Same shit, different day

After I ended yesterday on such a high note, I was ecstatic about the weekend. I have a job interview at an Indian restaurant on Monday and that's because he was impressed with my e-mail. And today was going fine until I heard from fucking Mohammed. (Back story: My car hasn't been working since Labor Day and I took it to a shop by a friend's house to get it fixed last Thursday. I talked to the man and he said no more than $1000 to fix the shit up.) Now I get a call that my car is ready and my bill is $1500. All I asked my folks for was $800 and now I'm stuck in a hard place and need to come up with $200 more to get my car Monday. The upside is that he'll let me pay him the other $500 over time. Breaks are not given to me. Ever! I HAVE to get this job on Monday. And I don't have anyone to ask for the $200. I hate that I can't support myself. At least my parents don't know how I'm living. They'd be utterly disgusted. I'm pretty much out of options at this point. And now it's 5:45 and I plan to be good and drunk by 6:30. I'll let you know how that goes.