Who's Idea Was This??

Society is NOT reflective of DIVINITY

RANTING IN COLOR IS SOMEHOW SOOTHING

Ranting in Red.  Seems right.  All it takes is a day of errands, being on the road with humans AND starting off with my car's first service at the FORD DEALERSHIP.

UGH!!!!!

"Are you going to be waiting for your vehicle?" he politely asked.  "Yes," I replied.

Well then it'll just be an hour.

The man that set up my appointment was very nice and when I went in after explaining the fiasco I had at the Roseville dealership, he set me up to talk with a lovely sales person about the logistics of trading a Roseville purchased Ford for one more locally in Auburn.

Because OF COURSE when I made the purchase & got the servicing warranty, they DIDN'T tell me any repairs can ONLY BE MADE IN ROSEVILLE.  That dealership is on crack....seriously.....it is insane there.  I NEVER WANT TO GO THERE EVER. I've called there to speak to the finance manager about an issue TWICE and he never returned my call.  Shocking.  Once they get your money, you're as good as dead to them.  FUTURE FORD CUSTOMER SERVICE SUCKS.

That said, my car was due for a 'cab filter' replacement.  OK.  That's covered....good.

TWO HOURS LATER......I had to ask about when it's going to be done, saying I understand it might take longer than the one hour quoted to install this filter.

Arriving home and looking over the receipt, doesn't look like filter was put in.  I call and talk to the same man and he immediately said, "MY FAULT totally, I forgot to tell them to put in the filter" - so it took TWO HOURS AND I DIDN"T GET THE FILTER.  He assured me when I come back down, he will have the filter in hand and it literally takes ONLY TEN MINUTES.

SERIOUSLY???????????

So it was two hours on a one hour service and I have to go back.

I MISS VOLZ BROTHERS!!!!!!!

My local amazing service men who have taken care of my vehicles for years, now I'm in

the dealership treadmill.  I'm not religious, but if I was, this would be AGAINST MY RELIGION~~!!!!!!!

I told them I'm a blogger....a traveling blogger who depends on the car for work.  The car's been fine except for a module breaking on it's maiden voyage, resulting in having to disconnect the blue tooth as I couldn't use MAPS VOICE DIRECTIONS while on a trip.  It was still under factory warranty then, but it would have taken 4 days to get the part - I had to go to my mother's funeral, I didn't HAVE 4 days.  

The service tech wouldn't put this on the receipt to prove this happened while under factory warranty, so I got screwed on that deal.  Each dealership is against the other, none of them work together, the customer gets the raw deal and the run around.  The car itself though is awesome despite this aspect.

My friend who put me in this car was awesome, he wasn't a "HARD SELL" - in fact he advised I not get the warranties at all, but once in the cubicle with the finance guy, they literally talk so fast and scare you into buying stuff you don't need.

DON'T GET CAUGHT IN THE DEALERSHIP CYCLE, once you get your car, they don't care about you AT ALL. And I'm a NICE CUSTOMER, I'm P A T I E N T - I'm F R I E N D L Y - I'm UNDERSTANDING!

I MISS MY '52 WILLY'S!!!!   I MISS MY HORSE & BUGGY.

I know this isn't a perfect world - well .... no.....it IS a perfect world - but what humans made of it is so far from perfect, or even manageable it's beyond words - one has to RANT!!!!!   I've got a tiny sense of humor about it though.

Sun-day, Rain-day

SUN & RAIN

Being it's SPRING, we here in Northern California are delighted at these rains we are having to keep the ground hydrated for as long as possible.  It started raining the day after the official fire season was announced.

Not having written in this blog since 2011, I can say much has happened, yet reading the last posts, some things seem to be evolving slower than I would have hoped.  This blog is appropriately named, My Dark Rants, for the space of darkness within the light of that which is me, is still prevalent.  Nothing like reading old blogs, which are like journals, to show the undeniable, unalterable truth of where I was when I last wrote in RANTS.

Having kept journals my entire adult life, and having recently acquired the diary I made for myself at age 14, I cannot view my past through any filters of how I THINK things went, or wished they went.  The filter of memory cannot taint my life for it's ALL in black and white, or as in the style of THIS blog, I chose colors.  Colors are just a bit more fun.  Well, I'm not ranting as much as rambling, now am I.

I have been in the longest bad mood I can recall being in.  Despite my study and practice of Law of Attraction and other universal laws, knowing the power of thoughts, etc., I still have not been able to shake it.  I'm angry about so much, and just scrolling through FACEBOOK is enraging and draining.  No news is watched by me, EVER.  Yahoo news articles are tiresome, and the commentary that I was previously hooked on looking at shows the low vibration of those participating, hence, WHY ON EARTH do I subject myself to this shit?

I won't go into all the issues and offer my two cents, but currently our government is happy to be dragging this country back into the dark ages, only in the dark ages, there wasn't the population or technology to also destroy the earth as it is being destroyed, so we're in the middle of a mess that is robbing humans of their hope.  Which brings me to THIS rant.

I congratulate Meghan Markle for getting out of here, finding her Prince and living her best life.  Please don't anybody bother to comment that I'm free to leave this country if "I don't like it" - I DON'T LIKE IT, NOT ONE BIT.

I wasn't one of those little girls who always wanted to be a princess, not once did I pretend this in my childhood play.  I climbed trees and played army with my brother and his friends, dodgeball on our neighborhood street and drew pictures almost constantly.  I was a budding artist that wasn't given the support to blossom, and now at this stage of life am defying all that was and beginning to paint again.

Gee, I haven't ranted QUITE enough yet, have I?  Well, I'll be ranting more and using FACEBOOK only to post the link to this blog where I have challenged myself to write a RANT A DAY.  I will not be sticking around to read any comments, should anyone do so, nor will I seek the dopamine allegedly attached to the collecting of LIKES, should anyone actually LIKE this, because,

I SIMPLY DON'T CARE.

I will rant that I am tired of Facebook being used to elicit money for services or donations for this & that.  I've contributed to both and am ranting about how one particular really good author offers this service that I thought a consultation would boot me in a bit of a direction I've been not taking, but she simply charged a lot of money for a 90 minute phone call literally hard selling in a soft and loving way, her extended service that would cost more per month than my mortgage.  She did tell me she channeled my custom program directly from the angels.  That was rather the straw that broke the camel's back in my world of thinking someone "out there" might know more about what I should do than I do.  This is my lesson in trusting my SELF and stop SEEKING for someone to "know me and be a team player" - I have to ACCEPT there IS NONE.  I have to do this fucking solo, and I can say I don't like it.  I AM a team player and wished for one for decades despite doing stuff on my own, including going to exotic far away places.  I gave in to this woman's consultation out of sheer loneliness but now that soppy sentiment has been replaced by being pissed that it was a set up for me to pay her rent for a month and I was subjected to a hard sell for shit I don't need.  So much for expensive lessons, I'd rather spend that money at a spa and get pampered on my way to a book signing tour.....which, by the way, is a matter of time before the book signing tour happens. 

In case anyone is wondering, there IS a book already out there in the world and has been for long enough for the movie industry to pick it up and make a film out of it, using the music on my CD, also on my website as part of the sound track.  Sometimes, these books get discovered after being out there for years, and mine now falls into that category.  THE CHE DIARIES, in case anyone was wondering, is the name of the book, and it's on my website, which presently, is a site less traveled and rarely visited.  So, get your butt to my site, where there is a portfolio of some of my art, my book, my music and buy something.....you know, support your local artist.  LOL.  No pressure.

www.aveguevara.com