So I woke up Saturday morning around 7:30am, then again at 8:30am, then finally 9:00am.
When I rolled out of bed, I didn’t feel well. It felt like someone was sitting on my chest, and I assumed it was from when I fell forward while running two weeks ago. I had pressure in the chest, and immediately thought, “I hope this isn’t a heart attack.”
I took two ibuprofen tablets, and hoped that would ease the annoying pain. It did. I’ve been going to the gym every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, and jog on the off days. I’m sitting at 180 pounds, so I am in pretty good shape. That said, if I get another pressure point like this, I’m headed to the hospital.
I went downstairs and watched a few soccer games. Around 1pm, I started getting ready for work. When I walked to the Jeep, there was a giant puddle under the front hood. I dabbed my fingers into it, and boom, oil leak; a lot of it. After I yelled a certain F word, I told the missus I’d be taking Kyle’s minivan to work, and she and Kyle took the Jeep to the garage.
When I arrived at work, the subs during my days off left me twenty-three jobs to enter. It took me the first two and a half hours to get through that. Worse still, the department said no one is allowed vacation days between February 12 through the 17th, thanks to the jagoff Eagles.
So, how was your weekend?
Just a reminder, I’m in training all day, so I may not be able to respond to comments.
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Fortunately for me, better than yours. We went deer spotting at a county park and say 117 deer with 7 of them being bucks. Played trivia Saturday night and came in 2nd out of 35 tables.
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Hear back what caused the oil leak yet?
Apparently I’m a moron. It was brake fluid, not oil. They fixed it, no charge, because we take all our cars there. I just need it to run until 11-1-24 then I can look for a newer car. I love the Jeep, but it almost always has something wrong with it.
I drive it to work because if someone keys the car in the hood, no one cares cause the paint is falling off.
You forgot to lick your finger! Motor oil tastes like Detroit, brake fluid tastes like Cincinnati!