Car update: I can't afford it. There are no cash back insentives, no discounts and no way I can afford this car. I thought I could, but I can't.
Oh Yaris! You are a cruel and unusal lover.
Guess I don't have to worry about giving up my Val after all.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Friday, June 27, 2008
I don't have friends, just sales men...
So I'm trying to buy a new car. Nothing to crazy. Pretty simple. I've got a choice between the Chevy Aveo and the Toyota Yaris. And I've got a decent down payment and a trade-in, so I'm doing pretty well.
So my mom's online trying to get a quote for my trade-in, and she gets this e-mail from the Chevy dealer saying he's got this great price on the Aveo and to come in and test drive. Well, I'm not ready to buy, but I wanna test drive both cars, so I figure why not. And it was nice. They were helpful and said they could get me in one at a pretty half-decent price.
So then I go over to the Toyota dealer near my house and what a joke that was! We get there and no one comes over to help us. Not a single soul! So my mom's like, let's see if they have the 4-door out on the lot. I'm getting frustrated, but I go. I can't see a single Yaris though and I'm hungry and I just want to be home. Well, there's this attendant just wandering around, never bothers to speak to us, until I yell out to my mom that I'm leaving and she comes with me. Then I purposely say in a very loud voice that I will never come back and I will make sure none of my friends and family do. This guy hears and walks over to my mom to finally ask if we're being helped. We say no, but tell him we're leaving. As a last ditch effort to get us to wait for them and stick around, he asks my mom what we were looking for. My mom says "she was looking to test drive a Yaris," referring to me. And his classy response: "Oh, is that all?"
WHAT?!?!?!
You did not just speak to my mother that way! PIG!!! So we leave, never to go back....
...but it doesn't end there! The next day, on my way to work, the sales manager from the Chevy places calls at 9:00 to see how I made out. I tell him I didn't drive the Yaris yet, but I loved their customer service, so I'll probably be back in the next two days.
20 minutes later, the actual sales man calls. Says he heard I talked to his boss and just wanted to confirm. I tell him the same thing and he says that he's off on Thursdays, but if I come in then, to call his cell and he'll come and set me up. He gives me his cell phone number and I think nothing of it, because a had a friend who sold cars and he did the same thing. So it's still going well....
Until 3:10. When a DIFFERENT sales man calls. He says that my original sales man had an emergency and had to leave so if I come in tonight to ask for this new guy. I'm like, ok. I probably won't be in, but whatever. I'll deal with this phone call and be fine...or not!
10 minutes later, my ORIGINAL sales man calls on HIS CELL PHONE!!! To tell me the SAME THING!!! And then, this ass hat starts to flirt with me. I say I thought he had a wife and baby, he says he thought I had a man (which I told me I do) but that we can still be friends. He says I do have his cell phone. So I'm a little disgusted and I tell him I'll see him if I come in to buy the car and to leave me alone. But it doesn't end.
I don't answer, but the USED CAR GUY calls at 7:30 pm that night. I let it go to voice mail, hoping they'll get the hint.
But they don't! I get yet another phone call the NEXT day at 10:00 am, to see where I was the night before and why didn't I come in. I finally tell them to stop calling me. I have not driven a Yaris yet, and I'm not making a decision until then and to just LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!
I think they finally got the message. I have not heard from them in 24 hours now. THANK GOD!!!
But I did hear from my no-pressure Yaris guys. I hope to drive (and buy, hehe) my Yaris next week. But we'll see.
VROOM VROOM!!!
So my mom's online trying to get a quote for my trade-in, and she gets this e-mail from the Chevy dealer saying he's got this great price on the Aveo and to come in and test drive. Well, I'm not ready to buy, but I wanna test drive both cars, so I figure why not. And it was nice. They were helpful and said they could get me in one at a pretty half-decent price.
So then I go over to the Toyota dealer near my house and what a joke that was! We get there and no one comes over to help us. Not a single soul! So my mom's like, let's see if they have the 4-door out on the lot. I'm getting frustrated, but I go. I can't see a single Yaris though and I'm hungry and I just want to be home. Well, there's this attendant just wandering around, never bothers to speak to us, until I yell out to my mom that I'm leaving and she comes with me. Then I purposely say in a very loud voice that I will never come back and I will make sure none of my friends and family do. This guy hears and walks over to my mom to finally ask if we're being helped. We say no, but tell him we're leaving. As a last ditch effort to get us to wait for them and stick around, he asks my mom what we were looking for. My mom says "she was looking to test drive a Yaris," referring to me. And his classy response: "Oh, is that all?"
