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stupid fucking mechanics

2005-06-23 - 6:09 p.m.

stupid effing mechanics. they piss me off.

So i went to drop my car off today to get it checked, for what i knew was my fan belt needing to be replaced.

They take a look at my warranty and say, sorry fan belt isnt covered IF that is the problem. the fant belt is a maintenance thing. But it might be some sort of stress transistor thing, which is covered by the warranty. i knew it was just the fan belt and they were full of crap.

so they go, when does it make this noise. in the morning when the engine is cold [you fucking dumb ass when your fan belt always squeeks when it needs to be repaired]. so he goes, oh, since it wont make the noise now we wont know, can we keep it overnight. NO [you cant keep it overnight you dumb fuck i work in the morning, unless you want to take me to work at 8 fucking am in the morning]. then he goes well it might be the transistor or whatever crap. and i say, well can you just check the fan belt. and he says sure, but insists on me still getting the other thing looked at. so i say NO, i just want the fan belt checked, THANKS.

so andrea and i leave, and go get lunch. he calls me and tells me oh it was your fan belt, and it was waaay torn up, it was terrible!! [which is complete bullshit, cuz if it was really tore up it would be making screeching noises, not cricket noises, you FUCKER, always exaggerating it]. so i say ok, well can you fix it then. and he goes on about yea, blah blah blah, etc, and just as he closes the conversation he says and like i told you, it will be $136 dollars. thanks.

he made no room for me to argue that absurd price. $136 fucking dollars to change a fan belt, fuck you man.

so i called up my step dad, who in turn called an auto parts place that said my fan belt costs about 40 bucks. so im like what the fuck is he charging me for labor than? 100 bucks? come on fucker, thats not ok.

so i call him back, and he is busy with another custumer so he will call me back. so he calls me back like 20 mins later. and so when he does, im like so this fan belt costs about 40 bucks max, so is your labor $100, that doesnt sound right. thats not ok. and he goes, oh, well its normally 90 bucks an hour. WHAT THE FUCK?? thats not normal. Ive paid about 60-70 bucks an hour, never 90 fucking dollars. So i go, well that doesnt add up. and he goes well with tax. so i say, no, thats not ok. so he goes hold on let me talk to my manager.

so after like 5 minutes of wasiting my cellphone minutes he comes back and goes ok i got it down to $116. which still sucks ass, but i took it, because i know he would pull well you already agreed to it and we are already halfway through it so you already owe us, blah blah blah bullshit. so i basically won the battle, in a way. they fucked me over, by charging me up the ass, but me, a WOMAN, talked down a car mechanic. i rule. how many women can call their mechanic out on their bullshit and get a discount? not many. i am one of the few and am damn proud. although still pissed and stressed by the whole ordeal.

i was hanging out with andrea, and then we picked up justin from imperial beach. then she dropped me off to pick up my car. and then justin took both of his keys with him to his condo so his sister couldnt get in. so they had to drive all the way back to imperial beach with extreme traffic already in the midst. so i said i would meet them at my place cuz their goal was to go to mission beach later. but i ended up calling her and telling her to go out on her own time, cuz they were planning on getting dinner, and i know they wouldnt be back here until 6pm or later. and thats dinnertime not beach time.

so now im on my own tonight. still a littled pissed about the whole car thing. thank GOD for credit cards. geez. what would i do w/out them in these cases? i am also glad that i am on my own for tonight, in a way, cuz the car thing really pissed me off, and got me all upset and moody.

i just got a call from andrea and i guess she is coming over to get changed. which is fine, i dont care.

once she leaves i think i am going to exercise, take a shower, and read my sorority book. i think that sounds like a plan. i also might start up some laundry.

i need to get some of it done before mike gets here. and i need to clean my kitchen soon. but i will do that sunday i think. blah.

ok, well im done for writing in here. bye bye.

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