Today I go to court in an attempt to prove that the ‘restorers’ who ‘restored’ my car in 2002 did such a lousy job on it, that they returned a car that was unsafe to be on the road. And that they knew they’d done such a lousy job on it that they carefully covered the evidence. I go to prove that their work was ‘not of merchantable quality’ and that they didn’t do the job they were paid to do.
I’m quietly terrified.
Last time I went to court it did not go well. I attempted to explain the importance of certain bits of an electric vehicle to the court and the court missed some rather important points about it, imho. I’ve got photos, diagrams, chunks of metal and an expert witness. And all I can do is worry and poke at my notes and pray that I’m able to explain it well enough that they can see that what this company did is unacceptable.
And then I can get on with my life, with the money my dad spent to restore Rebecca back in my hands, and re-spent on the re-restoration.
In an effort to distract my brain I think now is the moment for music and tidying. I can’t easily do work on the house at the minute, because I don’t want to be all sweaty and cruddy when I go. Perhaps once this is done we could reduce the stress level because at the moment:
– Court
– House Decorating
– House Sale
– Job
– Finances
is my list, and it’s turning out to make me feel stressed, and I suspect poking my blood pressure, with it’s tendancy towards highness, in the high direction.
I’ve not checked it at work because I like to wait until I’m not deeply, deeply stressed to check it. Like I try and check my bloods when I’m feeling well :)
*grin*
Anyhow, tidy and clean, and perhaps some Royksopp. In good news, we’ve got a plasma TV which apparently needs a $25 part to repair it (it’s only ED, not HD) which I’m off to collect in a week or so, so that we can make our lounge look bigger before we sell :)
