Monday, December 12, 2005

My Mechanic

My mechanic is a very good mechanic. He came well recommended by a co-worker, whose very picky husband has been taking their cars there for years. I too have been taking my car there for years, approximately three.

My mechanic has a very busy shop, and not a lot of space, so getting your car in can be troublesome, as are his Monday-Friday, 8 am-ish to 5 pm-on-the-dot hours.

My mechanic recently got divorced, and got a new girlfriend.

My mechanic was in jail 2 months ago, for "unpaid tickets", and took 4 days to fix the last problem on my car.

My mechanic made me leave the "Pay To The Order Of" portion of the check blank, last time I paid him for repairs. And the canceled check has an illegible scribble in its place.

My mechanic was not at the shop today when we dropped off the car. Instead we left it with one of the usual workers. Interestingly enough, he was the only worker there. Again.

My mechanic never called to tell us what was going on with the car.

My mechanic's phone number has been disconnected.

My mechanic's shop was all locked up, with my car inside, when I arrived tonight.

My mechanic's shop neighbor said my mechanic has not been paying his bills or showing up, and when asked if any work had been done on any of the vehicles, the neighbor said no, because Bob* doesn't know when or if he will be paid, so he just opens and closes each day.

My mechanic is holding my car hostage, and I WANT HER BACK. Service Engine Soon light and all.

My mechanic is going to get his ass kicked if I don't get my car back tomorrow morning.
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And, my boss is coming for a visit tomorrow, I have a 2 hour break for dinner before I have to go back until 11:00 pm, after getting up at 6:30 am, which I will have to do again tomorrow morning.

I'm not whining, I'm just fucking pissed at the world at this moment. Aren't you glad you stopped by?

4 Comments:

At 12/12/2005 7:34 PM, Blogger Frange said...

Um.. damn.

I was going to insert some kind of clever twist on the cliche about making a certain tart citrus beverage when life presents you with such calamities, but I think your collective misfortune has jarred every optomistic muscle in me out of alignment. My heart's just not in it.

That sucks, I'm sorry, and I really do hope everything works out. :(

At least you don't have it as bad as this girl on Intervention.

She "develops early," and by 11 she looks like she's 17.

Her 13-year-old cousin sexually assaults her.

Her parents get divorced.

They move to a new neighborhood.

Another cousin at her new school tells everyone at school that she's a whore that f'd her cousin.

Her dad, her hero and stabilizing force, dies suddenly from skin cancer.

A family friend steps in to try and be a father figure to her. He sexually abuses her too; and turns her onto shooting crystal meth.


So, um, at least you're not a junkie. :D

 
At 12/12/2005 8:47 PM, Blogger realJWade said...

But maybe you should be. It'd help deal with work.

 
At 12/12/2005 10:44 PM, Blogger MC Etcher said...

Ugh! Good luck!

 
At 12/13/2005 8:16 AM, Blogger Robin said...

Ridiculous.

 

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