May 1st 2018
Today I got messed about all over the place in my ongoing quest to get someone to repair the damage to my car for me. Actually, the people at this particular garage were quite nice, so it’s probably unfair to say that they messed me about, but I was all over the place. I had to leave work early, driving half an hour through my home town, then drive half an hour in the other direction to take my car to the garage for them to do a two minute assessment, take a couple of photos and say “Yep, it’s fucked” and send me on my way again.
I get that they’re just doing their due diligence or whatever, but I just really wish they wouldn’t. I wish that somebody had come to my house after the accident happened and taken my car away for a month. No phone calls, no fuss, no forms, just “We’ll see you in a month”. That would’ve been good.
It’s beginning to really piss me off, and I’m not a guy whose off is easily pissed. I usually live by the mantra “Shit happens, just deal with it when it does”, and the first part of that is very much still true. Shit does happen. It’s just the ‘dealing with it’ bit that I’m struggling with at the moment.
Sure you can look at the positives and say “at least it’s drivable, at least you didn’t get hurt, at least you don’t have to pay for it”, but that’s not really how my brain works.
By the end of the day, though, I’d made some progress and arranged a date when the garage will pick up my car, and drop off a courtesy car.
Annoyingly, that date is in three week’s time.
Until tomorrow, at least we’re getting somewhere.