A season to give thanks?

So, Thanksgiving holiday is around the corner and for some reason, I am wondering what I should be thankful for. *chuckle* You'll forgive me if I snort with derision on the thought.

I shall list the things that have happened since the last post. Let me know if I should be in a thankful frame of mind right now.

My car's transmission decided to stop working one chilly morning as I drove in the pre-dawn darkness to do a job that should have been a walk in the park. As my car rolled to a stop on the highway, I felt the bitter taste of despair rise in my mouth. I called the company I work for and informed them that my car died. They pulled me off the job (no surprise) and then pulled me off the schedule until I proved my car was working again.

I spent the next six hours, after pushing my 3500 lb. car to the side of the road, waiting for a tow truck in the freezing cold. They told me he'd be there by noon. Around 2pm, after numerous calls to the tow company, the tow truck finally arrived. I was towed to the repair facility and after the initial assessment of my car, I was given a $5000 repair estimate.

Somehow. my heart didn't stop working to put me out of my misery. I told the guy I needed time to think about this, and he dropped me off at my home. I immediately dug out the phone book and started calling around. Eventually, I found a shop that gave me an estimate about half of the above amount. After paying $100 to release my car from the first place I got it towed to the next place.

Then the real fun ensued. I had to call in favors from a number of people to lend me the money to pay for that repair. I can't tell you the number of people who said no.

A week later, I had my car back and I was put back to work, but was limited to a few days a week because I was considered "unreliable" now. *sigh* I have to suffer the ignoble appellation of being irresponsible and losing a week's worth of work, besides owing the cost of the car repairs.

It gets better. A couple of days ago, I was told by my landlord that I need to move out by the end of April. As if I don't have enough on my plate. Yesterday, I received a call from my credit card company to inform me that my interest rate is now at the maximum because of my inability pay the minimum payment. And the car insurance is due next week.

As the saying goes, When it rains, it pours. This economy had better pick up fast or things will get extremely unpleasant. I wonder when it is time to say enough is enough. *grin* Can't even afford alcohol to drown out my sorrows. How sad is that?