Somehow it is another Sunday but the story seems the same—I'm back for the weekend to begin another day at my hopeless job. I haven't had 10 minutes to live for myself, but life doesn't give a fuck what I want to live for, so I guess it doesn't matter. *grits hits teeth and sets his alarm clock*
That check from Courtesy Ford came in the mail with the reimbursement I requested for their shit job with my fuel filter. For their idiocy, I should have demanded more but that is what I get for being a reasonable guy. With this in mind, I took the ride in to have them address the reason my fucking engine light was on again. They didn't find anything wrong and suggested the other Ford place just didn't clear my computer last time. Whatever. They didn't charge me anything to simply clear it so from this point I'm just going to watch it and see what happens.