Okay, let's put sprinkles on this very large cupcake: There's a four-footed invader in my ceiling. I can hear it as I write this post.
JFC I need an army. And a hug.
Someone please send word to Asgard. I'm at DEFCON 2 over here.
Yeah, I know. What's the Asgardian equivalent to DEFCON 2? I'm there.
Need a big freakin' hammer. Or a God of Hammers. Or Thunder.
A Valkyrie would be good, too.
The latest on the car saga: The tow truck just left. The shop will squeeze the car in between appointments.
So now I wait to find out what's wrong and how much it will cost. My brain hates this kind of uncertainty.
Gotta appreciate the professionalism of a car repair shop (full disclosure, it's my local dealership, where the car was purchased back in 2013) that calls you to say your car's arrived and how much the "check engine light" investigation will cost, plus they're verifying a note about how your pretty old car is popping out of first gear – which is something you discussed with the mechanic some time ago.
And that they'll call as soon as they have more information.
I continue to be impressed by the culture created, and more importantly, sustained, by the management here. They take a small extra step to deliver excellent customer service.
That return of investment, aka ROI (I hate jargon, but still) is massive.
Whoever is in charge, five big gold stars. This is why I've not sought out a potentially cheaper option elsewhere. And as a marketing cynic who's worked in the field for years, including teaching marketing workshops... this is how it should always be done.
Still praying the repair won't break me. And I still loathe late-stage capitalism.
Cheers to everyone who's stuck with the story so far. Fingers crossed.
Well, the car is fixed. They didn't call to tell me it was going to cost a fortune, so I'm hoping I won't get a nasty surprise.
Next challenge is figuring out the least painful way to get to the shop to pick it up. It's going to be an adventure.
The latest chapter in the car repair story: It popped a spark plug while I was driving.
I know. "Wait, what?"
The mechanic doesn't know either. Spark plug undamaged, replaced, and everything is working fine.
Except I have to get some rocker panel work done so it'll pass safety inspection before the end of the month mutter sigh.
If anyone is curious, a popped spark plug sounds like the most obnoxious after-market muffler, but the sound comes from under the hood. It'll make the Check Engine light flash too, go figure.
Next chapter: Find a good body shop asap.
@StaceyCornelius@zeroes.ca
Yeah, I've had that happen. I put it back and tightened it down, and never had it happen again. Weird.