Its been a while, I haven't had a reason or a chance to blog. I had pretty much left the Paj alone for the last couple of weeks, and only had a brief squiz at the Skyline. I pretty much got as far as opening the bonnet and turning the key once or twice. A neighbour suggested the problem could be fixed by adding injector cleaner and "revving the shit out of it". I bet he knows "all about air fuel ratios" too. Thanks pal. I wouldn't be surprised though if its something really stupid like I've hooked the fuel pump up backwards, or reversed the return and feed lines. I couldn't be arsed checking to be honest, cause there's probably a million other things broken on it.

During the week I had thrown some money at some randoms on eBay for more fuel pumps for the pajero. The EFI pump, which I'm not sure I mentioned last post, had failed on the trip home. Making noises like it was pumping sand, not fuel. Ebay sellers have the advantage in that they don't ask difficult questions about what you are using the pump for. The pumps (I bought two identical ones, knowing that one would likely fail within minutes) took two weeks to arrive. Which was good, it was nice not having to get under that thing for a week or two, even though it was still broken.

Instead, I used that time un-breaking the Gemini. Seriously, I'd love to go a week without opening a bonnet. A day even. If anyone at work had cared that I was an hour late, I would have explained I had to re-engineer the heater hose system to avoid the multiple points where it leaked. Sadly, I don't think anyone even bothers to look at clocks when I arrive. I know I don't. What's the point in an excuse if you can't use it though. I did the same thing the next day when my fix failed completely. Again nobody cared. But forget cars.

So anyway change of topic, clearly my taste in girls is similar to my taste in cars. Aka, high maintenance. Couple of past examples, one girl had told most of her friends that she had moved overseas to avoid having to deal with an ex. Except she was still in Brisbane. She never thought this would be a problem. Another one thought that the correct way to settle an argument was to swerve into the path oncoming traffic. Actually, scratch high maintenance, I mean broken.

So, there's a girl I work with (though in different department) who I was at one time pretty close to, but never went that far with. Basically just drinking buddies. Now every workplace has the resident psychotic, they must be a government requirement like a WPH&S officer. Over the last year or so, she's taken that role on and run with it. Bi-polar, squared. Completely delusional, fiercely competitive and unable to stop talking even, when nobody is listening (or they've left the room). A minor workplace disagreement becomes a matter of pride, and there's drama for weeks. I gather this shit happens when I'm not around (probably late), or I some how rise above it all. Or more likely, I just ignore it. Regardless, most people who used to be her friends now thinks she's insane, with good reason. I heard about most of this second hand, and take it with a grain of salt, because generally anything you hear of this kinda nature is dramatised. Half the time when I get a big whinge filled email, I ignore it anyway, regardless who its from. I skim for the good bits, but good luck getting a reply. Unless its about me, I don't care. Now this girl has pretty much systematically alienated all her work friends, I'd stayed off the radar because "don't care" apparently translates into "easy going" in the mind of a nut bag.

So I carried on ignoring the more and more insane sounding emails and smses, some I'd reply to, if I was bored. Then the other week I start hearing opinions that she had happened to express to other people. Like I'm "spending too much time with" some other girl from work, and apparently "doing it behind her back". Brilliant. Possessive much? So on Thursday I get this email asking if I want to go with her to October Fest on the weekend sometime. I was already going, but didn't reply. Then I get a call that night from her asking the same question, she was going Saturday I was already committed to going on Friday. With her being a little on the clingy side with the phone call, I didn't mention that, but said I was busy on Saturday. Which I was.

"Do you get caught out much?"
"Uh?"
"Do you get get caught out doing that much?"
"What? Being busy?"
"No, lying."
"Uh?"
"Ha. You're a terrible liar."
"What lie? I've got a BBQ on Saturday."
"Yeah, whatever you say."
"Right-o."
*click*

Awesome. On that note if I get stabbed, in my will I'm donating my cars to a mental health charity, let those wacky cunts work them out.

PS. Wheat beers were a fucking terrible idea.

birds birds birds.

at least she cant sabotage any of your cars.

No, probably not. I do that myself.

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