I’d rather walk.

It wasn’t supposed to go down like this. It was just supposed to be a quick trip to the car dealership to make sure one of our cars qualified for the free exchange program following a recall of that model’s catalytic converters.”Just an hour, hour and a half, tops,” the mechanic told us as he ushered us out of the office.

HA. Three hours, 2 cups of vending machine coffee, and 1 newspaper later, we’re still waiting for the car. Unless they’re detailing the car in 24 karot gold as a comp for wasting our time, I. Want. My. CAR.

Doesn’t GM need all the customers it can get at this point? Shouldn’t they be treating the customers they do have like effing royalty in an effort to retain those customers and encourage new purchases?

Here’s a hint. Keeping customers waiting for triple the time you told them, while offering zero explanation or apology for the difference, isn’t really the best way to get back on top.

Ahh, downtime. Now what?

So, my weekend wasn’t abruptly ended by the unholy scream of my alarm clock. Luckily, I escaped that fate and now have 2 days of total and complete freedom before I head into work on Wednesday.

I know I’m going to be forced to make the necessary introduction between nose and grindstone come Wednesday, so my goal is to thoroughly enjoy the next 2 days by cramming every fun event and activity I possibly can into the interim. The only trouble is I can’t figure out what I want to do! Oh well, I’m sure I’ll think of something.

ohh, hi!

I used to think I was too cool for blog-writing school. It was an understandable mistake; I am, in fact, too cool for many a school – it just turns out that blog-writing school is not one of them. So, here I am.

Bandwagon, wait up!