WHAT?!?!?!
You did not just speak to my mother that way! PIG!!! So we leave, never to go back....
...but it doesn't end there! The next day, on my way to work, the sales manager from the Chevy places calls at 9:00 to see how I made out. I tell him I didn't drive the Yaris yet, but I loved their customer service, so I'll probably be back in the next two days.
20 minutes later, the actual sales man calls. Says he heard I talked to his boss and just wanted to confirm. I tell him the same thing and he says that he's off on Thursdays, but if I come in then, to call his cell and he'll come and set me up. He gives me his cell phone number and I think nothing of it, because a had a friend who sold cars and he did the same thing. So it's still going well....
Until 3:10. When a DIFFERENT sales man calls. He says that my original sales man had an emergency and had to leave so if I come in tonight to ask for this new guy. I'm like, ok. I probably won't be in, but whatever. I'll deal with this phone call and be fine...or not!
10 minutes later, my ORIGINAL sales man calls on HIS CELL PHONE!!! To tell me the SAME THING!!! And then, this ass hat starts to flirt with me. I say I thought he had a wife and baby, he says he thought I had a man (which I told me I do) but that we can still be friends. He says I do have his cell phone. So I'm a little disgusted and I tell him I'll see him if I come in to buy the car and to leave me alone. But it doesn't end.
I don't answer, but the USED CAR GUY calls at 7:30 pm that night. I let it go to voice mail, hoping they'll get the hint.
But they don't! I get yet another phone call the NEXT day at 10:00 am, to see where I was the night before and why didn't I come in. I finally tell them to stop calling me. I have not driven a Yaris yet, and I'm not making a decision until then and to just LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!
I think they finally got the message. I have not heard from them in 24 hours now. THANK GOD!!!
But I did hear from my no-pressure Yaris guys. I hope to drive (and buy, hehe) my Yaris next week. But we'll see.
VROOM VROOM!!!
Random Rambling June Twenty Seventh, Two Thousand and Eight
You know what I hate? OK, when you have a body piercing, and you know when you take it out after a long while...that smell. Like...the jewelery smells and then your fingers smell. Oh GAWD! It's sick! I hates it.
I do however love my body jewelry and gauging my ears. YEY!
Also....
Brand new song from the Verve today. CRAZY!!!! They did that song "Bittersweet Symphony" like 15 billion years ago (and by that I mean 1996). Now Radio104.5 is gonna play a new song by them? CRAZY!!!! Oh, and now they're playing Weezer. Love it! Go, awesome radio station, go!
And that's all. Kisses!
I do however love my body jewelry and gauging my ears. YEY!
Also....
Brand new song from the Verve today. CRAZY!!!! They did that song "Bittersweet Symphony" like 15 billion years ago (and by that I mean 1996). Now Radio104.5 is gonna play a new song by them? CRAZY!!!! Oh, and now they're playing Weezer. Love it! Go, awesome radio station, go!
And that's all. Kisses!
"Good Morning"
I don't understand
But I don't think I need to
Just to know in the dark
Is enough to see you
And I don't need to understand
To know that this is good
To know what was wrong
And keep what I should
Criptic messages won't be
Enough to express this right
But I hope you know it meant so much
That you let me sleep last night
~ Meg Han
Sorry, I had no where else to put this.
But I don't think I need to
Just to know in the dark
Is enough to see you
And I don't need to understand
To know that this is good
To know what was wrong
And keep what I should
Criptic messages won't be
Enough to express this right
But I hope you know it meant so much
That you let me sleep last night
~ Meg Han
Sorry, I had no where else to put this.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
"Innocently Enough"
A Text Conversation in 8 Parts, by Meghan and Friend
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Friend (Who's having a party, but no one gave him money yet): Hey guys, well you three are the only ones who gave me money, with only 2 who asked 2 pay l8r.* So im changing it 2 everyone just bringing something. So u guys have a choice, either i return the money, and u bring something, or i keep it, minus the 5 for the tee...n u dont have 2 bring anything. Let me know
Me: Um you can keep mine but i'll probably bring something too because i ...[hate] showing up empty handed. But you always have the parties and no one helps so keep it! Please! You're always too generous! Plus no one ever brings the little things like forks of napkins so use it on that :)
Friend: Forks n napkins it is!
Me: :) i'm still bringing some mother fucking boones farm!
Friend: U mean ur bringing CLASS!
Me: I always bring the class just by walking in the room! BAM!
