped paint job and a dented panel. I get back in kind of bummed out, and I drive about half a click before I notice this vibrating sound. I dismiss it as bumps in the road for another quarter click before it gets louder and I decide to get out and see what's up.
Turns out I pierced the tire on the bolt of the support beam, and I now have a flat. Luckily, I have a CAA membership that my GF's parents got us for Christmas, and so I call them up and wait.
Half an hour later the guy gets there, and the first thing he says is: "I need to get you out of here, the protesters are headed this way and the cops are about to lock down the sector." Okay, fine. (for those not in the know, Montreal has had its 30th nighttime protest in as many nights tonight) We leave and stop at a gas station a few blocks away, and as he gets out of the truck and looks at my car, he says "oh, I can't just change your tire, I have to drop it off at the dealership, because your axle looks bent." This guy, by the way, is very nice and courteous, but he seems to be beyond burnt out, and he even tells me so at one point.
So he looks on his GPS for the nearest dealership, and finds one not too far off, but he finds it odd that he's never seen it before. When we get there we see why, as the Honda "dealership" the GPS pointed him to was a small motorcycle shop. So, we get back in and head to the CAR dealership which he knows is truly one, which is halfway across town.
He's just dropped me off about 15 minute ago, and am I ever glad to be home. Now I just need to figure out how I'm going to get to work on Friday, and I can only hope this isn't going to end up costing me the balance of my student loan once I've paid my tuition. This isn't even really my car, just my GF's parents are nice enough to lend it to us longterm.
EDIT: Well, apparently about 400 people where arrested at the protests tonight, right about the time they were marching in my direction while I was waiting for the tow truck.
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