My car is back tra-la!!!! It makes the driveway look sooo much happier. Concrete is dull and boring and needs a lot of spice for contrast especially now that the grass has turned that weird winter green/brown/yellow color. Not so lovely.
I almost forgive the guy for having it for a week and two days. Car is less cranky sounding on cold start...the bearing and sway bars being fixed make it turn nicer with less rattling...and mostly I am happy it is not perma-broken or have some mystery gremlin that no mechanic can fathom.
So, despite the ouchy price tag $1614 and some change, it is still cheaper than finding a different good on gas car. Lots of things are cheap right now, but all of them guzzle gas like an alcoholic on a bender. Cash for clunkers really made life suck for anyone looking for a used car. Lots of the so-called "clunkers" would have been just fine by reasonable standards...people just wanted a good deal on a new car. Plus, I figure if I'm nice to it, I can put 100,000 more miles on that car. Jon's Jeep is 100,000 miles ahead of my car and still going strong.
So, for Christmas, I get my car back!
Now I just have to deal with three, YES THREE different versions of "Run Rudolph Run" to help pay for the repair (and all the other living expenses) at work. I counted 15 plays of that fucking song yesterday. Yes, run, Rudolph, run right in front of a Peterbilt on the freeway. Then that will be the end of you.
Jon left for work quite some time ago. Nice to have some time to myself and not leave for work an hour to four hours early...although the four hour early days I usually have tea with a pal. And I do think I am going to continue the tradition as long as I don't work until 1 30 or 2 30 on freight days. That could change due to the corporate office's weird ideas on freight...but I am not going to volunteer to do freight at 5 am...and the powers that be will have to force me into it.
Showing posts with label car repair. Show all posts
Showing posts with label car repair. Show all posts
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Friday, December 2, 2011
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.
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.
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