August Wrong! (Monthly Mini-Rants)

Tom and Ray on Car Talk said that just because a repair may cost almost as much as the value of the car, that’s no reason to trade it in, since you’re not going to get something better for the cost of the repair. (Tommy used to say that he doubled the value of his cars every time he filled the gas tank.)

Only you know the other issues the Camry has and what they may cost, but I found this site that says “Emotions say ‘buy new.’ Math says ‘let’s see.’ Compare the real monthly cost of keeping vs replacing,” adding that “sometimes a $3,000 repair is still cheaper than 5 years of car payments.”

Yup! One of the things I retain from my business training in college is that real value comes from opportunity cost.

The resale value of the car will only matter if you intend to sell it. If you aren’t selling it, then it isn’t worth considering in your financial decision for whether or not to get it repaired.

If you have already decided that you need a new car, then consider the price of a repair versus the resale value. Then it matters a lot, because you have to determine whether you are going to get a return on investment from that repair. But if you decide that you need to get a new car because the resale value of the car is less than the cost of repairing it, you are applying logic in a backwards manner.

All that said, @wolfpup, I completely understand the frustration of dealing with car repairs, mechanics, and dealerships.

I’m going through that right now with more repairs on a used car I just bought than I was expecting, and dealing with a shop I thought I trusted that may have done work that wasn’t necessary, and definitely didn’t find or tell me about work that was needed.

I will say that I did once experience a real nightmare situation in this regard, with my first ever car.

The first car I bought was a 1990 Geo Metro. It was a used car with over 100,000 miles. It wasn’t really a car that I was super interested in, but I was very young and was relying on advice from older (and presumably wiser) people around me who said that was exactly the kind of car I should buy. And I tried to be smart about it; I actually paid to have an auto shop give it a thorough inspection to make sure everything seemed okay, and I was told the only concern was that it might need new tires soon. So I went ahead and bought it, which at the time was just under $2,000 (this was I believe in 1997 or 1998), taking out a 2-year bank loan to pay for it.

It started giving me problems almost immediately; it would die at random times and have trouble getting started again. I took it back to the shop that I’d paid to check it out (which was recommended to me by my mom, because she “knew somebody” there). I had to pay a couple of hundred dollars in small repairs, like replacing hoses and stuff.

Then, 3 months into driving it, it died and nothing I did would get it going. My mom’s boyfriend helped me tow it to his house with his pickup truck. He took a look at it, and found that the transmission fluid was black, was thick like tar, and shiny with flecks of what were probably chewed up gears. The transmission was completely shot. The best we could figure was that the previous owner never got the fluid replaced. The shitty auto shop I’d been taking it to clearly never checked the fluids, as this should have been part of a routine check, and I was a first-time car owner and didn’t know what to look for either.

At that point it would cost more than the loan I was paying off to get it repaired. I could not afford another car, so it sat at his house for a couple of years while I was forced to pay off the rest of the loan over the next couple of years, and went back to taking the bus everywhere. I did eventually sell the car to some guy for $300, after I paid it all off, and he towed it away as-is so he could repair the transmission himself and give the car to his daughter. So, my first car ownership, I pretty much got scammed by multiple people and that was back when I was very poor and that debt was difficult to get myself out of (though I did it).

My second car was a complete junker I paid only $100 cash for. It barely got me around and was a nightmare, but it worked well enough for a brief time. I ended up just giving it to my brother when I moved away.

My third car was a brand-new car, because I was sick and tired of dealing with the bullshit of a used car, and that car served me very well for 17 years. I am now nearly 10 years into owning my second new car, and I’m just thankful I have been able to afford to buy new, even though I’m still buying very affordable, small budget cars.

It boggles my mind sometimes how much I have to hold my co-workers’ hands sometimes.

Me: Here is a spreadsheet of all grant requirements, here is the NOFO, please respond to Needs Section 4B of the NOFO. Here’s a page budget for how long it should be. Here’s the deadline I need it by in bright red letters. Any questions?"

" No."

7 days later, “Hey, did you need something from me by a certain date or something?”

