Wow, I totally brainfarted out and missed yesterday entirely. This is Tuesday, right? Yep, my computer says it's Tuesday.
I did remember it was Monday at some point yesterday because I called the office. After that, yesterday was a blur. I started out my blurry portion of the day by calling my usual tire shop to find out if they could get me in for replacement of my two front tires. The only tires they had in my size were made by some company I'd never heard of that we discovered were located in China. I called the other place - which is right across the street from the first place. They had no tires in my size but they could order some and have them in later in the week. And I'm all like 'I only have one day to get this done', thanked him, and hung up nicely.
So I called Wallyworld. They only had two tires left in my size. (It's a popular freakin' size, for pitysakes, so WTF?) And they were a brand I have used before, albeit not the brand Hubs was hoping for. I told the Wallyworld dude to hold on to them for me and I'd be there in 30 minutes. (It was actually 45 because I forgot I needed to get dressed, too.) Since I was already going to be there, getting tires put on the car, I told him I needed an oil change, too. Saved myself another stop, so yay.
After I get there, I tell the guy again that I need two front tires. He informs me that it's Wallyworld policy to never put new tires on the front. The newest tires should be on the back. Which is anti-intuitive considering my car is front wheel drive, and I told him so, but if I wanted these two on the front, I needed to sign a disclaimer holding W blameless. Whatever. Fine. Put the new ones on the back and rotate the back to the front. "That'll be $5 extra." Fine. Whatever. And off I go to do some shopping while I wait.
After getting all my non-perishable goods... because I so did not need my ice cream melting while I waited for my car... I went back to the waiting area to sit and eat the breakfast sandwich I just bought. I walk in and some other dude goes 'do you own the Cavalier?' and I'm all like 'yeah'. Well, he informed me that because my back tires were old, they couldn't put them in the front because it's against W policy. They'd be happy to put 4 new tires on. (I bet they would.) Or I could just put the new ones on the front and sign that damn thing. Okay. Fine. WHATEVER. Give me the damn form.
I also got a stern warning that my oil was low when I pulled in. Like not registering on the dipstick low. Which is kind of impossible since Hubs just checked that and he doesn't let my car get low on oil and it doesn't leak oil - it just burns it faster than a new car, so he adds it when necessary.
After I finish my sandwich, I reach for my phone to call Hubs and let him know where I am in the process only to find that my phone is not in my pocket. It's not in my purse either. Heavy sigh and big hopes that nothing goes wrong between W and home. (I didn't lose it. It was on the charger when I got home.)
So, I finally get it all done and am free to go on about my merry way. I pull around to the front of the store, go in and get my ice cream, produce, and other refrigerated items. Go through the same cashier. "Miss me?" I said and she laughed. Vicky's awesome.
I leave there with my stuffs and head for the feed store. When I pull up in front of the warehouse doors, I can see there might be like 4 bags of whole corn left. I'm not so lucky. In the store, the manager is helping another customer, so the secondary dude who loads feed into cars tells me in a snotty voice that they're out of whole corn. If I'd been there Wednesday night, they had some. If I'd been there Thursday... or Friday... or even Saturday morning... they had some. He seemed almost gleeful that I'd missed the boat. I should've told the manager to fire the dude. Anyway, the manager finally gets done with the other customer and I ask him if they have corn chops in stock. (Same stuff, only chopped up instead of whole and about 30c more a 50 lb bag.) He says sure. I get 4 of those suckers and head out to where the primary feed loading dude can put the bags in my car. Primary dude is awesome.
Two and a half hours from the time I left, I'm home. But my brain is fried.
So that's why I forgot to post yesterday.
Wow. Why do some mechanics think we aren't mechanical because we're female? Of course, I once had a female service writer try to "sell" me a new water pump (at $1200) because mine was about to crack. That was four years ago. The water pump STILL hasn't cracked. The service manager at the time was a former travel ball coach of Only's. I mentioned this to him. I never say that writer again. Hrmmmm. 🤔
ReplyDeleteMy favorite "associate" at Wallyword is named Vickie too! She's awesome and Jake loves her. Of course, she loves Jake back. She has two small terrier mixes named Waylon and Willy. 🤣
Yesterday was definitely a brainfart day. I finally gave up on anything that took brain power and began the arduous task of sorting my office. I cleared a space of about 4x4 but had to stick stuff back in because it's a tub and box of Only Stuff™. If the words don't show up soon, I might try tackling the closet. It's mostly Only Stuff too but I might be able to clear enough junk to shove the tub and box in which gives me a little more room to maneuver as I work my way around the outer wall clearing.
Hope your Tuesday settles back into routine and you get lots of friend packing done! Hang in there. And congrats on the new tires.
Men are so rude. I suspect if you'd asked your friend, he'd have found the right corn for you. And mechanics... Sigh. Double sigh!
ReplyDeleteMom decided I was well enough to go shopping with her. Ooookay. She ended up pushing me through the grocery store in a wheelchair. Ick. Now I'm home and fried. But I have 0 orders, so I can go take a nap. Yay!