Where did he go wrong?
Last night Shan had a softball game that I had planned on attending, but an emergency came up and I missed it. After the game, he called me to let me know that he hadn't gotten his car to shift into gear (he'd been having problems with his shifter all week and won't believe me when I tell him that the soda the dog spilled in it might have something to do with the problem) and was just getting a ride to the bar from another team member.
"Shouldn't you try a bit harder with your car [thinking of me having to get up at 5am to drive him to work]," I asked. He insisted he had tried "for an hour" with no luck. "OK, have fun," I said.
That was at 8:45. He called at 10pm to see if I was going to come out. "No, I have to work in the morning, no drinking for me, and I'm going to be stuck driving you to work so I'm going to bed."
At 11pm he calls, "So when are you coming to get me?" Uh, what? I was sleeping. When did the topic of me picking him up from the bar ever come up? If he would have called me at 8:45 saying his car wouldn't shift, I would have been the first to help him out, but did he ask that? No, he just acted like everything was under control and he would need a ride in the morning. His friend could get him to the bar for a few drinks, but not home.
He still doesn't understand his error. Sorry hon, I've worked in mental health too long to get manipulated like that.
On a side note, all of his drunk coworkers told him last night that his transmission was shot and that is why his car wouldn't shift. I, having both driven and attempted to shift the car said, "No, your tranny is fine, it's something with your shifter (the pop)." He told me I knew nothing because MEN know what they are talking about (he isn't dumb enough to use those exact words, but...). So I told him I'd bring a co-worker by today that knew something about cars to look it over. I didn't get a chance, but I ran my theory by and he agreed with me.
Tonight I took him back to the car, helped him dismantle the center consul (to get inside the sifter) and whadyaknow? Me: RIGHT. Him and MAN friends: WRONG.
His exact words to me were, "Oh you think you know every thing about cars, everything has gone wrong for you." Me: No, I know shit about cars, but yes, almost everything that can go wrong with a car has happened to me in the TWO vehicles that I've actually owned in my lifetime, or at least to a car that I've driven (I'm a jinx). My first car was hell for the first two years. Transmission, shifter, started, alternator, fuel pump, water pump, who knows what, who knows what, never diagnosed, etc. The last three years were great though, I'd replaced everything else, so nothing could go wrong.
I know a tranny problem when I see one, I can feel it. I can tell that MY car has a tranny problem (nothing really serious, and it'll make it outlast the other problem(s). I've already had to drive several cars with tranny problems, it is a sickening feeling for a 16 year old who has to pay for it out of her own pocket. I memorized that feeling.
On the bright side, to make this less of a "Me right, him wrong" post (it is), Shan managed to fix a car on his own (with my guidance and pointers which had previously gone ignored which he finally heeded out of desperation). This is a first. He is such a manly man!
"Shouldn't you try a bit harder with your car [thinking of me having to get up at 5am to drive him to work]," I asked. He insisted he had tried "for an hour" with no luck. "OK, have fun," I said.
That was at 8:45. He called at 10pm to see if I was going to come out. "No, I have to work in the morning, no drinking for me, and I'm going to be stuck driving you to work so I'm going to bed."
At 11pm he calls, "So when are you coming to get me?" Uh, what? I was sleeping. When did the topic of me picking him up from the bar ever come up? If he would have called me at 8:45 saying his car wouldn't shift, I would have been the first to help him out, but did he ask that? No, he just acted like everything was under control and he would need a ride in the morning. His friend could get him to the bar for a few drinks, but not home.
He still doesn't understand his error. Sorry hon, I've worked in mental health too long to get manipulated like that.
On a side note, all of his drunk coworkers told him last night that his transmission was shot and that is why his car wouldn't shift. I, having both driven and attempted to shift the car said, "No, your tranny is fine, it's something with your shifter (the pop)." He told me I knew nothing because MEN know what they are talking about (he isn't dumb enough to use those exact words, but...). So I told him I'd bring a co-worker by today that knew something about cars to look it over. I didn't get a chance, but I ran my theory by and he agreed with me.
Tonight I took him back to the car, helped him dismantle the center consul (to get inside the sifter) and whadyaknow? Me: RIGHT. Him and MAN friends: WRONG.
His exact words to me were, "Oh you think you know every thing about cars, everything has gone wrong for you." Me: No, I know shit about cars, but yes, almost everything that can go wrong with a car has happened to me in the TWO vehicles that I've actually owned in my lifetime, or at least to a car that I've driven (I'm a jinx). My first car was hell for the first two years. Transmission, shifter, started, alternator, fuel pump, water pump, who knows what, who knows what, never diagnosed, etc. The last three years were great though, I'd replaced everything else, so nothing could go wrong.
I know a tranny problem when I see one, I can feel it. I can tell that MY car has a tranny problem (nothing really serious, and it'll make it outlast the other problem(s). I've already had to drive several cars with tranny problems, it is a sickening feeling for a 16 year old who has to pay for it out of her own pocket. I memorized that feeling.
On the bright side, to make this less of a "Me right, him wrong" post (it is), Shan managed to fix a car on his own (with my guidance and pointers which had previously gone ignored which he finally heeded out of desperation). This is a first. He is such a manly man!