Lately I am rather a dull girl (see here for the reference if you're all WTF). The MFA Beater is falling apart more rapidly all of the sudden, and is due for inspection in July. I have...let's say "grave reservations" that it will pass by July.* So I am hoping to save enough mony to replace it by then, and since we generally don't have any money left over from paycheck to paycheck and my main job is slower than usual right now, I have been moonlighting in other areas of my home department (for instance, last night I was a bartender, which pays a decent hourly rate plus decent tips) (I was one of eight bartenders working the event in question from inside a gigantic, centrally-located bar and am not nearly mature enough to tell you I left with $69 in cash in my pocket without giggling).
Today, however, I start training in a new department, for a job I have never done before, and I'm kind of nervous. On the plus side, I may as part of my new duties get to drive a Tesla. On the minus side, OMG WHAT IF I SCRATCH A TESLA???
Wish me luck!
* Allow me to clarify, in case Stalky is reading this and is all "OMG WON'T SOMEONE THINK OF THE CHILDREN," that the car is not unsafe and would CURRENTLY pass inspection, however between its worsening clutch issue (the clutch sticks in the "down" position about 1/3 of the time, requiring that you toe it up from he floorboard, and the safety on it is shot so that you have to stomp it hard to get the car to start) that I have no desire to fix, given that it would cost more than half the car's value, an ominous sound it makes in first gear (I think it's losing compression in one cylinder of the engine, which again, is a bigger fix than the car is worthy of, especially given that you can get by without first gear if you're good with a manual transmission), and the fact that the odometer has upped and quit...yeah. The junkyard vultures are circling.