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agentotterI just called my mechanic to see how they're doing on my truck repair; it was 5 o'clock and I was getting kind of nervous that they hadn't called yet to tell me they were done, especially since they'd had the thing since like 10am.
So he told me that they're not done yet and I won't be able to pick it up until tomorrow. (I guess this is a sign that I am getting my $850 worth?) So I was trying to figure out how I'm going to get home, considering that I have my dog with me and I'm supposed to be using my truck to pick up a desk on my way home and the person selling it is going to give it to somebody else if I don't get my ass there. Also, I have a horse to feed, and all of the people I could call for a ride are about to go out to dinner together, so they're not exactly available. So I said, "Do you have any loaner cars?" And he said, "No. You could get a rental, but they're closed."
And that was when this strange feeling came over me, and suddenly my skin turned green and I went into this total 'roid rage and I ripped my favorite pair of purple trousers.
Luckily, my supervisor was still here and I begged the keys to the company truck off her, even though I'm not actually on the insurance to drive it. (So, undoubtedly, something horrible will happen on my way home.)
This is doubly unfortunate because the fact that these guys apparently thought nothing of leaving me stranded at work with absolutely no means of getting home kind of tells me that I need to find a new mechanic, and I hate finding a new mechanic. Also, the incident offers a saddening glimpse into my life, wherein people tell me, "You're SOL, bitch, suck it," and I'm all, "Oh, that's okay, I guess," and I always say "thank you" when I end a call, like "thank you for royally screwing me just now, I really enjoyed it." My supervisor was all, "WTF?! I would've been yelling at them on the phone! You need to give them hell when you go in to pick up that truck tomorrow!" I am not capable of giving anyone hell, at all, but I will try. I will try my hardest.
You know, my mom once told me that when she left my dad, she actually went to an "assertiveness training" class. I wonder if anybody still offers such a thing. I could kind of use it. I think. I mean, maybe. If you think so too. *insert emoticon here in shape of pathetic wallflower*
So he told me that they're not done yet and I won't be able to pick it up until tomorrow. (I guess this is a sign that I am getting my $850 worth?) So I was trying to figure out how I'm going to get home, considering that I have my dog with me and I'm supposed to be using my truck to pick up a desk on my way home and the person selling it is going to give it to somebody else if I don't get my ass there. Also, I have a horse to feed, and all of the people I could call for a ride are about to go out to dinner together, so they're not exactly available. So I said, "Do you have any loaner cars?" And he said, "No. You could get a rental, but they're closed."
And that was when this strange feeling came over me, and suddenly my skin turned green and I went into this total 'roid rage and I ripped my favorite pair of purple trousers.
Luckily, my supervisor was still here and I begged the keys to the company truck off her, even though I'm not actually on the insurance to drive it. (So, undoubtedly, something horrible will happen on my way home.)
This is doubly unfortunate because the fact that these guys apparently thought nothing of leaving me stranded at work with absolutely no means of getting home kind of tells me that I need to find a new mechanic, and I hate finding a new mechanic. Also, the incident offers a saddening glimpse into my life, wherein people tell me, "You're SOL, bitch, suck it," and I'm all, "Oh, that's okay, I guess," and I always say "thank you" when I end a call, like "thank you for royally screwing me just now, I really enjoyed it." My supervisor was all, "WTF?! I would've been yelling at them on the phone! You need to give them hell when you go in to pick up that truck tomorrow!" I am not capable of giving anyone hell, at all, but I will try. I will try my hardest.
You know, my mom once told me that when she left my dad, she actually went to an "assertiveness training" class. I wonder if anybody still offers such a thing. I could kind of use it. I think. I mean, maybe. If you think so too. *insert emoticon here in shape of pathetic wallflower*