I cannot afford my life.

[pseydtonne]

I'm driving to work. I roll up the passenger window when I hear a loud crack. The window rolls itself back down. Attempts to bring it back up fail. There's a burnt smell. Good thing it's a sunny day.

Since the window seems to be solid down there, I assume the automatic window roller (a feature I never wanted but couldn't avoid if I wanted cruise control) is shot. I don't have enough money for a repair unless I beat up the people that ripped me off last week.

I am freaked out. I can't believe how lousy my car can get so fast. I've had one gewgaw after another die on this thing. I find it hard to believe this is normal for a three-year-old car.

All of my money goes into my car these days. It's hard to afford food. I'm thinking I will have to get a second job very soon if I want both food and a working car. I really want to cry for a while, but I'll have to wait for the repair imbeciles to call me back.

I don't even know that I can get a second job. My schedule is so messy that working extra hours may not be plausible. I'd have to work weekends. I'd lose even more time to myself.

-help, Dante