July 24, 2000
dammit, Janet, I want a car!

I am so annoyed. I took my car to the dealer, as my mechanic requested and told them that the alternator was going out. I called to check on it later in the day to be told that they did a full system charging check and that my alternator was bad. I reminded them that I had told them that when I came in this morning and that I hope they didn't plan on charging me for something I already knew.

Amazingly enough, they did plan on charging me for that, but when the phone person said,"Well, I'll have to clear it with my manager." I assured her,"You should do that." On top of it, they told me I had to have the alternator installed before I brought in the car, in order for them to find the stupid short, and had the sense of humor to offer to install a factory direct Nissan alternator to the tune of $400. I let them know that I had a warranty on the alternator currently installed and that I had no intention of buying a second one for $400, when I'd already bought one for $200, for a car I intended to get rid of in a year. I also let them know I was more than a little irate about being sent home empty-handed after I'd warned them that the alternator was going out when I made the blinkin' appointment. I hate stupid people.

It was all I could do not to rip someone a new asshole at the car dealership yesterday.

On top of that, the university has further fucked up my pay. The benefits I had removed and then replaced got paid, but then the car insurance I already called and paid to the insurance company directly, got removed from my pay. I called payroll and bitched. They agreed it sucked and said they'll refund that payment,as soon as possible, which is university speak for "when we feel like it, buttslut. In the meantime, bend over and howl, bitch." In addition, the insurance company insists they haven't been paid. When in fact, they have.

I'd like to unilaterally tell the corporations, large universities and assorted other bureacracies to bite me.

I'd like my payroll paid now... in advance...I'll pay the deductions by hand, when I deign it appropriate. Otherwise, I think they can all eat shit and die.

How dare I go and have a baby? What the hell was I thinking? Love, schmove. There's bureacracy to be run. Red tape to wrap in. Pointless phonecalls to helpless peons caught in the machinery of the conglomerates they work for. What the hell was I thinking?

The only thing that's pretty cool is that rent-a-wreck has given me a weekly rate, which will make the whole transportation thing a lot more affordable. And I'm not going back to the dealer until I get paid on the first. For that matter, I'm not sure I'm going back to that dealer.

Oh, and a comment to the car dealers in the universe. I'm a woman and I can repair my car as well as you can, but would rather not trash my clothes or have grease under my nails for two weeks. Not to mention, I hate squishing my boobies under the damned car. Don't try to snowjob me. I know my car better than you do. And No, I don't want your fucking factory-direct parts. And No, I don't want your oil change special, which sounds vaguely pornographic, really. And No, I'd rather not trust my car to a bunch of horse thieves, but I don't have much choice other than to lube my ass, bend over, squeal like a pig and crap a big check made out to you.