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So lately I just haven't been able to come up with anything to write about. There are so many thoughts spinning around in my head. But they won't spill out into words or even coherence, so I can't possibly express them on paper (or rather, on the computer screen).
This happens to me periodically. When I'm getting bogged down in the humdrum of day to day life and can't seem to pull out specific details, plans, thoughts, dreams, or emotions to lay out in front of myself and sort through. It doesn't mean life is bad or that things aren't going well. It does mean I'm not going through a period of deep self-reflection.
There are things that are troubling me. They range from petty to severe, from totally inane to really deep, biting things. But listing them? Just not sure it can happen right now. This is very frustrating for me.
I got my car back from the shop yesterday. I'm a little bit upset with them. I asked the woman in the body shop that I was working with twice if she needed me to bring in my keys. She said since it was a new ignition/steering column, she was sure they'd be getting new keys for it, so there was no need. Turns out she doesn't know much about what the guys over in Service were doing (she's really a Body person, but she also does all the front-end work with customers). They programmed the new ignition to work with some random set of keys I guess they thought were mine (they are probably someone else's! That part I find funny!!), so now it takes one key to open the car door and one key to start the car. Of course, they didn't even realize this until the final hour when my insurance guy was trying to do the re-inspection and couldn't get into the car (I still have those keys, remember). He okayed the re-inspection anyway, but then they were calling me to bring down my old keys. They wanted to just give me the car this way. At first, I felt bad (the woman I work with there is so so nice) but I thought about it. My car didn't need 2 keys before it was stolen--there's no reason it should need 2 different keys now. They should fix this discrepancy for me. End of story.
Furthermore, when Kevin--who has been so wonderful about running these car-related errands since I'm supposed to be at work--when Kevin brought the old keys by, it was only then they discovered the driver's side door must have been Slim-Jimmed, so the key didn't work anyway. They were willing to fix it right there and then, but I'm still a bit frustrated that it didn't get noticed in the first place. It seems a logical thing to check since no windows were broken when the car was stolen.
And the icing on the cake? So the headlights were stolen, right? Well, last night we hopped in the car to drive it (we ended up taking it home--to be returned for a day at the end of April to fix the key discrepancy), turned on the headlights, and realized the right one must not be wired properly because it doesn't work (neither low-beams nor high-, so it can't be a lightbulb or something). So frustrating. Poor Kevin is back at the shop right this minute, making them fix it right. Grrrr.
However, did I mention that my car, she is beautiful? Yes! The Silver Bullet rides again! And she is so sleek and pretty, what with the totally new paint on pretty much all of the panels, not to mention a brand spanking new hood and front fenders. All the scratches from snow-plows that used to bug me so much are GONE. So there is something good that's come out of this. Whee!
Anyway, no more complaining about my car. All's well that ends well, says Mr. Shakespeare, and I'm inclined to agree with him on that one. This weekend promises to be fun. I can't believe it's already Friday. I guess being sick (still am) has really made things hazy for me. Oh well. Nothing a beer after work, and many more this evening, can't cure. :)
This happens to me periodically. When I'm getting bogged down in the humdrum of day to day life and can't seem to pull out specific details, plans, thoughts, dreams, or emotions to lay out in front of myself and sort through. It doesn't mean life is bad or that things aren't going well. It does mean I'm not going through a period of deep self-reflection.
There are things that are troubling me. They range from petty to severe, from totally inane to really deep, biting things. But listing them? Just not sure it can happen right now. This is very frustrating for me.
I got my car back from the shop yesterday. I'm a little bit upset with them. I asked the woman in the body shop that I was working with twice if she needed me to bring in my keys. She said since it was a new ignition/steering column, she was sure they'd be getting new keys for it, so there was no need. Turns out she doesn't know much about what the guys over in Service were doing (she's really a Body person, but she also does all the front-end work with customers). They programmed the new ignition to work with some random set of keys I guess they thought were mine (they are probably someone else's! That part I find funny!!), so now it takes one key to open the car door and one key to start the car. Of course, they didn't even realize this until the final hour when my insurance guy was trying to do the re-inspection and couldn't get into the car (I still have those keys, remember). He okayed the re-inspection anyway, but then they were calling me to bring down my old keys. They wanted to just give me the car this way. At first, I felt bad (the woman I work with there is so so nice) but I thought about it. My car didn't need 2 keys before it was stolen--there's no reason it should need 2 different keys now. They should fix this discrepancy for me. End of story.
Furthermore, when Kevin--who has been so wonderful about running these car-related errands since I'm supposed to be at work--when Kevin brought the old keys by, it was only then they discovered the driver's side door must have been Slim-Jimmed, so the key didn't work anyway. They were willing to fix it right there and then, but I'm still a bit frustrated that it didn't get noticed in the first place. It seems a logical thing to check since no windows were broken when the car was stolen.
And the icing on the cake? So the headlights were stolen, right? Well, last night we hopped in the car to drive it (we ended up taking it home--to be returned for a day at the end of April to fix the key discrepancy), turned on the headlights, and realized the right one must not be wired properly because it doesn't work (neither low-beams nor high-, so it can't be a lightbulb or something). So frustrating. Poor Kevin is back at the shop right this minute, making them fix it right. Grrrr.
However, did I mention that my car, she is beautiful? Yes! The Silver Bullet rides again! And she is so sleek and pretty, what with the totally new paint on pretty much all of the panels, not to mention a brand spanking new hood and front fenders. All the scratches from snow-plows that used to bug me so much are GONE. So there is something good that's come out of this. Whee!
Anyway, no more complaining about my car. All's well that ends well, says Mr. Shakespeare, and I'm inclined to agree with him on that one. This weekend promises to be fun. I can't believe it's already Friday. I guess being sick (still am) has really made things hazy for me. Oh well. Nothing a beer after work, and many more this evening, can't cure. :)