June 29, 2004 :: 7:18 p.m.
episode #1,210, in which I am, once again, the universe's punching bag
Oh man. The world? She is hates me. She is out to get me. My suffering is her elixir of youth and beauty.
I'm falling back on my much-loved hyperbole, either. Adam said the exact same thing while I was not even present. So ha!
What happened to spur today's The Universe Gets Its Jollies By Making Me Miserable rant? Well, well, well. It was quite a doozy, let me tell you. You know how my CD player was stolen around christmas? Yeah? Well, since then I've been sans music in the car. It sucks pretty hard. But since I'm going to be making the 8 to 9-hour drive to North Carolina with only me, myself, and I for company come Friday morning, I asked my mom if I could have the one my dad got a few months ago installed as an early birthday present. She said yes, so Adam and I ordered the requisite parts to replace the ones that Bastardface Robber ripped from my vehicle, picked them up, and then took the car, the parts, and the CD player to Circuit City. Three hours and $100.66 worth of installation fees later, there was a CD player in my dashboard.
And lo! My car was filled once more with sweet audio goodness. It was fantastic. I was SO happy, seriously. I was like, "SQUEEEE! MUSIC!" Everything was good.
Until.
We got home, pulled up in front of my house, and started to play around with the various and sundry unfamiliar buttons on said CD player. We tried to eject the CD, dutifully holding down the eject button... still holding... now angrily poking... and then came the swearing, and the crying, and the gnashing of teeth. The eject button did not work. Neither, we quickly discovered, did the menu button, the equalizer button, or any of the buttons that took you back to the radio. And then the CD started freaking out, and then silence, and the display read: Error 2. WTF? Yeah, I know.
We called Circuit City, but the guy said that since the player powered up properly it was probably a problem with the unit and not the installation. The manual was no help. Same with the website. Tech support was pretty much, well, also no help. Something about a ground line that I don't get but Adam mentioned when we called Circuit City back AGAIN as a last resort to keep me from leaping on the nearest passer-by and tearing open their jugular with my bare hands.
We're to take the car in tomorrow afternoon for a closer inspection of mechanical and wiring things that I, again, do not understand. Hopefully things will be sorted out. If not... GAH. I talked to my dad, since he bought the damn CD player in the first place, and he said that if it turns out that there's something wrong with the unit itself, we would just buy a player at Circuit City and be done with it. Which I really appreciate, but goddamn. What a colossal waste of time and money that would be. And besides, is it really TOO FUCKING MUCH TO ASK THAT ONE GODDAMN THING EVER WORK OUT FOR ME?????
Because, fuck. This is just getting old. I even told Adam before we took the car in today that I had a feeling something was going to go wrong. And what do you know? I was right.
You know, I'd really appreciate being wrong about this shit once in a while. You hear that, Universe? Don't make me cut your ass.
back & forth
Wait, there's more!
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