bitch & moan
Apr. 9th, 2003 02:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
truepennyI had so many things I wanted to get done today. But ...
Had to take the car in for service this morning. Love our mechanics; they do a great job, and they don't treat me like an idiot, even though I legitimately am one in all matters concerning cars. The problem is with their waiting room. It's a nice room, comfy chairs, yada yada, except that it has this sort of sunroom arrangement making up the east wall, for kids to play in. Lots and lots of windows. No blinds. And with the facing east.
Somehow, it never fails that the day I schedule to take the car in is a day, like today, with crystal clear blue skies. No clouds, no haze, nothing between me and the Yellow Face except, oh look!, glass. Plus cars in parking lot, either (a.) new (this being also a dealership) or (b.) freshly worked on and therefore freshly washed. Even when the sun has crawled up high enough to be not directly in my eyes, those cars are there to bounce the light straight at me.
I gather from empirical evidence (i.e., the mechanics' other clients) that most people don't have any trouble with this. I, on the other hand, have had a headache for now the past four hours. I am hoping devoutly that the combination of lunch, nap, and ibuprofen will drive it off before the Buster Keaton mini-festival this evening to which I very much want to go. And in the service of same, I'm going back to bed.
Fuck.
Had to take the car in for service this morning. Love our mechanics; they do a great job, and they don't treat me like an idiot, even though I legitimately am one in all matters concerning cars. The problem is with their waiting room. It's a nice room, comfy chairs, yada yada, except that it has this sort of sunroom arrangement making up the east wall, for kids to play in. Lots and lots of windows. No blinds. And with the facing east.
Somehow, it never fails that the day I schedule to take the car in is a day, like today, with crystal clear blue skies. No clouds, no haze, nothing between me and the Yellow Face except, oh look!, glass. Plus cars in parking lot, either (a.) new (this being also a dealership) or (b.) freshly worked on and therefore freshly washed. Even when the sun has crawled up high enough to be not directly in my eyes, those cars are there to bounce the light straight at me.
I gather from empirical evidence (i.e., the mechanics' other clients) that most people don't have any trouble with this. I, on the other hand, have had a headache for now the past four hours. I am hoping devoutly that the combination of lunch, nap, and ibuprofen will drive it off before the Buster Keaton mini-festival this evening to which I very much want to go. And in the service of same, I'm going back to bed.
Fuck.
