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Busted my oil pan a few hours ago while bringing ear drops to andrew during his lunch break. Awesome. Not only my first experience with my own personal car trouble, but my first experience getting treated like shit at a shop. The guy was telling me that my car could take 3 different kinds of oil pans, so theyd have to lift it to see. I told him the car can take 2 kinds of oil pans and proceeded to tell him which ones (andrew had texted me all this info). The guy simply goes, "Like i said, theres 3 different kinds" and walks off...then i sit around for an hour or so while jack shit gets done. Guy doesnt even fill me in about the oil pan getting ordered...not that I felt like approaching him after getting completely disregarded. Now I feel like crap and cant stop crying and just want to go home. Luckily my friend Corrie is coming to get me so i wont be stuck at Andrews work anymore, and shell be able to give me a lift to work tomorrow. Fuck me. I had shit I wanted to get done, and now Im just a mess.
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