I Fixed It!
I'm not very good at doing things. This isn't me wallowing in self pity - I'm simply acknowledging that I usually quit before I start. And if that's not the case, my attempts at productivity routinely become what might be described as "hijinks." I think that's what makes me so charming.
And thus I was more than a little disappointed in myself when I decided to tackle a small car repair and it ended in success. The task seemed pretty simple: replacing a burnt-out turn signal bulb. But confidence was low when it came to actually completing said task. I went so far as to purchase the replacement bulb at Auto Zone at least 3 weeks ago. But I felt that once I actually owned the bulb, the rest would just follow. Like, perhaps bluebirds would flutter out to my car, figure out how to access my front headlights, and I would wake one morning to a functioning turn signal. While they braided my hair. And chirped a merry tune.
Alas, the only bird I have seen as of late is the dead crow outside on the sidewalk. I would like to think he was on his way to my living room to pick up my turn signal bulb, but then I might feel partially responsible for his death, and I just don't think I can handle that right now.
So "replace turn signal bulb" has been on my to-do list for the last several weeks. Before that it was ""consider buying turn signal bulb." I know what you're thinking: "You have a to-do list? Can't you remember to watch Oprah on your own?" Well, yes, I can. But sometimes I have to remember not to watch Oprah because Chris Rock is on and that looks stupid.
Anyways, I was determined to make something of this day, so I looked up directions on replacing a turn signal bulb, and headed out to my car solo. Without even a posse of songbirds to back me up.
The elementary school on our street was letting out right then, so the sidwalks were bustling. I thought that this was sure sign that I would have a hilarious/embarassing episode. But against all the odds, I managed to replace the bulb pretty quickly and without incident.
I was feeling pretty good. Too good. So I decided to do a little investigating into myself. Exactly how long ago did this bulb burn out anyways? I know that I emailed my dad when I first noticed it, so I did a little search in my gmail records.
May 14th. Wow. I mean, it was May 14th 2009, but still. 4 1/2 months. What have I been doing for 4 1/2 months? I have no idea. Oprah was on summer hiatus for a majority of that time, so I don't have a clue. Anyways, that's what I get for feeling good about myself. Way to go me. I deserved to be knocked down a peg or two.
And thus I was more than a little disappointed in myself when I decided to tackle a small car repair and it ended in success. The task seemed pretty simple: replacing a burnt-out turn signal bulb. But confidence was low when it came to actually completing said task. I went so far as to purchase the replacement bulb at Auto Zone at least 3 weeks ago. But I felt that once I actually owned the bulb, the rest would just follow. Like, perhaps bluebirds would flutter out to my car, figure out how to access my front headlights, and I would wake one morning to a functioning turn signal. While they braided my hair. And chirped a merry tune.
Alas, the only bird I have seen as of late is the dead crow outside on the sidewalk. I would like to think he was on his way to my living room to pick up my turn signal bulb, but then I might feel partially responsible for his death, and I just don't think I can handle that right now.
So "replace turn signal bulb" has been on my to-do list for the last several weeks. Before that it was ""consider buying turn signal bulb." I know what you're thinking: "You have a to-do list? Can't you remember to watch Oprah on your own?" Well, yes, I can. But sometimes I have to remember not to watch Oprah because Chris Rock is on and that looks stupid.
Anyways, I was determined to make something of this day, so I looked up directions on replacing a turn signal bulb, and headed out to my car solo. Without even a posse of songbirds to back me up.
The elementary school on our street was letting out right then, so the sidwalks were bustling. I thought that this was sure sign that I would have a hilarious/embarassing episode. But against all the odds, I managed to replace the bulb pretty quickly and without incident.
I was feeling pretty good. Too good. So I decided to do a little investigating into myself. Exactly how long ago did this bulb burn out anyways? I know that I emailed my dad when I first noticed it, so I did a little search in my gmail records.
May 14th. Wow. I mean, it was May 14th 2009, but still. 4 1/2 months. What have I been doing for 4 1/2 months? I have no idea. Oprah was on summer hiatus for a majority of that time, so I don't have a clue. Anyways, that's what I get for feeling good about myself. Way to go me. I deserved to be knocked down a peg or two.
Labels: auto mechanics, birds, shame
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