More Car Stuff and New Job
Feb. 11th, 2025 09:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lydamorehouse Pray for me, y'all. The car is at a new place (Troy's.) I have been to Troy's many times before and generally trust them a lot. I was heartened by the fact that Troy himself (who runs the front desk) pulled his mechanic out of the garage to come see if we could duplicate my weird electrical problem--of course, for ONCE, we couldnt.
But, honest to god, if they can fix the other growling issues, I'd be super happy.
In other, possibly more exciting news, you all may remember that I applied for and got training to be a "tagger" during snow emergencies. Yes, I'm now working as that horrible person who ticketed you for parking on the wrong side of the street during a snow emergency.
Initially, I really, really did NOT think I was going to enjoy this job after the training. First of all, the shift is TEN hours. That's a lot. That's, like, two hours too many. Also, I discovered that, if you are new, you go out in pairs and that kind of sunk it for me, because part of the thrill of idea of this job for me was being independent. But, regardless, I decided that the money was good and I would feel like an idiot if I never at least TRIED the job. So, I bit the bullet and showed up on Sunday at 7 am in my long johns and heaviest winter gear.
...And, you guys? I LOVED IT. I loved it so much that I signed up to do "snowbirding" Monday and tomorrow (the last day).
My co-pilot (as I've been calling her) on Sunday was a character. She had worked the previous shift--which is insane, by the way, as it runs from 8 pm to 6 am--and was off her ADHD meds. But we got a long well enough and since she was a smoker and I am an old lady who needs to pee a lot, we contrived ways to stop often enough to take care of both of our needs.
The actual work comes with some perks that should not be as exciting as they were to me--one of which is that we get to use a radio to call into the dispatch. We have these cool codes we use and you get assigned a temporary badge number, so you call in by saying [badge number] to [dispatch number.] And, I don't know, something about using codes on a radio makes me feel 12 again, like, I'm running around my grandma's backyard with my cousins and walky-talkies yelling, "Bravo Zulu Alpha, over!" to each other.
We were also driving the company car, so my partner and I had this huge minivan like thing, that, frankly, compared to THE CAR IN THE SHOP drove like an absolute dream. Some people even got vehicles with HEATED STEERING WHEELS. This is probably no big deal to some of you, but I have never had such luxury in a car in my life. So, it even felt fancy drivign around.
Plus, on Sunday we are following the plow routes and where the plows go is endlessly fascinating to me. I guess I am easily amused.
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So... Troy's just called? They say it's the exact same problem Tim's said they fixed (wheel bearings). I am asking Troy to document everything so that possibly I can get money back from Tim's. This is going to be a rough one, folks. We could barely afford Tim's and now to have the same expense again?
I could cry.
I guess it's good that I'm working, but it's not going to come close to paying for all of this.
But, honest to god, if they can fix the other growling issues, I'd be super happy.
In other, possibly more exciting news, you all may remember that I applied for and got training to be a "tagger" during snow emergencies. Yes, I'm now working as that horrible person who ticketed you for parking on the wrong side of the street during a snow emergency.
Initially, I really, really did NOT think I was going to enjoy this job after the training. First of all, the shift is TEN hours. That's a lot. That's, like, two hours too many. Also, I discovered that, if you are new, you go out in pairs and that kind of sunk it for me, because part of the thrill of idea of this job for me was being independent. But, regardless, I decided that the money was good and I would feel like an idiot if I never at least TRIED the job. So, I bit the bullet and showed up on Sunday at 7 am in my long johns and heaviest winter gear.
...And, you guys? I LOVED IT. I loved it so much that I signed up to do "snowbirding" Monday and tomorrow (the last day).
My co-pilot (as I've been calling her) on Sunday was a character. She had worked the previous shift--which is insane, by the way, as it runs from 8 pm to 6 am--and was off her ADHD meds. But we got a long well enough and since she was a smoker and I am an old lady who needs to pee a lot, we contrived ways to stop often enough to take care of both of our needs.
The actual work comes with some perks that should not be as exciting as they were to me--one of which is that we get to use a radio to call into the dispatch. We have these cool codes we use and you get assigned a temporary badge number, so you call in by saying [badge number] to [dispatch number.] And, I don't know, something about using codes on a radio makes me feel 12 again, like, I'm running around my grandma's backyard with my cousins and walky-talkies yelling, "Bravo Zulu Alpha, over!" to each other.
We were also driving the company car, so my partner and I had this huge minivan like thing, that, frankly, compared to THE CAR IN THE SHOP drove like an absolute dream. Some people even got vehicles with HEATED STEERING WHEELS. This is probably no big deal to some of you, but I have never had such luxury in a car in my life. So, it even felt fancy drivign around.
Plus, on Sunday we are following the plow routes and where the plows go is endlessly fascinating to me. I guess I am easily amused.
----
So... Troy's just called? They say it's the exact same problem Tim's said they fixed (wheel bearings). I am asking Troy to document everything so that possibly I can get money back from Tim's. This is going to be a rough one, folks. We could barely afford Tim's and now to have the same expense again?
I could cry.
I guess it's good that I'm working, but it's not going to come close to paying for all of this.