It never ends.
So basically, as you might know, I was looking for a job several months ago, and after much searching I came up with a temporary position sign shaking for Value Village. This turned out to kinda suck. I mean, obviously, sign shaking for minimum wage is always going to suck, but no, it's much worse than that.
First problem was that I, stupidly, assumed I was going to get a permanent job, because from everyone I talked to, sign shaking is how they started permanent work. So I stopped looking for work. Then it turned out they already have too many people working, so I'm kinda on my ass. This means it appears unlikely I'll be able to get a new job before I leave high school, which really really sucks, though I'm still looking, with sorta growing desperation.
But much worse was the fact that I was heading to work one day, which unfortunately was always the time of the Boeing shift change. I live by the largest building in the world by volume, the Boeing factory in Everett, and I had to go by it to get to work. So I was going by, and I wasn't even speeding, which actually pisses me off, and all this chaotic rigamarole was going on as an absolute mob of cars was getting on the freeway and immediately shifting over.
Basically, a guy shifted ahead of me, a distance ahead, but he was going probably less than half my speed, so I already knew I was going to have to brake hard. But then all of a sudden his brake lights come on and he's stopped in the middle of the fucking freeway as I come blundering in, and I slam on the brakes but still hit him from behind.
I was in a BMW, which, it turned out, was pretty much totaled. A $10,000 loss.
And I was pissed because I was actually paying attention, doing the speed limit, I'm not a perfect driver but at this point in time I was doing absolutely everything that could be expected, when all of a sudden I get hit with a wreck. Worse, it's "my" fault, because I hit him from behind. "Doesn't matter that he cut me off?" I said. No.
Then he sued, for some whiplash claim the insurance company realized was bullshit (I was going maybe 5-10 mph when I hit him, the airbags didn't even go off, and the BMW's hood took the brunt of the crash, which is why the damage was so bad even at a slow speed.)
but they still paid up anyway because dealing with his crap would cost more than just paying.
So we bought a new car from a used car lot (There's only one career less popular than politicians, and that's used car salesmen), a nice little used Subaru Forester.
We bought it for a reasonable price, around $10,000, the value of the car I had wrecked, and the thing seemed boring but otherwise practical and reliable.
Until it up and died yesterday, a month after buying the thing. The problem? The entire engine's toast, a $5,000 loss.
Part of the reason we bought the thing is because even though it had miles well into the 6 figures, it only had one previous owner who seemed to have treated it pretty well. Turns out, this woman, one day, got a Service Engine light on the dash, took it into the shop, and she found that the oil pump wasn't working, perhaps a <$1000 job.
Nevertheless, she had the Service Engine light disabled and the car sold to the lot who then passed the filthy rat bastard onto us.
Now, I'm personally of the opinion that the used car lot knew about this. Maybe the woman didn't tell them, and maybe their checks were incompetent, but I would bet money they knew about this.
In any case, someone was screwing us as they passed this car along. And if they'd just told us the oil pump didn't work, or even just not disabled the light that's supposed to tell us, we'd still consider getting the car because that's only a relatively small part of the value. But because someone was determined to fuck us, this car was driven around for a month with no oil circulating, and a perfectly good, reliable engine was ruined when we'd never let something like that happen of our own accord, and half the value of the car was lost.
Just the sheer waste of such a venture makes me furious. I mean, honestly, I knew used car salesmen are unpopular, but I thought that was stereotypical and was honestly willing to give them the benefit of the doubt. Trust, but verify, to use a Reagan phrase, but you can take the "trust, but" part out of that.
Used car salesmen are certainly unpopular now among me.