Kind of sad, actually...I was planning on spending this weekend getting the last bits packed up and spending some time out on my terrace, but my plans got stunted by two things; first that I'm now down to the things I can't pack because I'm using them (I already had to go to the store and buy replacement food for stuff I'd packed, thinking I wouldn't use it....). I also need some larger boxes because I'm down to pillows and towels; the book boxes my mother gave me are too small. I can get larger ones at my dad's tonight when I go over for dinner.
The second thing that got in the way was that I awoke on Friday with full understanding of why I'd been feeling physically out of sorts all weekend: major head cold. Blah.
I did try to go in and work on Friday, but by 10 am I realized I couldn't make it. I was staring at easy emails and thinking, "Huh? What?" At that point I went home and crashed on my couch for the rest of the day, yesterday, and most of this morning. I feel better now -- mostly just feeling wiped out and like I can't get enough liquids in me.
As much as I dislike being sick, I'd much rather it be this weekend than next one.
It's just a really weird feeling to look around here and realize that at this time next week, I'll be in my new place. Exciting, sure, but it's also a little sad. This place has been my home for over seven years.
Oh -- my car. Turns out the factory defect that appeared was such that it needed a whole new engine. Covered under warranty, thankfully. But I'll tell you one thing: I'm never taking my car into Landmark Ford for any maintenance ever again. The team working on my car is headed by someone my father actually fired from working on his car at one point (I didn't know this until a few days ago), and this same individual refused to return phone calls or, when he finally did, refused to give straight answers about what was going on.
It wasn't until my father got involved and called the service manager and "gave him an earful" (to quote my dad) that we finally heard anything about what was wrong with my car, and what was needed to repair it. (It had been towed to Landmark to be worked on as it was an under-warranty fix and couldn't be done by my usual mechanic).
Pathetic customer service; my friend Dwizz, a mechanic in Newberg, refuses to work with the service department at Landmark for that very reason (other ones are fine). How hard is it to just give a straight up answer about what's wrong with someone's car?
So to you all -- don't take your car to Landmark Ford, and, if you have to, don't use the night team headed by Dean Koons.
Supposedly I'll have my car back sometime this week...but I'm not holding my breath. :)
-- H
-- H
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