Yesterday started off with me waking up an hour late because my son decided to get up five times in the night. A dandy way to kick-off the day.
I had an oil change appointment with Wellesley Mazda later in the morning. I’ve gone there every time for my oil change, for the past five years — it’s where I bought my car, the RX-8. I know I pay more for my oil change there than … well, anywhere else, but I know they knew how to treat my car. Plus, I got a “free” hand car washing afterward. Sure, it takes an hour to get my oil changed, but they have WiFi so I’m OK.
Yesterday I waited the hour for my car, paid the bill (which is almost double what I’d pay at Jiffy Lube), and head out to my car. It’s fucking filthy. I swear it looked worse than when I drove it in. So, I head into the office and ask why it wasn’t washed. They told me it’s a “new policy” to not wash the cars any more, that I could have them wash it or ten bucks more. I told him I’d gotten it washed for years, but he just shrugged it off. Jiffy Lube from now on for me.
Then, I forgot to take lunch to work. So I figure I’ll grab some trail mix from our little snack area. Yeah, it’s free, but I’ve got a gripe with the packaging. Check out the photo on the right.
See that microscopic tear in the top-right corner? That’s where we’re supposed to open he bag from. So you’re forced to tear down on the package and you have fricken seeds, nuts and raisins spilling all over your desk, keyboard, lap and floor. I wanted to punch the Planter’s Peanut in the groin.



I guess we’ll need to 
It’s time again for techie talk. Yes, this is because I was unable to easily locate this information using Google, so doing some digging of my own lead to this discovery.
