I mean, it REALLY loves me.
It loves me so much it doesn't EVER want me to leave it.
So it has fardleschnockered up it's locking mechanism on the driver's side door.
At first, I could jiggle the handle and it would release me. No more.
Then I could use the tab toggle thingy that locks/unlocks ALL the doors in the car to unlock it - No more.
Sometimes the pushbutton on the remote-entry thing would work. Not now.
No - the only way I can guarantee I can get out of the car is to lower the window, take the key out of the ignition, use the key from the OUTSIDE to unlock the door, then put the key back in the ignition and put the window back up.
I tried to take the car to the dealer yesterday morning to get this fixed, but without an appointment they're all swamped to shit and can't get in - so it has to wait for Monday to get settled.
I suppose it is ok. I really should NOT be spending any money just now, (although likely this will cost me to the teeth) so I can just stay home for the long weekend and only have to deal with getting out of the car 3 more times before I take it to the dealer again on Monday to have them perform an automotive divorce (so it won't love me QUITE so much...)
19 days
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Untitled
I tried really hard to think of a title for this post, but words failed me.
What is the very LAST thing you would ever expect to do first thing in the morning at work if you were an accountant. Besides installing an elevator in a single-storey building, of course...
Call the bank? Bah, that's S.O.P.
E-mail the bank and bitch about problems with some banking issues from Dec. 23? BORING DULL NORMAL.
Have the bank person send you a phone number to call for more help? Normal, normal, normal.
Call the number - and find out it's a phone-sex hotline?
Now THAT is one of those last things you'd expect. At least it was the last thing *I* expected when I called to get some additional assistance with our banking issue. I was - to say the least - surprised. So I checked the number and carefully redialed... and got Suzy Hotpants again.
*ahem*
So I had my boss call - just to make sure I hadn't been hallucinating....
Within seconds he had hung up and was calling the bank. He wasn't so much angry as... disappointed? confused? laughing his ass off without making noise? All of the above? Heh
Sometimes I think I've seen it/heard it/experienced it all. And then I have a day like that.
20 days
What is the very LAST thing you would ever expect to do first thing in the morning at work if you were an accountant. Besides installing an elevator in a single-storey building, of course...
Call the bank? Bah, that's S.O.P.
E-mail the bank and bitch about problems with some banking issues from Dec. 23? BORING DULL NORMAL.
Have the bank person send you a phone number to call for more help? Normal, normal, normal.
Call the number - and find out it's a phone-sex hotline?
Now THAT is one of those last things you'd expect. At least it was the last thing *I* expected when I called to get some additional assistance with our banking issue. I was - to say the least - surprised. So I checked the number and carefully redialed... and got Suzy Hotpants again.
*ahem*
So I had my boss call - just to make sure I hadn't been hallucinating....
Within seconds he had hung up and was calling the bank. He wasn't so much angry as... disappointed? confused? laughing his ass off without making noise? All of the above? Heh
Sometimes I think I've seen it/heard it/experienced it all. And then I have a day like that.
20 days
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