nixtress's Diaryland Diary

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Mechanics suck Pt. 2 and rain, rain, rain

What a day.

Remember that piece of crap car of mine that I've had problems with but that Mr. Dick-oops-I-Mean-Mechanic said there was nothing wrong with?

Yep. It died on me again today. Bad scenario---I ran home instead of taking my lunch break so that I could drop off 7 up for Ry because his tummy was wonky again (I swear this child harbors space monkeys in his stomach--only explanation plausible for the amount of spew this kid can produce!) and I left Piece O'Crap Mobile running in the drive. I'm heading for the door and I hear an ominous silence instead of the cheery little hum that comes with a running engine. The damn thing had stalled! Literally, Arg! came out of my mouth and I headed for the car, knowing deep in my gut that it wasn't going to start back up. Right-o. The engine turned and turned and turned but wouldn't catch. I kicked the tire. Never kick a tire while wearing sandals. I now have a very sore toe. The tire, you'll be glad to hear, is just fine.

I got on the horn (love that phrase--why do they call a phone a horn?) to the car dealership yet again, knowing that the service dept. is closed for the weekend but determined to yell at someone for my misfortune (or bad judgment in buying this Piece O'Crap Mobile!).

They put the smooth manager on the phone and I vented. Bigtime. He took it like the good sales manager that he is until I mentioned going into debt to hire an attorney and sue their lazy lemon-toting asses into the next century. He didn't take that part quite so smoothly.

I nearly had a cow--there I sat, with a dead car (that the mechanic had assured me was fine),and no ride to work while still on the stinkin' clock, while being told by Smoothtalker that he understands my frustration.

How did this all end, you wonder? Let me tell you-I hung up on TrashPeddler and called work, asked my shift supervisor if he could send someone to pick me up (oh what my neighbors will think NOW!) after explaining briefly the situ, hugged my sick kiddo and stood in the rain waiting for my ride. Said shift supervisor came himself to transport my unhappy ass.

Babysitter called 20 minutes later to report he'd gone out to try the car and it started right up.

I've been in contact again with the car lot, have made arrangements to take the car up on Monday to have a complete check, with a loaner car provided, none of this costing me a dime. Keep your fingers crossed it doesn't quit again before then and now.

I got into zero trouble for my little adventure and Ry is feeling better.

Not too horrid a way to end up my day.

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My questions in the previous entry are a result of my being told by someone that having an online diary was asking for trouble. The party telling me this opined that sexual entries are basically just porn, that what one wrote could entice others to do things they shouldn't, thereby impacting anyone involved with those people. It was also offered up that meaning to or not, an online diary can ruin lives. I was asked why I thought it necessary to put my thoughts and feelings and even my sexuality out there for complete strangers to read and view and perhaps even fanatasize over.

And I had some thinking to do over these questions. I take responsibility for any encouragement I give..but not for what another party does completely absent from myself. I think that's a complex set of questions..

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Chilly here today, weeping rain all day. Puddles everywhere, the great deep ones I love to swish through. Sometimes the droplets are so fine they're a mist. It was like that when I came home, leaving my hair covered in tiny gossamer glints of rain. My lilacs are giving off a heady fragrance, sort of a darker version of their normal scent. And so silent. It's almost as if the birds even take cover from the showers and huddle in to share warmth from the cool.

Off to finish making dinner--spaghetti and garlic bread.

Happy Saturday.

N.

4:22 p.m. - 2004-05-15

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