Had an appointment to get Ghost's inaugural maintenance at 0800 on Saturday.
Woke up around 0600 and was strongly considering just... not going.
But nah, it's her first maintenance.
Milestones and shit.
Got there just a couple minutes early, checked in, and took a seat in the waiting area. Fortunately I'd brought along my crochet stuff so managed to kill time pretty effortlessly through the whole thing.
Though I was interrupted a couple times by one of the service representatives. First to tell me I'd requested maintenance I didn't need (bruh, I'm just following the guidance of the postcard Mazda sent me) and then to ask if I wanted to have the Bluetooth software update completed.
He warned me that it'd make my wait a bit longer, but I shrugged it off.
And I prolly shouldn't have done that.
Because for an oil change and a software update, I was sitting there for
At the end of it, he came out and unceremoniously gave me back my key and I deuced out.
...Without a receipt for the maintenance.
And my seat pushed as far back as it'd go.
And my rearview mirror adjusted.
And my A/C turned off.
Dafuq.
And then as I got home, I realized: I never have any proof that the maintenance folks actually do anything. Usually I've got the service receipt, but not this time.
And even when I do get the receipt... do they actually do what they claim to have done?
Man.
Fuck my brain.
In other news: short week this week because national stuff-your-face day.
Opting to come in on that day and take off the next because days off in the middle of the week are stupid. It's the work equivalent of waking up and hitting the snooze, only to have to wake up ten minutes later anyway.
Meh.