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When One Door Closes, Another Door Breaks

Well since no one seems to be visiting the site I can talk about any old boring shit I feel like. So let's talk about my car! Whee!

As you may remember, (you=empty space since no one is actually here reading), I had to get some big ass repairs done on the car lately. I got most of them done, (will get the other important thing done in February), and excitedly drove my car out of the Service Department's garage. Yay!

Not yay. As soon as I pulled out into the street I noticed a hell of a lot of noise coming out from underneath my steering wheel area. My car sounded like a wind up toy..I could hear every bit of engine noise that car made. Needless to say, I was less than pleased. I could not turn around immediately because I had to get to work. I had already missed four hours of work over the days because of this car so I vowed to have it back in there on my next day off.

Ok, so I didn't do it yesterday because I was lazy after working 8 days in a row and I had a lot of crap to do, (your house becomes a fricken mess when you work too many days in a row...word to the wise), so I didn't particularly feel like getting up to go sit in a waiting room all day long.

I told myself last night, as I was laying down to sleep that I would get up and do it this morning. I made a list of all the things I had to do today and that was the second thing.

I woke up this morning, lazy as all hell, and said, "I don't feel like doing it. I'll do it next week." See, one major thing I had to do was spend a good few hours at the laundromat since the washer and dryer in this building broke and the landlords seem in no hurry to fix it. I had about three weeks of clothing in DIRE need of cleaning and I could not put this off any longer. I decided that my big task of the day would be to get the clothes washed and then I was coming home and relaxing. End of discussion.

I got my car, pulled it around to the front of the building to load the mountain of laundry into it and drove off to the laundromat. I got to the 'mat and was quite happy with myself for making it this far. Getting there is half the battle with me. I'm fucking lazy.

I go to open my trunk...the bitch won't open. What the fuck. I just had the damn thing open when I put the clothes in there! The car has no trunk release, it is operated by key and key alone and that key was NOT opening the trunk. The trunk with all my work clothes in it. ALL my work clothes.

Desperate I jetted over to the nearest mechanic at a gas station and watched him do everything I had already done only to be told I had to go to a locksmith. Whatever. Irritated beyond words that this simple fucking task of doing my laundry was taking more time out of my day than necessary, (already annoyed that I couldn't use the washer and dryer in my own building), I angrily drove to the Service Department a good half an hour away.

I arrived just in time for everyone to go to lunch. I was told I would have to wait about 2 hours for everyone to come back. Jesus! I asked if someone could at least just open the dang trunk so I could do my dang laundry. A mechanic came over and said that what they would have to do is climb in to the back of the car to be able to open the trunk and that would cost me $135. Yah, like I have ANY money left after the repairs I just had done.

But it hit me..."climb in to the back of the trunk? How would they do that?" Ok, so, remember I said I had just worked 8 days in a row? SO I was tired and not thinking clearly. Alright? Back off! DUH! Pull the back seat down! Wah-la! Trunk exposed! Major sigh of relief that I would not have to show up for work tomorrow in either my grungy day off wear or my pajamas, I thanked them.

Right at that time my regular Service lady walked by and set up for a mechanic to fix the noise in my car that was a direct result of some of the repairs they made. Apparenlty some rubber thing had slipped down the something (that's all I heard, "blah blah blah, rubber blah blah slipped down blah blah take two seconds to fix") and the mechanic admitted he might not have put it back on correctly. So he fixed it and I was charged nothing.

My car sounds really good now. Rides a lot smoother too! In February, it will ride even better when I get the last of the work done. ANYWAY, so I finally got back to my side of town and got that fucking laundry done at LONG last.

I was feeling so good about getting so much accomplished today, (including cleaning my house), that I even folded and put away the laundry. I KNOW!

So, the trunk lock is broken and I have to get that fixed but it's not something I need to do right now. And, also, plus, the Service lady I schedule things with gave me her cell number so that I could have her boyfriend, one of the mechanics, fix the thing for me. She said he charges half what the dealer charges. Now I know she's probably not supposed to do that but do you think I' going to report her for saving me money? HELL no.

I would list everything I did today but that would even be too boring for me. Just know that I did a lot and I rewarded myself with a nice chocolate milk. I deserved it.

Now, either start commenting and showing a little love around here or I can write even more boring posts in the future. It's your own damn faults.

Posted by S. Faolan Wolf at January 12, 2006 10:09 PM | TrackBack