BAM!!! Pressure's off. A little.
Just to warm you up, a joke. Written on the headstone of one of an Army Mule. (they used to be kept as mascots) (actually i heard somewhere that this one was real, but who knows?)
Here lies Sally the mule. During his 15 years of service to the United States Army he kicked over forty privates, twenty-two sergeants, fourteen lieutenants, eight captains, five majors, four colonels, two generals, and one bomb.
So I ran out to the junkyard today. (dear Lord I love that place.) I'm replacing a wheel drum on my minivan. Someone prior to me "fixed" it in such a way that if I ever find out who did it, they won't fix anything but themselves. In a hospital. They had repaired it in such a way as to create a very real danger of the wheel falling off under high stress. You know, like going around a curve on the highway at seventy miles an hour? Blech.
Back to story, I start chatting with a guy loading up a tranny onto a trailer. And, he offers me a job. Just like that. All this time looking, and nothing. Not even trying, and someone walks up to me and offers me a job. How about that.
I explained I'm a decent shade tree mechanic, but some things I know and some I don't. He said that's fine, you've got your own tools? Yep. You can follow instructions? Yep. Okay, he'll pay forty percent of labor. (Les' see, about 90 dollars an hour in killeen for labor, divide by two and take away a little.......woot!!!)
Then I'm riding out with someone so they can pull the part (not as manly, I know, but it's a frickin' mud bath out there today, and for once I'd rather wait than pull it myself.) And they happen to mention that the owner is hiring. Starting at 75 a day, and usually going up by about half again if it works out after a couple of months.
Hmmmm. Now I've got my old options, but something to look into this week if they don't pan out. Cool.