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Crappit. My Life 14 MAY 2009

Crappit. Still haven’t got my car back from the mechanics… apparently the manifold took some time in coming back from the subcontractors who were welding and skimming it.

So missed out on karate practice last night and am once again having to work from home today (which is now the third day in the row!). Thank goodness my desktop RAM module seems to have sorted itself out now because my Jaunty installation is proving as stable as can be and with nifty old FileZilla and new find Komodo Edit to back me up, things are at least moving forward which is a good thing to know when you realise just how many of these ‘urgent deadlines’ just cropped out of nowhere!

Still, hope I’m not being charged for all these extra days my car service is not taking. I already had a mini heart-attack at the first quote so I’m kind of gritting my teeth and hoping it doesn’t grow any bigger while I wasn’t looking!

Sigh, one forgets how tough life without a car is sometimes! :(

Symbol of My Rage My Life 01 FEB 2008

volkswagen badgeFor sensitive readers you might want to tune out for the rest of this entry. You have been suitably warned.

Motherfucking piece of shit. Bloody ass-wipe monkeys! If I ever catch that baboon be it a kid, a hobo or just some other piece of trash I am going to beat them black and blue simply because that is how I feel when someone messes with my car or any other piece of my property for that matter. Last nght I made the nasty discovery that some horseturd had deemed it okay to rip the Volkswagen badge right off from the boot of my car sometime during the day. I’m not entirely sure where it happened, but more than likely it was during the day at the Bellville train station parking lot because I recall seeing that they had broken into a couple of cars via the side windows when I was leaving the station last night.

I think the effect is the same for any man whenever someone messes with especially their car and I am pretty sure Chantelle was rather disturbed at my rather rude outburst when we came across the damage last night on our way out to supper with Retha. Luckily I only stayed pissed off for a little while because in the end we actually had a very enjoyable evening out, though this morning my anger returned a little when I had to open my boot to stash my gym bag before heading off to work.

Luckily the badge was affixed by that double sided sticky tape they use so at least the car’s paintwork wasn’t damaged when they ripped it off because otherwise I would have been even more super pissed off. The only crappy part of this whole story is that those bloody badges are so frickin’ expensive to replace – for instance, Chris’ Mazda MX-5 badge was also swiped a little while ago and they quoted him R550 for a replacement! I’m hoping the Volkswagen badge is a tad cheaper than that :(

Anyway, enough of my ranting. You will now return to the normal scheduled broadcasting. If you have any complaints please send a mail to the Broadcasting Complaints Commission, P.O. Box 4412, Craighall’

After looking at this post after I finished uploading it, I couldn’t help but notice how my writing style and sentence structure deteriorates when I am angry. Oh well, all the better to carry over the emotion I guess.