I’ve been getting really excited the last week or so, because I’ve been expecting a very nice gift from my work next paycheck. See, we get paid twice per month, which normally comes down to being paid every two weeks, but if you’ve ever counted the weeks in a calendar, you’ll notice that there are 52 weeks in a year, not 48. This means that, if you’re getting paid twice a month, there are four happy occasions when you get paid for three weeks of work instead of two. Just a few hundred extra dollars tossed into your lap. The 15th of this month is going to be just such a happy occasion.
Was, I should say.
Oh, the money’s going to be there, but it seems I’ve already spent it. Every last dime.
My car broke.
It was the oddest thing. I’m driving along merrily to work when suddenly the car loses power. I thought the gear had slipped into neutral. Except when I revved the engine, I couldn’t hear any difference. Which is when I realized that the engine had died. So I put it into neutral and turned the key.
Nothing happened.
Or at least, it didn’t turn over. It did that cute little Rr Rr Rr thing, like cars do when they’re out of gas. If only I had been out of gas. I was a whole 2 miles from work, so I pulled over to the shoulder and called in, and my team lead came out to get me.
That was the night before last. Yesterday morning I had a coworker drop me off at the car and called a tow truck. I got towed to my mechanic of choice and walked the rest of the way home. They called at around 2:00 to tell me the problem. My timing belt slipped. Oh. And my spark plugs are really really dirty.
I’m thinking it was the spark plugs.
Anyway, it’s going to cost around $400. Ok. It’s going to cost exactly $400, which is a darned sight close to the “extra” that I was expecting to be taking home in about a week.
You know, the Lord is good, and He always provides in time of need. It’s just that, this one time, I wish He had at least stalled the need until the provision got there. Just 24 hours with the pleasure of a spare half-grand in my account would have been a very happy feeling.
You go talk to Him. I’m going to go home and feel grateful now.
neumatikos 
“My car broke.It was the oddest thing.” hahahaha. sorry. I’ve just gotten so used to those cars dying every couple of months (or days) that I’ve told Jason if I get a new car its going to be a mid90s or later honda, no late80s. ha.
oh, and no, if you were given the pleasure of a spare half-grand in your account, you would have spent it on something else (like music), and when the car broke down you wouldn’t have that money available…
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