RedHotChiliPrepper
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I'm 26, and I'm just learning this now. This has been potentially the worst six months of my adult life and it's finally starting to wear on me. I'm usually a pretty happy-go-lucky kind of guy that just kind of lets things roll off my back. Safe to say I've hit a wall. Every time it seems like something good is happening, something ****ty happens in return. Everyone keeps telling me I'm in for some good luck sooner or later, but who the hell knows.
I'll start from the beginning:
—My grandmother passed away in December after a battle with lung cancer. Knew it was coming, but little things since then have made me miss her more and more.
—Two weeks after Grammy passed away, my car broke for the first time costing me almost $400 to fix
—Three weeks after getting my car back in December, something else broke on my car, again costing me close to $400
—Had my car back for about a month and had to get it inspected, including a couple new tires, costing me in total about $250
—Because of all the money I spent on my car, fell behind on the gas bill. Got a shutoff notice, but made an arrangement with the gas company to avoid a shutoff in the middle of February
—In the middle of March, car breaks again. Again something different, again, costing me $400. Thankfully, my step-dad knew just how bad things were for me and had the money to pay the bill for me, otherwise, don't know how I was going to pay it. When I picked up my car, my mechanic tells me I need to start looking for a new car because my transmission is making some funny noises and probably won't last me into the fall.
—I spent the better part of January, February and March living off of ramen noodles, tuna fish and occasionally cold meat sandwiches, which doesn't sound so bad, but got really old really fast.
—I get laid off at the end of April as the paper is trying to cut back on spending. My roommate decides I need to get drunk that night and asks me to meet him in the town he works in at 9 p.m. and he'll take me to Harrisburg with him to get loaded, in all not too bad of a plan.
—As I'm driving into the town where my roommate works, my oil pressure light comes on just before the car blows up (figuratively of course). Won't restart. Sounds like **** in the motor is all busted up. Decide to push it into a parking lot, let it sit, go get drunk, and I'll have it towed in the morning.
—As my car is being towed, my passenger side mirror, which had a crack in it, gets caught in the wind and blows off ... SIGH ...
—Four days after being laid off, I'm hired at another paper about an hour away
—During the course of the two weeks between when I was laid off and when I started my new job, I start hanging out quite a bit with a female co-worker who I had become friends with and we begin dating
—A week after we're dating, she tells me she's moving to New York City for the summer with her best friend and is going to work as a fan photographer for the Yankees ... sigh ...
—I've been driving around my roommate's slider car that he uses during the winter and as I'm driving home the last night of my first week at work, it blows up on the Interstate, leaving me stranded, and likely owing my roommate at least some cash for a new car
—I start looking around for a car of my own as things slow down only to realize that my past transgressions fiscally, which I have spent the last six months trying to start clean up, are keeping me from getting a car loan.
—Girlfriend and her roommate have trouble finding a place to live, so girlfriend spends and unexpected two weeks at home that we get to spend together. She says if they don't find a new place in another week, she's just going to stay here for the summer. Next day her roommate finds a place for them to live and four days or so later, she's gone again.
—Turns out I really don't like my job. Not a big fan of the area and overall I'm just miserable coming to work every day. And on top of it, I'm still driving an hour each way to get here which makes me all the more happy
—Find a place that works with people with poor credit to find them a car. Tell the people what I need and what I can afford. They ask for a $500 down payment I clearly don't have, especially since when doing my checkbook balancing I realize that I have $60 in my bank account and there's $90 in bills being withdrawn on Monday through an automatic pay system I have set up with creditors to get my credit back in good standing
—Lady at the car dealership says they have a car that should be able to suit my financial needs, it's only going to cost $100 more a month than I told them I can afford. I looked at the lady and laughed at her, told her I appreciate her doing what she can to help me, but there's no way I can say yes knowing I'm going to fail miserably.
I spent the 30 minute car ride home crying to myself realizing what a miserable failure I've been as an adult. My mom wants me to move back home with her to save up some money and try to get things in my life squared away again. Mom's house is an extra 20 minutes further away from where work is now.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not thinking about jumping off a bridge or anything stupid like that. I'm just realizing how much I enjoyed being 8 years old and not having a care in the world. I guess eventually after getting pounded on time and time again that it eventually makes even the cheeriest of people break.
