I hate Tuesday’s that feel like Monday’s….
The day started off just peachy. I called this morning for a waaaaaay over due hair cut and scored a lunchtime appointment! Go me!! Yeah, not so much. From there on, the day went down hill.
Realized on the way to my hair appointment I had completely forgotten I had a remote (live radio broadcast for all you non-radio people, haha) for a client and forgot to put the breaks in. Call the boss and he informs me it is not even on the schedule for promotions. Have a bit of a fit because the boss is in charge of scheduling those things, now that we have a new stupid policy in place and I turned in proper paperwork over a week ago. He says he is going to fix it. Fine. Whatev. Make it a few more miles down the road. Realize I have a schedule that is supposed to start tomorrow. It isn’t in the system. Yeah, forgot that too. Call Ann, the most awesome person in the world. She enters it for me. Make a few more miles down the road. Hit the biggest pothole known to man. Couldn’t avoid it. Car feels funny. But whatev. Get to my hair appointment. Cute hair always makes a girl feel great. Leave with a smile on my face. Feeling like the day is looking up. Again.
Then, my car decides that it no longer has traction control and goes crazy. Make it to the dealership. Thank God I was just a few miles from it. The service “consultant” acts like an arse. Tells me everyone is at lunch. And that he can’t give me a loaner car until they diagnose the problem. I have a mini tantrum in my head. Notice I said head. Not out loud. I smile and inform them that they will have to get me a car if they can not have it fixed within a couple of hours. He tells me he will let me know if that is possible. Whatev. Ask for the shuttle service. Get back to work. Starving. With no car. Did I mention I work in sales andI have a remote I have to be at. Call my dad. He acts all dad like. I remind him I can handle service people. Attempt to work for a bit. Decide after about an hour that I think they should know what is wrong with my car. Call service “consultant”. He informs me they have no idea what is wrong but it is electrical. They have a car for me. Score one for me!! Hitch a ride, not literally, back to the dealership. Get the loaner, that only has a quarter of a tank of gas. Drive away. Go back to work. Scarf down my lunch that my sweet friend picked up for me. Leave for remote. Do my thang. Leave to go pick up Addie. Car is on empty before I make it home. Really?! I barely drove anywhere. Stupid gas guzzler!
I have to laugh. An I have to believe that tomorrow will be a better day.
