Man, how does he keep coming up with humerous titles like that?
Just a general type update. I got off a quick job interview this morning at an elementary school. It went well, but I have to get a matching part time job at another school in the district, so I get to play again at another school on Monday.
Then hi-ho, hi-ho, off to work I went. I started my first day as a professional type semi-mechanic. Semi as in kind of, not as in big rigs. I hope. I spent all day bent over an ugly 93 Grand Am, and I suppose I fixed it. Their complaint was that they'd let it sit for six months, (can you say deployment boys and girls?) and it wouldn't start.
Well it runs now. Do your mechanic a favor and change your spark plugs at least once a decade. (every year would be nice) This thing ran so rough when we charged up the battery, that the first thing we did was check to make sure it hadn't jumped the timing chain.
Of course, just because it's running now, doesn't stop the huge clouds of steam from the exhaust nor the big coolant leak causing it. Blown cylinder head gasket. Woot. Tommorow I get to rip the guy's head off. Erm, to fix his car that is. Yeah. But I charged the battery, checked the timing, did a compression test, changed the plugs, filled the anitfreeze, and didn't even charge extra for fixing the flat.
Oh yeah. Please bring your car to me. Please. At forty percent of labor, I will try, nay, I will strive valiantly to find whatever ails it. Another nine hours of TLC for the head gaskets, and this bad boy'll be back on the road.
All that to say this. I started my job today. It went alright. Despite the worlds slowest spark plug change. (please, please change your plugs AND wires, my arm looks like I used a cheese grater on it.) Much more fun today than yesterday. Happy happy joy woot. Peace out.