Because it really is personal…

So, I’ve talked to just about everyone I can think of about the Chevy Dealership and their shenanigans. The Better Business Bureau has responded that they’ve opened a file, and will be all over them like white on rice if anyone else lodges a similar complaint. They’ve also informed the dealership that They Are Being Watched. GM Corporation has talked to me twice, determined that I am not trying to get a free car, and has promised they would take appropriate action (alerting the district and local field managers, and letting the dealership know They Are Being Watched).

So I’m happy. That’s all I wanted, was to know that some other person wouldn’t be put through the stress and inconvenience that we were.

Now I feel drained, like someone pulled the plug and everything just left in a rush.

I really don’t handle stress well. The Good Dr. H has told me many times (like every 6 months, when I see him) that I should avoid stress. Like that’s possible with a houseful of teenagers, a husband who works, and a budget that doesn’t include a personal assistant. I know I should avoid stress, but that would be avoiding LIFE.

Am I supposed to sit on my velvet cushion at home, watching A&E and eating popcorn while Sweet Daddio leaves work to get a kid who’s broken his finger, or buy a car, or fight the crowds at Walmart? That wasn’t part of the deal, 22 years ago.

So, I deal with it how I can…drink…drugs…general irresponsible behavior as long as it doesn’t involve handcuffs.