Turns Out It Was A Code Brown Day
I never really know how a day is going to turn out but I often get a vibe pretty early on. When you’re autistic and have ADHD and anxiety, you can feel the layers of stress starting to pile on.
A week ago, I took my car for an annual service. That was my sole object for the day. But somehow it consumed the whole day and my sanity with it.
It was clear by about 7.30am that things were not going well. After circling the service centre and repeatedly exiting and entering the highway, I still couldn’t find the entrance. I finally pulled over in the side street and called them. Oh so it’s another block up the road. Excellent. Knowledge is power.
When I finally find my way in, there’s a convoluted triage process with men in high vis darting between the cars. At the end of the obstacle course there’s a young woman borrowing officiousness from the clipboard she’s clinging to. I tell her that there’s a problem with the handbrake that needs looking at and she says I need to make a separate booking for that as though it’s obvious.
Despite having told them that I would stay while it was done (they have a very comfortable and well-equipped waiting area), she insists I booked a 5pm pick up…