I'm not looking for advice or anything, don't really know what advice could help me at this point. Just wanted to vent a little bit and this seemed like a good place to do it.
I'll start from the beginning:
—My grandmother passed away in December after a battle with lung cancer. Knew it was coming, but little things since then have made me miss her more and more.
—Two weeks after Grammy passed away, my car broke for the first time costing me almost $400 to fix
—Three weeks after getting my car back in December, something else broke on my car, again costing me close to $400
—Had my car back for about a month and had to get it inspected, including a couple new tires, costing me in total about $250
—Because of all the money I spent on my car, fell behind on the gas bill. Got a shutoff notice, but made an arrangement with the gas company to avoid a shutoff in the middle of February
—In the middle of March, car breaks again. Again something different, again, costing me $400. Thankfully, my step-dad knew just how bad things were for me and had the money to pay the bill for me, otherwise, don't know how I was going to pay it. When I picked up my car, my mechanic tells me I need to start looking for a new car because my transmission is making some funny noises and probably won't last me into the fall.
—I spent the better part of January, February and March living off of ramen noodles, tuna fish and occasionally cold meat sandwiches, which doesn't sound so bad, but got really old really fast.
—I get laid off at the end of April as the paper is trying to cut back on spending. My roommate decides I need to get drunk that night and asks me to meet him in the town he works in at 9 p.m. and he'll take me to Harrisburg with him to get loaded, in all not too bad of a plan.
—As I'm driving into the town where my roommate works, my oil pressure light comes on just before the car blows up (figuratively of course). Won't restart. Sounds like **** in the motor is all busted up. Decide to push it into a parking lot, let it sit, go get drunk, and I'll have it towed in the morning.
—As my car is being towed, my passenger side mirror, which had a crack in it, gets caught in the wind and blows off ... SIGH ...
—Four days after being laid off, I'm hired at another paper about an hour away
—During the course of the two weeks between when I was laid off and when I started my new job, I start hanging out quite a bit with a female co-worker who I had become friends with and we begin dating
—A week after we're dating, she tells me she's moving to New York City for the summer with her best friend and is going to work as a fan photographer for the Yankees ... sigh ...
—I've been driving around my roommate's slider car that he uses during the winter and as I'm driving home the last night of my first week at work, it blows up on the Interstate, leaving me stranded, and likely owing my roommate at least some cash for a new car
—I start looking around for a car of my own as things slow down only to realize that my past transgressions fiscally, which I have spent the last six months trying to start clean up, are keeping me from getting a car loan.
—Girlfriend and her roommate have trouble finding a place to live, so girlfriend spends and unexpected two weeks at home that we get to spend together. She says if they don't find a new place in another week, she's just going to stay here for the summer. Next day her roommate finds a place for them to live and four days or so later, she's gone again.
—Turns out I really don't like my job. Not a big fan of the area and overall I'm just miserable coming to work every day. And on top of it, I'm still driving an hour each way to get here which makes me all the more happy
—Find a place that works with people with poor credit to find them a car. Tell the people what I need and what I can afford. They ask for a $500 down payment I clearly don't have, especially since when doing my checkbook balancing I realize that I have $60 in my bank account and there's $90 in bills being withdrawn on Monday through an automatic pay system I have set up with creditors to get my credit back in good standing
—Lady at the car dealership says they have a car that should be able to suit my financial needs, it's only going to cost $100 more a month than I told them I can afford. I looked at the lady and laughed at her, told her I appreciate her doing what she can to help me, but there's no way I can say yes knowing I'm going to fail miserably.
I spent the 30 minute car ride home crying to myself realizing what a miserable failure I've been as an adult. My mom wants me to move back home with her to save up some money and try to get things in my life squared away again. Mom's house is an extra 20 minutes further away from where work is now.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not thinking about jumping off a bridge or anything stupid like that. I'm just realizing how much I enjoyed being 8 years old and not having a care in the world. I guess eventually after getting pounded on time and time again that it eventually makes even the cheeriest of people break.
I'm not looking for advice or anything, don't really know what advice could help me at this point. Just wanted to vent a little bit and this seemed like a good place to do it.