HOPE!

Aaron called me today to let me know that he'd looked at two apartments, and was letting me know how they were. One was small and cramped, and a pain in the butt to get to downtown. The other was pretty spacious and a nice drive to downtown. There's a one bedroom and a two bedroom available in the spacious unit, and I don't see the point in paying over $100 extra for the two bedroom, so I told him to go for the one bedroom.

All we have to do is get the paperwork filled out, supply the renter with work history (to make sure we make enough money to rent from them), and hopefully, we're accepted! I see no reason for us not to be accepted, because we have excellent renting history from the apartments in Spearfish, and we have no criminal records. Because we're good folk.

So, if we get accepted, the unit is available as soon as possible, which means I can move to Minneapolis and be with Aaron this weekend! HOORAY!

On a less exciting note; my car broke down while I was delivering pizzas today. Which is odd. The car is only five years old, I take great care of it (change the oil every 3,000 miles, never let it run out of gas, etc.), and is in good shape. Why should it stop working all of the sudden?

Before it quit on me, it started making this high pitched noise that seemed to be coming from the radio...but I turned the stereo off, and it was still doing it, every time I accelerated, the sound got louder. I thought it was weird, and was going to tell Dad and have him drive it when I got off work. However, I did not have the chance to do so. After I parked my car and delivered the pizza, when I got back in to start it up, the engine wouldn't turn over, the lights wouldn't come on, and the gauges wouldn't even move. What the crap?

So I called into work to let them know that my car was not working, and one of the managers came out and jumped my car. The first time, as soon as he took the cables off his car, mine died. So we re-jumped it, revved it a few times, and let it idle for a minute before taking the cables off. I called Dad while I was waiting for my rescuer to arrive, and he wanted to meet me at his work shop to check the battery, because it sounded like it wasn't holding a charge.

They let me off early to check it, and sure enough, no charge. The battery was original with the car, but only five years old. Didn't even look corroded or anything, but I guess it had had enough and gave up the ghost. So Dad took me to an auto part store, and I spent all of my tips for the day (and then some) on a new battery for my car. I was hoping to SAVE some money while here...not spend it. Oh well. At least it happened BEFORE the move to Minneapolis. That would have been horrible.

Now all I have to do is get my car detailed before moving so I can get the pizza and hot wings smell out of my car!