Friend: My dick = mc2, BOOM!
Me: You like to skeet so much i need a dick sneeze gard!
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JESUS, what is wrong with us?? Me and my friends need help!*Please note that this was written VERBATIM, as it appeared in our text messages. Unless otherwise noted, all misspelling and poor punctuation was done intentionally.
Friday, June 20, 2008
My retail therapy cost more than your retail therapy, Bitch!
OK, so maybe I said I'm in a bad mood, but tomorrow is going to change all that.
How?
I'm getting my new ORANGE car!!!!!!!!!!
I can't wait. It's going stick out like a cheerleader at an emo concert and it's going to be great!! I'm going to be so in love with it. That, and my industrial!
Which keeps getting all nasty under the upper part of my earlobe. Like, what??
But, sigh. I cannot wait. My first new car. My first new ORANGE car.
Sweet Jesus, my day has come!!!
How?
I'm getting my new ORANGE car!!!!!!!!!!
I can't wait. It's going stick out like a cheerleader at an emo concert and it's going to be great!! I'm going to be so in love with it. That, and my industrial!
Which keeps getting all nasty under the upper part of my earlobe. Like, what??
But, sigh. I cannot wait. My first new car. My first new ORANGE car.
Sweet Jesus, my day has come!!!
It's Friday night. Do you know where YOUR daughter is?
I'm supposed to go clubbing tonight. I don't know if I can. I love dancing. I'm fairly attractive. I "have" a man, so it's not like I should be worrying about people looking my way. But I don't know if I can, because my clothes suck in the clubbing department.
Like, Ok. I'm cute and all. And my fashion is my own. And I can make myself look cute. But my clubbing girls are skinny, trendy, hot and with it. They are the pinnacle of HIGH FASHION (which is my fav new phrase!) Like, I mean, really, I'm trendy enough...but not CLUB TRENDY. I'm not with it. I mean, I'm just not CLUB material and I don't know what to do, because my friend is and I wanna see her while she's home, but I don't know if I have the club in me tonight.
I've thought about going to Wal*Mart and getting some new clothes that are cheap but could be passed off in a night club. I think it will pick up my spirits. I feel so off center lately and maybe a night of dancing and pretending that I'm not super intimidated by the skinny girls and tan boys will do me good. Get me out of my comfort zone and into....well, I don't know yet. I just wish I was younger so I wouldn't feel so frumpy.
And maybe......maybe that's why I've been hanging out with and seeing who I am. I have essentially 2 groups of friends. My gay best friend and his friends, who are all in this same mindset. We don't do dance clubs, we do corner bars and front lawn pool parties. And then there's my super geeky boys and this one boy, who I'm not ready to give a title to yet but yeah..........anyway, they're super geeky and they so funny and I love hanging out with them because they reference geek stuff and make me laugh so much.
But notice nowhere did I mention high fashion? Because I'm not. I play. I pretend. Sometimes I fall into looking the part. But I'm not, and I'm OK with that.
I just wish I didn't feel like a whole room of people is judging me because my shoes are so last year and that shirt is a tad too tight.
I'm in a bad mood.
Like, Ok. I'm cute and all. And my fashion is my own. And I can make myself look cute. But my clubbing girls are skinny, trendy, hot and with it. They are the pinnacle of HIGH FASHION (which is my fav new phrase!) Like, I mean, really, I'm trendy enough...but not CLUB TRENDY. I'm not with it. I mean, I'm just not CLUB material and I don't know what to do, because my friend is and I wanna see her while she's home, but I don't know if I have the club in me tonight.
I've thought about going to Wal*Mart and getting some new clothes that are cheap but could be passed off in a night club. I think it will pick up my spirits. I feel so off center lately and maybe a night of dancing and pretending that I'm not super intimidated by the skinny girls and tan boys will do me good. Get me out of my comfort zone and into....well, I don't know yet. I just wish I was younger so I wouldn't feel so frumpy.
And maybe......maybe that's why I've been hanging out with and seeing who I am. I have essentially 2 groups of friends. My gay best friend and his friends, who are all in this same mindset. We don't do dance clubs, we do corner bars and front lawn pool parties. And then there's my super geeky boys and this one boy, who I'm not ready to give a title to yet but yeah..........anyway, they're super geeky and they so funny and I love hanging out with them because they reference geek stuff and make me laugh so much.
But notice nowhere did I mention high fashion? Because I'm not. I play. I pretend. Sometimes I fall into looking the part. But I'm not, and I'm OK with that.