Me: Yes, I need the narrative responses we discussed for the Needs Section by 8/29.

Coworker: Emails a 1.5 page Word doc about general needs info that doesn’t respond to any of the questions clearly outlined in Needs Section 4B.

Finally I just copy/pasted the narrative questions and sent them their own little document they can fill out.

I guess I have to do that now.

I have noticed - and I am not saying it’s the case here, but in general - people often interpret my instructions in the way that involves the least amount of work from them.

I wish you had a good “car dude” like we do. The neighborhood depends on the little Eastern European mechanic to tell you when it’s time to bail, and when it’s a good investment.

But I know this: he says a well-maintained Toyota will outlast any non-Japanese car, and should be good for 250k- 300k miles. I’m sure he’d tell you to replace the radiator (or he’d figure out a way to fix it… is it really just a leak?).

Don’t let your natural impatience and crotchety-ness keep you from doing battle on behalf of your Camry.

Oh! The other day a co-worker came to me and said the printer was out of toner. I said, “The Xerox?” She flapped her hands and said, “I don’t know anything about which ones they are!” I said, “The big one?” “Yes.”

“Well, it’s okay, the toner that goes with it is sitting right next to it.”

“I don’t know how to change it.”

“No worries, it’ll tell you.”

“What do you mean? Like it’s going to talk to me?”

“There will be instructions, right on the screen.”

“Well, I can’t do it.”

Me, with butt firmly planted in my chair, “Hmm.”

She went away, and the next morning came back to tell me she got someone else to do it.

I completely agree. I threw good money after bad on a Subaru lemon, so I know where you’re coming from, but replacing a radiator is just a blip (albeit more expensive than you’d like). Also, that price seems kind of high for your location, and Google’s AI agrees. You may want to check into that.

I used to have one, but he moved away to some small town. He was the guy who avoided the cost of an expensive cooler for transmission fluid or something in my old minivan and said that if I wasn’t doing any trailer towing it wasn’t really necessary. It wasn’t. The minivan lasted for years afterwards.

In this case the advice about the rad came from someone at a very reputable franchise (God knows, certainly not Canadian Tire!) who was not just young and cute and therefore, in my mind, highly credible, :wink: – but whom I’d also overheard talking knowledgeablely about car mechanical issues about car things with other customers. So I’m willing to take her at her word that “rad repairs are just not a thing any more”.

The LXW may have another vehicle for me – a 2018 Ford Fusion. The good news is that it was well maintained by the Ontario Provincial Police as an unmarked car. The bad news is that it’s had a hard life with dents in various places. I wouldn’t be surprised if some of them were caused by bullets.

I really think I need to say to hell with it and lease a new car before I die. Until the era of full and legal self-driving cars, I think I’m soon into the era of Uber and retirement living.

I have a new worker who claims she knows how to use the computer and other office equipment.

She does not.

She did not even know how to make a physical copy of a document let alone scan and send an email attachment. I just told her to give it to clerical or ask them for assistance. :fearful:

You know that stereotype “old ppl” thing where you turn down the radio (yes, it’s still a radio, ya whippersnappers) to find an address, as you slowly roll down the street?

I was derping in bed on my phone just now, heard a weird noise outside, and set my phone upside down to hide/darken the screen, just so I could hear better.

And then realized what I’d done.

Just … take me out back and shoot me like a lame horse.

ETA “derping” means “doing stoopit things” like killing zombies in my silly Plants V Zombies game, doom-scrolling FB, and seeing what the rest of the Dope got up to.

It doesn’t mean what your inner 11-year-old thinks.

In German table tennis, der ping cones before der pong.

Maybe you could cross-post that story over here: :zany_face:

I’m a quiet person. Oh how I love silence. Things you can do with silence: read a book. Listen to the sound of the trees in the wind. Do some cross-stitching. I especially love to do that in the wee hours of–

“MOM WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH A THOUSAND BEEPS?”

“IF YOU HAVE 2 at 1.0x speed and 1 at 0.5x speed WHICH ONE IS FASTER?”

“MOM WHY ARE YOU DOING THAT?”

