I have to admit that I stole that title from my friend who have been out of work for a some time. She is at the point of thinking that she'll never work again, and while I sometimes have thoughts of never been able to teach again, I do have hope that I will have something in the future.
In the meantime, I am "taking care of business" so to speak. Today, I tried to get my driver's side mirror replaced on my minivan. I should explain that we live on a very narrow street that the Muni bus drives on four times an hour. When my minivan got kicked out of the garage because of our very cool hybrid, I parked on the street with my wheels on the sidewalk. Everything seemed okay until this year when the city started looking for revenue and began ticketing cars left and right. Before I could get a ticket, I started parking off the sidewalk, and things were okay -- that is, until a couple of months ago. I had parked the van and went in for lunch. Two hours later, my mirror was shattered. Luckily, the mirrors fold, so just the glass was broken and the mirror wasn't hanging off the side.
With our upcoming trip to Tahoe, I decided that I should get the mirror fixed. Yesterday, I called the dealership that we always go to. They have the VIN for our van, and I thought they ordered the right part. Today, I went in to have it installed and get an oil change. The oil change went fine, but the parts department apparently ordered the wrong mirror. This, they didn't find out until they had opened up the door and found out they couldn't connect the wires. Wankers.
When I spoke with the parts guy, he told me that I asked for the wrong part. WHAT!?! He said my mirror was heated and they had ordered the non-heated one. I told him that I didn't have a heated mirror, and some other doof said I wouldn't really know. WTF!?! The first parts guy said that he could tell from my VIN which mirror my van required. I asked him why did the person on the phone ask me if my mirror was heated if I couldn't really tell, and if he had my VIN and he could tell which part I need, why in the world did he ask me all the other information and then proceed to order the wrong part. He couldn't answer my question. Douchebags. The worst part is having to go back and get my mirror fixed. Overall, I really like getting my car serviced at this place. It's the douchebaggery that has to go.
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