I’ve spent the last week dealing with the dreaded Car Problems: You know, you go in to get it inspected and there’s all this other shit “mysteriously” wrong with it. 2 repair joints and close to $700 (YIKES) later, I have a question.
Why do mechanics act like you’re imposing on them by asking them to fix your car? Isn’t that their job? I don’t sit around going, “You want me to read news on the radio? Jeez, how inconsiderate.” ‘Cause that’s my JOB, ya see. So I can’t bitch about being asked to do what I was hired to do, ’cause if I don’t like it I should quit and do something else.
Now, I understand people who work at Burger King or what have you — the “unskilled labor” type of jobs that you get because you have no skills and no choice — okay, bitch about that, those jobs suck. But if you’re a car mechanic, you had to TRAIN to do that, right? At some point, you made the decision to learn to do that stuff, so you must have thought someone, someday, might want you to use those skills… AND PAY YOU SEVEN-MOTHERFUCKING-HUNDRED-DOLLARS. So don’t get all huffy and long-suffering sigh-y with me when I come up to the counter and ASK PERMISSION TO GIVE YOU ALL MY MONEY. I’m not asking for perky, I’m just asking for you to maybe NOT act like I asked you to change the oil wearing your grandmother’s wedding dress and a pair of scuba flippers!
Although… I would pay extra for that.