Anyway, a minute or so later I peeped and saw no one waiting by the front door so we made our move.
However as I stepped out, the parcelforce man appeared from no where... and then the conversation went like this....
PF = parcel force man
PF: 'I've done as I've told and put it in the garage now' **I have a note saying to leave them in the garage!**
Me: 'Ah thanks hun, It's only my breaker bar'
PF: 'Why don't you just take it down Oakes?'
Me: 'Why should I? It's a lot easier if I do it myself, plus car isn't MOT'd, Insured, or Taxed'
PF: 'Ha ha, I see, you mean you get your fella to do it?'
Me: 'What fella? I kid you not I do the work on this car all by myself'
PF: 'What, you? really?'
Me: 'Yes... Look - steel toe caps'
PF: *Pennies dropping at this point* 'Well if you know what you're doing, I don't. What have you got to do?'
Me: 'I need to clean up and access the rear brakes, particularly the ABS sensor, do some wiring under the passenger seat and a fascia transplant on the stereo'
PF: *Stunned silence for a few seconds* 'Well, good luck to you, I wouldn't know where to start on mine, I spent £750 on it earlier this year on the power steering'
Me: 'Let me guess, it's not a Peugeot'
PF: 'Correct'
Me: 'Oh well, that's what you get for not getting a lion'
I guess we live in a very gender stereotypical world still, oil and grease is typically a man job therefore why would a woman want to break her nails and get dirty? I must admit, I have met a few men recently who admit they don't know what they're doing therefore do nothing to it....
I must also admit, I am just a woman and as much as I do NOT know what I'm doing I don't let that put me off, I rather get stuck in and work out how she's working for myself (it now has put doubt in my mind to sell her after the MOT I admit) than not do anything and PAY someone else to do a job I am equally as capable to do - Okay, may get stuck along the way, hit a few problems and do it much slower than a professional mechanic would BUT it's part of the fun, right guys?
I don't care if people can't accept me for who I am, I maybe a woman but I love to get my hands dirty, I love nothing more than finishing a job with job satisfaction, if I did it all on my own, great - If I had to ask advice or even get some muscle power, not bad. Finishing a job on the car then thinking how many pennies that's saved me in the garage, or finishing the job with knowing you are not just one of these 'oh shit the car needs to go the garage' kinda people - job satisfaction and I love every minute of working on Miss Pug. I am however, finding it highly fucking annoying that I am still without SO many tools - many of which I can not afford to replace again. Never know, I may meet a ''sugar daddy'' soon............. or - have I already met one?
With a house move, MOT and court approaching - my life is as hectic as it always is. Move shit to add to the mix recently, but nothing I can go into detail on here - and in fairness, it's nothing to do with Miss Pug.
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