11pm
I’m tired. Yes, plain old TIRED. We’ve been in a painting frenzy here at the casa (pix soon) and my place is totally trashed. We’re talkin’ no room to walk — what with all the office crap in the living room and all the bathroom crap in the office. Not a good way to be, fer sure. The paint fumes messed with my sleep last night and I didn’t have time for a nap today. On top of that, the coffee shop was slammed tonite and I was alone. OY!
The Honda is in the shop and I’m in a rental (piece of crap Chevy Cavalier. Do people really buy these shitty little cars??) paid for by the buttlickers at Goodyear (né Firestone) who are redoing all the work from last year that was done by an idiot who was later fired. Yeah, nothing inspires one more than getting shitty service then being told, in a chipper manner, that THAT guy was fired, and now we have a guy who actually can fix your car! Heeyuck, yeah, buddy, sign me up. GAWD, I hate car guys. Anyway, they are redoing the $920 of work done on the Honda and I’ll prolly get a lot of extra stuff fixed in addition to what they are redoing. The tech, Vincent, is an actual Honda tech and he is totally into fixing ALL the stuff wrong with my car. I certainly hope that I get out of it without having to buy some fucked up part that has died or something. The last fucked up part that died was a $200 O2 sensor. BAH!
[Do NOT EVER use a Gemini, Firestone or other shitty oil change shop for maintenance on your car. My Honda has a noisy transmission because I used that shitty Goodyear shop to work on her. Find a GOOD mechanic. It’s worth it. -A Mar 2015]