Well, after completely losing my temper at the place that misdiagnosed my car for $105, I'm getting half the money refunded. (I think this marks the first time in my life that anyone has said they'd hang up on me if I continued to swear at them. This may give an idea as to just how much I lost my cool.)
Apparently, after they misdiagnosed the problem, and I took it to the dealership on their recommendation, I was supposed to somehow psychicially surmise that they would have performed a fuel injector flush for free and then get someone to drive me out to the dealership so I could fetch my car, and then take it BACK to them so they could perform this service. So somehow this is my fault because I didn't take the car BACK to them after the dealership disagreed with their diagnosis. What the fuck -- I'm supposed to drive my car over hell's half-acre, thereby inconveniencing myself and my family in the process? PLEASE.
Oh, and after a fuel injector flush and a new fuel injector, the car still has a rough idle. So, after $969 in repairs, the problem still isn't completely solved. Next phone call I have to make is to the dealership.
Is it too early in the day for a martini?
In somewhat more positive news, I finally finished knitting my first scarf yesterday. Pictures will come once I've figured out how to get it off the knitting needle. (Let's just never mind that I've been working on this scarf for nearly two years.) It is v. pretty and fuzzy, and I'm feeling quite accomplished in that regard.
Ngh. I want to go back to bed.
EDIT: God, I just keep thinking about that jackass and his jackassy PATRONIZING TONE and I want to HIT THINGS. I think that's why I'm so blindingly pissed right now. He was just so condescending. Oh, and he asked me if I got the old parts from my car back. WTF? SORRY, ASSHOLE, I DIDN'T REALIZE THAT I WAS GOING TO NEED TO BE COLLECTING EVIDENCE TO GET MY CAR FIXED. WHAT, ARE YOU THE CSI OF CAR REPAIR OR SOMETHING?
...I have now succeeded in giving myself a headache. WTG, me.