Last thursday, Omar and I purchased a new car. It was our first time negotiating with salesman and financing people and by the end of it, we were both pretty happy with what we ended up with. A really small car payment and a whole lotta car. We were told to bring the car back WHENEVER we had time so that they could install the alarm on it. The only day we had available was Sunday, so we got a sitter and drive out to Corona (an hour away). When we get there, we are told that the service mechanic doesn't work on sundays. I'm ticked. We drive home. Tuesday, Omar takes the afternoon off to take it. We get there, sit for 2 1/2 hours for them to install it and then as we drive off the check engine light comes on. I turn around, complain and they tell me that I have to come back tomorrow to get a diagnosis because it's too late to do it then. Once again, I'm ticked. The next morning, I drop the kids off with my sister in law at 7am and get to Corona by 8:30. I tell the service manager what I was told the previous day about the chenck engine light and also that this morning the car didn't want to start. The lights came on, radio was on but it didn't want to turn over and start. BULL!!! I calmed myself down and it eventually started right up. Weird. The service man gives me this confused look as if I was speaking latin to him and says, "oooohh kay." He's got no idea. So he takes the car back, I wait another 3 hours and then he brings around, says I'm good to go. THEN!! (yes theres more), yesterday-Thursday, Omar goes to start the car, it doesnt start. He has to leave for work so he takes the truck. So all morning I'm going out and toying with it. Around 12:35 I get it to start. I get the kids, take it to a local mechanic here and have him diagnose it and give me his recommendations. He was the nicest guy ever. Basically tells me that my battery and alternator are fine, but that the part that the service guy at the dealership put on the previous day is not a new part, he put a used part on. I'm losing it at this point. He tells me that he can fix it there but I'd have to leave it over night and most likely the dealer won't foot the bill because it's not the dealer fixing it. So I drive home, my confidence and nerves shot. When I get home and park the sucker, the keys won't come out of the ignition. WHAT ELSE?!?! I flip out. Landon has to pee, so I take off the house key, run the kids up stairs, put on a movie and run back down to the car because the keys are in the ignition. While I'm trying to get the keys out, I hear Ava screaming. So I run back up to see what is going on, she is in the bathroom covered in poop. This is where I lose it and cry. She's potty trained but has had a tummy flu lately. I clean her up all while praying that my car doesn't get stolen. I call the dealer and tell them I want my money back, this car is crap. Then I go read the contract that Omar signed when we bought the car. I wasn't with him when he did this because I was entertaining the kids. Little did I know that he signed a "cancellation to option out" form. Meaning, you are signing that you won't get a refund. !$@#$ I call Omar (while I'm a crying mess) and tell him what he signed and what we are stuck with. To top things off, we were supposed to have the missionaries over for dinner last night. I called them to see if they had a back up plan because I was a chicken with its head cut off. They tell me that they were actually trying to call me because they were invited to dinner with their ex companion. Worked out great. All the while my phone is dying, I'm freaking out because we just put 5k down on a car that starts when it wants to. Thankfully my mom comes over to watch the kids for me while I pull myself together and fix my make up. Then Landon comes over to me and says "Mama why are you crying?" me: the car is broken, we have to take it back. Landon: but i like the car!! me: i do too, but its broken. landon: its okay mama, I'll fix it with my tools. WAHHHHHHH. I lose it again. By this time, Omar walks in the door, tells me to drive the truck while he drives the van to Corona so we can go lay down the law. We get there, my eyes red, and tell them everything. They apologize and apologize some more. I tell them I want it fixed right this time and that I'll be there saturday to pick it up. What else can I do. Good times right?
the devil himself.
Don't get me wrong. I LOVE this van. I just wish that the service idiot would get his stuff together and fix it right. No band aids, FIXED!! In other news, today is my moms birthday. I got a call last week from my grampa's computer telling me that I was invited.. it was the creepiest voicemail ever. lol. Then tomorrow afternoon is my nephew's 3rd birthday in Huntington Beach, making an Ikea stop on the way :P Then on tuesday it will be my wonderful husbands birthday. Speaking of husband, he totally got a HUGE promotion at work. :) And for that I am grateful.
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