this may be of interest to you, I was chasing a P2293 and 171 507 and I think a 174 code on a 2006 Jetta GLI, I had replaced the «Low Pressure» fuel pump and also the high pressure pump cam follower (that's where you helped), BUT because I am a
small business (just me) I can not afford all the diagnostic equipment that Mr VW can, so I sent the customer to Mr VW to diagnose the problem, they assured her it was the Vacuum pump, so I purchased and fitted it and sent her on her way, oh shit phone call
check engine light back on,
when I
checked the 2293 code had gone but not the others, why am I not surprised VW screwed a customer!!!
Our Standard Overdraft Services work with our Overdraft Protection Plans, such overdraft coverage from another
small business savings or checking account or from a Business Line of Credit, and serves as a backup by allowing us to consider authorizing and paying items into overdraft when the transaction can not be fully covered by the overdraft protection c
business savings or
checking account or from a
Business Line of Credit, and serves as a backup by allowing us to consider authorizing and paying items into overdraft when the transaction can not be fully covered by the overdraft protection c
Business Line of Credit, and serves as a backup by allowing us to consider authorizing and paying items into overdraft
when the transaction can not be fully covered by the overdraft protection coverage.
It went something like this: hotel
check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough
when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible
small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very
small client office in a very large anonymous
business park, almost hug client with relief
when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.