Not my best lucky week

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This kind of reminds me of a scene from "Notting Hill", where some of the characters are at a dinner party, and the person who tells the saddest story gets to have the last brownie. Ok, my week wasn't THAT bad, but it wasn't great either. I had two appointments I wanted to take care of in the morning. One was a blood test, and the other was an oil, lube and filter for my car. I wanted to take care of one before work one day, and the other before work the another day. But people at work kept scheduling early meetings. The last straw was when somebody scheduled a daily 8:30 meeting for the next foreseeable future, so when I accepted the meeting invite on Wednesday, I replied back that I wasn't going to be able to make the first two meetings. The blood test was just a routine follow up thing, but Wednesday morning when I checked my purse for the paperwork that the doctor's office had mailed to me, it wasn't there. So I couldn't go Wednesday. I checked my purse up one side and down the other, checked my car, checked my desk, when I got home I also checked my house. No papers. Doctor's office was still open, so I called and they said they'd fax it to the lab. OK so far. I get to the lab the next morning, and the paperwork isn't there. Too early to call the doc, so I went into work with an ever so slightly grumpy look on my face. At 10 I call the doc and she faxes it again. This time, not wanting to make another wasted trip, I call the lab first. No paperwork. So I put the doc in touch with the lab and let them deal with each other. Doc's office calls back, says the fax isn't working, so she e-mailed it. Still not wanting to make a trip without confirmation that the papers are there, I call the lab back, but this time I have to leave a message. Lab calls back in a bit, and says still nothing, gives me an alternate e-mail address. At this point, I'm seriously wondering if I've somehow entered the twilight zone. This time when I call the doctor's office, I give them not only the lab's e-mail address, but also mine. Five minutes later, as if nothing ever happened, the e-mail comes through, I open it and print the form. I go over to the lab, and they have also gotten this last copy. Go figger. So Friday morning I go into the dealer for my pre-paid minor service. "Oh, and by the way, could you guys also check and see why it's running loud?" Uh oh, service rep informs me that because I don't have an appointment, they won't even be able to look at it until late afternoon. Oh well, no big deal, I have to work anyway. Oh yeah, except the company lets everybody go early for the holiday weekend. Whoopee, everybody else leaves at 3, while I stay at work waiting for the call on the car. At 5:00 I figure I might as well call. They close at 6 anyway, so I'm going to have to start walking over there soon. Service is finished, but they are just now diagnosing car, may have to keep it overnight. Well, I am thrilled (not), as I was planning on taking the car to San Francisco the next day. "Oh, no problem," says the rep, "we can get you a rental." Yeah sure. A sedan, no doubt, which means that all 3 kids will have to sit together, no tv, no game cube, and hopefully they won't all kill each other. But what am I gonna do? I don't want to take it to SF if there's something seriously wrong with it. So I walk over to the dealer, and that's when the phone rings. I've been waiting for 2 weeks for the dadgum Dr. to call about scheduling my procedure, and this is when they finally choose to call. So I sit myself down on a curb, pull out a pen and paper, get the information, and then continue walking. I get to the dealer, and they have proceeded just far enough to determine that it's something with the transmission. Oh joyous rapture, another wonderful Dodge vehicle with transmission problems. At least this time I got the extended warranty, so I just have to pay a deductible. So they get me a rental, sure enough it's a sedan, and I go on my merry way, after taking my garage door opener out of my car, but forgetting my parking decal. The next morning the phone rings while I'm banging on the piano. It's the dealer. Yep, it's something with the transmission, but they have the parts and can fix it today. Only I'm going to be in San Francisco, the rental will only be covered for that day, and how am I going to pick my car up? Thankfully, instead of "tough luck, deal with it", the service rep offers to call me when the car is done, take my payment info over the phone, and leave the keys with the sales department. Also there is a drop box for the rental car keys. So, if they send me one of those "how did we do" surveys, she is going to get high marks. So we go to San Francisco and see the California Academy of Sciences, very cool. Other than Cary complaining every 6 minutes that he wants to go home, and getting in his sisters' faces and ticking them off, it was a nice trip. At least until he pissed off Dearra in the car when she was trying to sleep, and she blindly took a poke at him, and got him in the stomach. Ohhhhh the fuss... Anyway, we got back to town, and went to tank the rental. That's when we found out that it had an ethanol tank. So we had to find a place where we could tank it. Then I got my keys and my car and left the rental. Of course, that's when my car would not start. We had to have the dealer jump start it. I guess its 65,888 mile battery had had enough or something. So tomorrow I need to go get a battery. Sheesh. Do I win the brownie? PS I have also noticed that when I post discussions here at night from home, I NEVER make the digest. Boo hoo hoo