So today I stop at a gas station to get a bottle of water and when I come back out my car wont start. It only makes a high-pitched whine coming from the starter. I call the place that FIXED it yesterday and just lost it.
It takes a lot for me to lose my temper. Even when I do 99% of the time I dont get so pissed that I really lay into someone. Today at 1:54 pm the top of my happy box where I stuff all the bad crap in my life, disintegrated. If I were a cartoon I would have been devil red with steam coming out of my ears.
When I call them up, they tell me to get it towed back to them and they will take a look at it. I tell them that there is no way in hell that I am paying for a tow truck to haul my car 10 miles back to the shop. They agree to send a truck, but if it isnt there fault, if its something else on the car I have to pay for it. Fine.
I text NineDayJane and tell her whats going on. At this point Im passing pissed off and heading right in to a full-blown panic attack. All the crap from this week has just beat me down.
The tremor in my hands has gotten a little worse over the past month. Its a side effect of a med Im on. Today, my hands are shaking. Over a few txt NineDayJane gets me to calm down. I make a new lid for my happy box and pick up around the scene of the emotional eruption.
I had picked up Lord of the Flies earlier for 2 bucks so I start reading it.
The god news, it didnt cost me a dime to get the car fixed. I didnt give an inch at the shop. I think if I flinched even just a little they would have stuck me with the bill. There was a full waiting room of customers and I think they didnt want me making a scene.
The mechanic scammed a new starter out of NAPA. Which was cool, but its the same scam they tried to pull on me. Im never going back there for work again.
This has just been hell week for me. Fuck it. What am I going to do? I gotta keep moving forward.
SGB show tomorrow night. I want to kiss a girl. I need some human contact to remind me to chill out.
Im very calm right now. I feel ok. I think I just put too much stuff in the happy box.
It takes a lot for me to lose my temper. Even when I do 99% of the time I dont get so pissed that I really lay into someone. Today at 1:54 pm the top of my happy box where I stuff all the bad crap in my life, disintegrated. If I were a cartoon I would have been devil red with steam coming out of my ears.
When I call them up, they tell me to get it towed back to them and they will take a look at it. I tell them that there is no way in hell that I am paying for a tow truck to haul my car 10 miles back to the shop. They agree to send a truck, but if it isnt there fault, if its something else on the car I have to pay for it. Fine.
I text NineDayJane and tell her whats going on. At this point Im passing pissed off and heading right in to a full-blown panic attack. All the crap from this week has just beat me down.
The tremor in my hands has gotten a little worse over the past month. Its a side effect of a med Im on. Today, my hands are shaking. Over a few txt NineDayJane gets me to calm down. I make a new lid for my happy box and pick up around the scene of the emotional eruption.
I had picked up Lord of the Flies earlier for 2 bucks so I start reading it.
The god news, it didnt cost me a dime to get the car fixed. I didnt give an inch at the shop. I think if I flinched even just a little they would have stuck me with the bill. There was a full waiting room of customers and I think they didnt want me making a scene.
The mechanic scammed a new starter out of NAPA. Which was cool, but its the same scam they tried to pull on me. Im never going back there for work again.
This has just been hell week for me. Fuck it. What am I going to do? I gotta keep moving forward.
SGB show tomorrow night. I want to kiss a girl. I need some human contact to remind me to chill out.
Im very calm right now. I feel ok. I think I just put too much stuff in the happy box.
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In this fine state, all mechanics & shops that repair vehicles for compensation MUST be certified by the state. The BAR is kinda like the BBB, except it's run by the State of Michigan. Too many complaints & a shop gets investigated.