Still no car

The car was dropped off early Monday morning. It is now Friday.  I've been told many things regarding the finish date; most recently, that it would be today. So wrong.  They keep it the weekend.  If they don't put the damn thing back together on Monday I am going to go ballistic.  Who knows, maybe I'll be one of those horrible screaming people who score large discounts by being assholes.  It's definitely possible. This is ridiculous for a job that I was told would take two days.  I knew it was a big job.  I want it done correctly. I also want it done in a timely manner.

  I'm sorry, maybe you should run  your garage a little differently and take appointments?  Or maybe refuse to do oil changes, install batteries, and other piddly little bullshit like install windshield wipers which even the minimum wage workers at Auto Zone will do for you...for free?  The only reason I even know any of that goes on in there is that my mother in law took her car in there today to get a blower motor for her call installed so that her car is a little safer in the rain and snow.  I guess she didn't realize how bad it was until she drove Jon home one day when it was raining.  She came over to use our bathroom because there isn't one in the garage and the restroom at the BP was disgusting. I don't blame her. But she said idiots were having the mechanics install windshield wipers and such.   Isn't that kind of like paying a surgeon to prescribe cold medicine?  I hate stupidity.

I spent tons of cash-ola on things like toilet paper.  Then Jon went to work and I was to wait until they called about the car. They never did, of course, so I called them.  Such great news.  Fuckers.  Fix the damn thing!  Jon is now at work and I am drinking whiskey sours while dying my hair and killing time on the computer while watching Hoarders.

We both work tomorrow, of course.   I almost don't even care what the bill is for this repair. I just want this all over with.

The diagnosis?  My 2 timing chains...(oh, joy there's two!)  and two lifters.  At least, as far as I know.  Jon has been dealing with them.  They don't seem particularly welcoming to women.  I hate that.