A couple of things happened today that really made me cringe:
I was on an oil change shop and I was so proud because I was only 36 miles short of actually needing this change on my primary vehicle. My last name has a particular spelling and I prefer on shops to allow them to misspell it. This place happened to be in my town (saving on the gas, aren’t I?) and I simply said my name without the spelling mantra. Now rarely do I run into this - - - the mechanic actually asked me if I was related to Susie, well, my husband is her cousin and there was no way to deny it. Trust me; Susie would be crushed. Let’s face it, if they’re asking me…they’re telling her. Well, he launched into how he dated her sister & helped her father put up hay and still sees the Mom. This was after the bulk of the shop is over, so I plan on reporting the shop (minus the family tree) and then following up with a scheduler email.
I had planned to pick upsome more audits that were reassigned & I was left holding some far flung shops. I had to rearrange routes, long story short, one was the leftover. Oh, why do I ever say to myself, “well, since I’m already there I can do this too"? I drove 20 miles round trip for $2.50 reimbursement and a whopping $5.00 fee. Remember that gas I was saving on? Well, I am trying to forget that, so quit bringing it up!
*pause for you to throw tomato*
Yes, I took a low paying gig - I am the problem - keep in mind I was severally punished. Gasoline jumped from $2.36 to $2.49 while I was on this little scenic tour.