INCOHERENT SCREAMING

All. Day. Long.

It’s worse than it’s ever been because our first floor has vaulted ceilings and boy does the sound reverberate. We’re hoping when there’s more furniture in there it will get better, but if not we may resort to noise dampening tools.

This morning he barged in while I was meditating, asked me a million questions about mediation, and then sat in my lap and said he wanted to meditate.

“Okay, now just sit here and quietly take one breath… Two breaths…”

“OK I’m DONE! MOM WHY ARE YOU JUST SITTING THERE?”

Bah…technology!

I try to rename one of the pay to accounts at my bank, which for some reason, needs a code sent to my phone. I am already logged in to the site, I am only changing the name so I can recognize the credit card I am paying better, why do I need a code? Anyway, I get code, put it in…invalid…I try again, get different code type that in…also invalid. OK let me try the call me option rather than text. I type in the code the phone call gives me…still invalid. Or something, I just close the box and it lets me make the change. Maybe their website doesn’t like the browser I am using or something? No error message of course.

Then I go to order from Papa John’s. I type the order and everything, then I get to payment and I can’t use the gift card I have. What? I used to be able to enter them, and even stack them if I had several and then pay the rest with a card. It doesn’t matter what I do, I even check the balance on their website. It will not accept (maybe because it is partial payment?). I give it up and try the credit card. Still errors. Finally I call the store and order everything over the phone. They are able to take the gift card and everything works at last.

There are many things that work in a way that is different than I think they should. They may not make sense to me, but I can deal with it. When things that worked, or should work, and you spend double (or more) time doing it. Aaaaarg!

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@icon I hate this constant struggle with technology. It seems to have accelerated over the last couple years most likely in record to security concerns.

I still absolutely hate that it has taken over so much of my routine existence.

I might consider getting a QR code for my gravestone.

Now that’s a fascinating idea.

There are of course websites where folks can post memorials to the dead. And leave obituaries & eulogies. With the idea these things will survive at least as long as anyone who knew the decedent remains alive. And maybe much longer than that.

QR codes don’t have to represent urls; there’s lots of other neat things they can be. But most QRs posted in public are urls.

I can sure see some enterprising funeral company combining those two ideas: here’s the webpage you can fill out about your loved one and we can engrave the matching QR code onto their grave marker for only $X extra.

ETA: No chance to patent this; it’s already being done: QR code → Funerary use - Wikipedia


More fun …
If QR headstones become popular, then after QR codes are long obsolete, whether due to technological progress or modern society collapse, some future archeologist will be unearthing all these grave markers with those weird square runes on them and will have the fun of trying to decode their meaning. And how they relate to the rest of the society they’re finding little surviving evidence of.

The mathematical sophistication of the transform from pattern of dots to conventional letters and numbers is far beyond what could have been figured out 100 years ago. Hope those future archeologists have some fancy math along with enough samples of our alphabet and some “rosetta stone” examples to give them a toehold..

Duct tape?

I somehow cracked my phone screen, think I sat on something while it was in my pocket, which means the event i was working at the past couple of day was essentially volunteer work as the paycheck will go towards a new phone instead of anything worthwhile :enraged_face: + the work to set it up for new phone, too
Then we sat around for hours on Sat because the owner doesn’t know how to delegate or plan. Sat outside with no water for 1.5 hrs waiting for him to get on scene to tell us to do exactly what we said needed to be done. Not the same as when his now-deceased cousin ran it; he had lieutenants/team leads that he trusted & only call him if there’s an issue.

A quickie stop at the meijers :winking_face_with_tongue: for fruit cups, avocado and sourdough bread. Pimento cheese dip also jumped in the basket. Didn’t see a price on the bread but I’ve bought the brand before and it was like $4.99.

I get to the self checkout and I scan the bread it’s $8.99! That’s so wrong!

I’m contemplating handing it over to an associate but then I notice a coupon hanging out of the coupon machine, must’ve been from the previous customer. It’s $20 off! Never mind keeping the bread, scanned to coupon and paid my bill $5. Wrong made right.