yep, once again, I'm dealing with fry cooks masquerading as mechanics. Best Auto Salvage's manager, Steve, had arranged for my transmission to be looked over by a local shop, probably a guy he knows, at his expense. I called the shop last week, and was told to bring it in first thing this morning, which I did. The lot was full of vehicles, and the owner seemed to have a tracking system a lot like mine (which is to say, one in severe disarray, to say the least). He told me he was booked up, but I could leave it and he'd get to it sometime during the day. Now, I had came prepared to spend several hours, I was going to check out some antique shops in the area, familiarize myself with that side of town. But that's not what he was inferring. I am not in the kind of shape to deal with unfamiliar surroundings, worried about my vehicle, for 8 or 9 hours. So I calmly asked if we could schedule an actual appointment (which we had already done, and I was there for), and he got that flustered look people get when they can't believe someone's asking them to do their job, and looked at a calendar. After much consideration, tsk'ing, and rolling of eyes, he settled on next Wednesday. I agreed, and left. I did not peel out of the driveway, I did not drive like an idiot, I wasn't even upset. I just realized it's one of those things that happens when you live a normal life, and went on with my day. I've gotta say, I'm proud of myself. The new meds are helping, but I think maybe I'm starting to help myself for a change. Thank God, it took long enough for me to grow up.... :)
Nicely done!
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