The Ides of March - an addendum (yeah, reeeeal funny)
Monday, March 15, 2010 at 9:43PM 
Courtesy Demotivational Posters
Remember when I said the Ides of March make me look for funny little things that can go wrong? (If you don't remember, it was earlier today so either you just skimmed or you've had a busy, forgetful day.)
Today I got stranded at work.
9:30am Dropped my car off for service. Much service. The plan: to have the dealership's courtesy vehicle take me to work (literally just across the highway from them, a five minute trip involving two u-turns).
10:45am The time I actually GOT to work. Was supposed to be there at 10am. No problem, will just work until 6:45 to make up the time.
4:45pm The dealership, because I was having so much work done on my car, said they would arrange a free loaner car for me to use until my car was done (it's going to take days). Called the dealership to follow up; service guy said he was still working on getting an available loaner. Have dealt with this guy several times and he's generally awesome.
7:15pm Still at work. Faulty fire alarms cause an evacuation at work. Standing outside in the cold and rain, I call the dealership to follow up on the loaner and request my ride over since it's getting late and I'm stuck outside at work.
I'm told that the service department closed at 6pm. There is no one there anymore that could pick me up and clearly I'm also not getting my loaner car today.
7:20pm Call hubby, basically to whine. He's at work unil 9:30pm, can't do anything about this. Call my parents, no answer. Call my brother-in-law, no answer. Allowed back in the building at work.
7:30pm Sit at my desk and want to cry. Text hubby.
7:50pm He calls back. His other brother will come and pick me up.
8:45pm I finally get home. Oreo is dancing, needs to go outside. Buster is so frantic that he's vibrating when he sits. Let Buster roam (i.e. run) around the apartment. Clean up the confetti party he created out of his piddle paper. Let Oreo outside. Clean up the kitchen, put away the dishes.
9:35 Blog, wait for hubby to get home with Chipotle dinner.
At least I have a new Ides of March story. That other one was circa 1996, so it was getting a little stale. So, thanks, Ides of March. Not.
Reader Comments (2)
I would have cried. Cried at work at my desk. Cried on the phone to my husband. And definitely cried to the car dealership people--AND would have told them that I was pregnant and stranded and that they were total asses.
Good for you for not losing your cool. Enjoy your Mexican food!
I think it's the happy pregnancy hormones. I'm much mellower than my normal self... and I don't want to piss off the dealership while they still have my car. Might ask if they can comp my oil change or something, though.