I'm back where I started. I could've done more to be sure the car was reliable.........but I'm still not positive I know what's wrong with it. Just borrowed money to order a $200 part. The mechanic I had to take it to after it stalled in traffic and wouldn't start for 20 min., couldn't even figure it out. Or else, they were just trying to get me to spend on even more expensive trial and error repairs. I love when they tell me, "Oh, it's an old car, you know......." Well, soooorrrrry, I can't afford, nor do I really want to pay $20,000 for a new car. The mechanic did a computer diagnostic test, and found a code for a bad sensor. I'll fix it myself. They'd end up charging me at least $75 in labor for unscrewing 2 screws, taking a small part out, and screwing a new one back in, plus they would order me an overpriced part.............and they didn't even think that was really the issue. Although, I read on the internet that my symptoms match up with issues with these sensors, and the parts person told me so as well. The mechanic insisted that the symptoms I explained were irrelevant, and just coincidences. God, I'm so sick of it. Why can't they show some mercy for people with older cars? I mean, does it look like I have money?? Anyway, I told the agency lady to just give the job to someone else. I applied for govn't assistance. Maybe I can get some medical assistance to see a doctor for what I suspect might be PMDD, and migraines. I quit my previous job not once but 3 times, maybe because of it. I get so depressed and emotionally unstable that I just give up. And now I'm unemployed through my own fault. I feel hopeless to find a new job where I'll be somewhat happy. I liked my old job for the most part. It was really problems I was having at home that made me decide to just not show up for work one day. I felt stuck at home, and impulsively thought to quit my source of income to be forced to move out of the situation. Hasn't even happened yet because I cashed out my 401k to pay rent, but now that's gone. I can't move back home anyway. My mom doesn't really want me there, and she is an alcoholic anyway. I can't be around that again. I'm stuck with the inconsiderate "boyfriend" who cares more about baby mama#2 who has 3 sep. baby daddies, his video game, and football than he does about me.