Last Wednesday, while driving home, my car broke down on the 605 Freeway. I was nearly home when the engine made a strange sound...sorta like a small tree branch getting tossed under a lawn mower...then the power just dropped and I coasted to the right hand side emergency lane. I'm so proud that I kept my shit together and didn't scream or panic, as semi trucks sped dangerously close to me.
I had to have my car towed from my house to the dealer the following morning. It turns out that the timing belt broke and damaged the pistons and valves. My car has been in the shop since Thursday...and it's just sitting there. The service department isn't able to start the repairs, until the extended warranty service company decides whether or not they're going to authorize repairs (due to the amount of miles on the car, the standard warranty is voided and the extended warranty comes into play). Since the damage to the engine was extensive, an inspector from the extended warranty company paid a visit to the dealer late Friday afternoon to look for signs of abuse/neglect.
Besides car problems, I've also have had to deal with family members getting sick, workplace B.S., and a whole bunch of other personal crap involving friends and family.
This month sucks zitty, hemorrhoid laden, parasite infested, dirty, filthy ASS big time, and I can't wait for it to be over.