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Have I mentioned that I scored an interview tomorrow? I’m a little nervous about it. Mostly, I’m nervous about being as sick tomorrow as I was today. I woke up with a terrible sinus headache. I was sick to my stomach most of the day. And the news about my car didn’t make things any better. I’m actually amazed that I managed to get my latest interdisciplinary project done and that I got off the writing samples my interviewer requested. I’m surprised I even got out of bed.
The interview is for a part-time position in Boston. It’d be a hellish commute but it involves working with writers and literary types and that would be a step in the right direction. I won’t have my car, so I’ll need to borrow Stef’s for the day after dropping her off. I’m also not sure which T stop to take to get to the place. I’m sure that all of this will work out but in the interest of filling up an entry here, I’m letting you know all the gory details.
The car, it turns out, really does have engine problems. The mechanic up here in Manchester concurred with the assessment that there is no compression in the engine at present. They are about to work on the thing for me. I think I’m probably going to have to pay for it unless I find a good lawyer or talk with the BBB. I don’t have much of a choice. I need a car. I can’t really get rid of it. There isn’t much else to be done.
Anyway, I’ll be happy when I have my car back and when I’m done being sick. I was well enough to get out and do my walk today, so that’s a step in the right direction. But, I’m still feeling it pretty bad and I’m not sure when that’s going to stop.