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Back on an even keel..
Jan. 12th, 2013 10:36 amThe car is back in working order and life is returning to normal. I'm not one for public displays of ... anything, really,... but blowing off a bit of steam on here worked in a way I never expected it to ... and your comments made me smile and kept me sane - thank you!
The last two days just highlight the importance of reliable transport when living in a small village. Especially in winter.
They highlight the importance of communication even more, since what most stuck in my craw wasn't that the car was broken and they had trouble fixing it. What riled me was the fact that I had no idea what was happening beyond the mechanic making one promise after another - when I finally managed to get hold of him - only to break it again.
I think I could have coped better if they'd rang mid-afternoon saying "sorry, the parts we got in were the wrong ones. We need to send them back and won't get the right bits until tomorrow." Instead, I was waiting for a call that didn't come until it was well past dark, tracked the mechanic down two hours later while he was in hospital with his daughter... only to do the whole thing again the following morning AND the following evening. It shouldn't be so difficult, especially as most of us are surgically attached to mobiles these days.
Well, never mind. It's done. Let's focus on something positive, like the dusting of snow and flurry of white outside the window. Being England, it's not likely to last long. And I'd really like to get some writing done...
The last two days just highlight the importance of reliable transport when living in a small village. Especially in winter.
They highlight the importance of communication even more, since what most stuck in my craw wasn't that the car was broken and they had trouble fixing it. What riled me was the fact that I had no idea what was happening beyond the mechanic making one promise after another - when I finally managed to get hold of him - only to break it again.
I think I could have coped better if they'd rang mid-afternoon saying "sorry, the parts we got in were the wrong ones. We need to send them back and won't get the right bits until tomorrow." Instead, I was waiting for a call that didn't come until it was well past dark, tracked the mechanic down two hours later while he was in hospital with his daughter... only to do the whole thing again the following morning AND the following evening. It shouldn't be so difficult, especially as most of us are surgically attached to mobiles these days.
Well, never mind. It's done. Let's focus on something positive, like the dusting of snow and flurry of white outside the window. Being England, it's not likely to last long. And I'd really like to get some writing done...
