My Effing Car
I've learned to hate the "check engine" light on my Jetta. I call it "The $400 Light", as it's never signified the need for anything minor. The "check engine" light is bad.
This time around it's a timing belt (& associated gizmos), water pump, and an oxygen sensor. So I'm looking at over a grand in car repair bills, plus more when finances allow.
And a week from today, I get my teeth drilled.
Behold! The lifestyle of an affluent SoCal techie! Too poor to afford a house, too rich to get any sympathy. Just remember: whatever unbearable place you're stuck, it's being stuck that makes it unbearable. Gilded cages and all that.