Eh, Nirvana...some women are just like that at work. We've come a long way, baby. Sometimes. I would want to just smack them, but I wouldn't. Vent here, so you don't do some much needed bitch-slappin'!
I'm carless for the whole weekend. (Not careless, carless.) I've trusted this mechanic for years, though some have bad stories. That's how that world works. "Oh, you should've taken it here, or you should have taken it there." Well thanks. Where were you with your oh so sage advice when I needed to get my car fixed? Whatever. Everybody has all that great "you should have" shit when I already tried to do something. I love being told I did stuff wrong. Makes me feel young again.
They were supposed to call me on Friday to let me know a final estimate. No call. I hadn't the mental energy to overcome my phone aversion and call and ask them. At this point 'no news is bad news.' And I couldn't stop in because, well, no car.
They stopped being open on Saturday years ago. Making too much money I guess. When my friends took me to the store today we drove by and I waved at my car, sitting outside in the lot.
I guess having no transportation and not going where I want, when I want, is a humbling experience for me. But hopefully, with the holiday weekend and all, I'll have a car Tuesday or Wednesday. Meantime, can't go hang with dad, brothers are both on long weekends away, and I'm bummy bum bum.