My car, the warrenty that was, and the transmission work that will be
Ok, so I was running out of warrenty miles. My extended warrenty ends at 97,300 miles. I was at 97,150 or so and I realized that with 40+ miles a day just to get to-and-from work, that I was running out of time to get it in and get it looked at and anything warrenty-covered fixed. So, last Friday I took it to the dealership. Now, the dealership is about 15 minutes north of where I live (which is like 45 minutes north of where I work). They had it Friday, Saturday, Sunday and wanted me to come in first thing Monday morning to do a test drive with the service guy. It's shuddering when in stop-and-go traffic and not going into gear. I think there's something wrong with the transmission. Transmission is an expensive thing to work on when you have to pay for it yoursef. So, I go there before work and spend the next hour and a half driving with not one, but two guys all over the place. What happens? Nothing of course. Damn shit wouldn't happen when they were in the car with me. So, already, this it the fourth day without the car and they can't reproduce the problem. The warrenty company won't pay for a manual inspection - ie: taking it all apart and running tests - because it's not a "validated" concern. (yeah, I just made the shit up) Arg! So, I'm out $60 for the inspection they did, they did NOT fix anything, and I didn't have my car for 6 days now. I'm getting it back tonight - there was a recall on the hood that I had them take care of while they already had it. Now, I'm of course worried that in a month's time, my transmission will fall out of my car or something, the warrenty people will laugh, and I'll get stuck holding the bill. In short: Grr.
It's a mad, mad, mad, mad world
Driving around like crazy in one car is just evil. This was yesterday: Get up, take my Love to work, fight with traffic from hell to continue north to dealership. Drive my car around for an hour, find nothing wrong. Get back in my Love's car, drive almost an hour to work. Drive all the way home, pick up my Love, drive all the way back down near my work to go to his Mom's house for her birthday. Drive home.
Needless to say, I put far too many miles in yesterday. There was so much driving and running around that I never even had a chance to eat dinner. No dinner for me and damn was I hungry. *pouts*
So this morning, I suddenly realized as it was time for me to walk out the door, that I had to take my Love into work again today. Crap. That meant for the third workdayin a row (Fri, Mon, Tues) I was going to be late. This really sucks and when I say something to the effect of "aw, shit" my Love gets mad at me for making him feel guilty. Woah, back up, I was just upset - not blaming anyone. Well, of course, this logic didn't fly and we ended up getting in a fight. He told me to go and his coworker (who lives in the next building over) would take him. So, I was late already (from waiting the 15 minutes or so for him to get ready before the fight), had gotten into a fight, and now was driving to work sobbing. Not a good thing. What doesn't help was I got chewed out for forgetting one bloody thing at work the day before: to order some new forms.
Form fitting or fit of anger?
Friday my coworker Michelle gave me some forms to scan (so we'd have digital copies) and a post-it with some of our carbon forms to reorder. Well, I scanned the ones and just honestly forgot about the other. I only thought "forms - done" once in my head. You know what? It happens, I'm freakn' human, ok? So anyway, it's like 4:30pm and she asks me if I ever ordered them. I had to ask her what she meant 'cause I was just thinking the ones I scanned. She reminds me and I was like "Oh my goodness - I am SO sorry, I forgot!" At which point, I quickly go online, order them, email the lady who handles the order and ask (plead) with her to get the order out that night so we'd get them this AM on overnight. I also left her a voicemail. My boss comes rampaging over though and starts in on how important they are and how it's something we need, etc etc. - all of which I KNOW, but I've already corrected the situation, apologized, and ensured delivery for next-day morning delivery (we had them by about 9:30am). I thought it was over and done with until I'm walking out the door and he calls me into his office. He proceeds to tell me how unless I get more productive - "like tomorrow" - he'll move me out of my office and stick me upfront. (not that there's room up there - Michelle's upfront and there's only one desk and one pc there) This makes me so miserable that I end up bitching on the phone - and cursing like a sailor - to my friend Joolo the whole drive home. You have to understand, I'm here from 8am through at LEAST 6pm everynight. Some nights, I've been here until 7:30pm at night! I'm on salary so when I put in a 50-60 hour week (which I do every week), I only get paid for 40 hours. That's it. Free labor folks and I'm getting shit because I forgot ONE thing? Fuck...I'm still livid about it. I spend literally 12+ hours a day with work and drive time and I'm not productive? Pissed me off.
The rest of the day
Eh, I guess I feel a little better now then I did earlier. Eating helped. Joking around with my Love a bit in email helped too. I worry so much that he just doesn't love me anymore and when we fight over stupid stuff like that, it makes it even harder. Sometimes, I just feel so damned alone - but at the same time, that so many people just want to hurt me. And I'm sick of being hurt. Been there, done that. Far too many times.
I don't know what I'm feeling right now. I'm just frustrated with so many things in my life and I really want just a break. A nice, calm break to make things better - or at least stop making things bad.
So, there's the journal entry. Whoo-hoo. I wrote one finally. Yippie for me. Lunch is over though and I need to go and be under-productive now, so I'm closing.
~ flowers bloom near Memory and Dream
at 1/29/2002 03:08:54 PM ~
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