I just wish I didn't feel like a whole room of people is judging me because my shoes are so last year and that shirt is a tad too tight.
I'm in a bad mood.
Monday, June 16, 2008
I can't think of a witty title, so here's this piece of crap...
So it's supposed to be a simple Monday. La da da, go to work a little late since I'm working a little late. Do some paper work. Get my reimbursements done. Do my thing. Make a visits. Totally normal week with a totally rote schedule.
ERNT! WRONG!! NOT UP THERE!!!
Not today, pal!!!
First, I get an e-mail asking me if I can cover for another worker tomorrow, throwing my whole week off. And by whole week, I mean that for real reals. Totally got to move things around, change it all up.
Then I find out that our Audit's not over and I still owe more paper work. OWE MORE PAPER WORK!?!?!?! HOW?!?!?!? I'm like almost perfectly up to friggin' date! CUT! ME! SOME! SLACK!!!!!!
GARWD!!! I can't handle this on a Monday when the summer weather and the sound of churning air conditioners is making me wish it was last summer and I was still unemployed. I think I'm all sorts of off because I didn't go down the shore for Memorial Day. Whatever. I'll make it. Maybe I'll drive down on my lonesome this weekend. Who knows.
Oh yeah, and, uh, Irish Weekend sounds a go-go. I'm all about that! I cannot wait for 4 days of drunkin' Irish beach-ness! Aw hell yeah! September cannot come fast enough!!!
ERNT! WRONG!! NOT UP THERE!!!
Not today, pal!!!
First, I get an e-mail asking me if I can cover for another worker tomorrow, throwing my whole week off. And by whole week, I mean that for real reals. Totally got to move things around, change it all up.
Then I find out that our Audit's not over and I still owe more paper work. OWE MORE PAPER WORK!?!?!?! HOW?!?!?!? I'm like almost perfectly up to friggin' date! CUT! ME! SOME! SLACK!!!!!!
GARWD!!! I can't handle this on a Monday when the summer weather and the sound of churning air conditioners is making me wish it was last summer and I was still unemployed. I think I'm all sorts of off because I didn't go down the shore for Memorial Day. Whatever. I'll make it. Maybe I'll drive down on my lonesome this weekend. Who knows.
Oh yeah, and, uh, Irish Weekend sounds a go-go. I'm all about that! I cannot wait for 4 days of drunkin' Irish beach-ness! Aw hell yeah! September cannot come fast enough!!!
Friday, June 13, 2008
And my favorite song: Stabby Rip Stab Stab.
"Dear Diary,
Mood: Apathetic. My life is just a spiralling downward...."
I hate making people feel awkward when I tell them my dad's dead. Please don't feel awkward. It happens.
I also hate that I forget Father's Day. Like, full out forget it exists. I mean, I just have no need for it. Do you remember religious holidays of religions you don't practice? No, you don't need to, so why would you?
Besides, if I think about it too long I'll turn into an emo-fabulous mess, and that's not pretty. I might even be crying right now. It doesn't help that his birthday is this month, too. He would have been 49. He was young. ...Forever Young....
Sigh...my life is so dark.
"Diary, sometimes I feel like you're the only one who understands me...I feel like tacos."
Mood: Apathetic. My life is just a spiralling downward...."
I hate making people feel awkward when I tell them my dad's dead. Please don't feel awkward. It happens.
I also hate that I forget Father's Day. Like, full out forget it exists. I mean, I just have no need for it. Do you remember religious holidays of religions you don't practice? No, you don't need to, so why would you?
Besides, if I think about it too long I'll turn into an emo-fabulous mess, and that's not pretty. I might even be crying right now. It doesn't help that his birthday is this month, too. He would have been 49. He was young. ...Forever Young....
Sigh...my life is so dark.
"Diary, sometimes I feel like you're the only one who understands me...I feel like tacos."
Thursday, June 12, 2008
You're a dirty girl...
No really! I woke up late, found out my boss was in the office, realized that I have to go somewhere dirty today anyway, and so I decided to take my shower AFTER work. And it seemed like such a good idea. A really ingenious idea. But no...the sink-washed honeymoon is over and I realize that I feel like a total scuzz-bucket and I have to go to meetings this way. I don't know what I was thinking, but I'm almost positive I wasn't.
Oh, and did I mention its swelteringly hot outside? Oh, I didn't? And did I tell you about the air conditioning in my car that doesn't work? No? I forgot? Well let me paint this picture for you now....or not. It's gross and made of disgusting and I don't think you feel like loosing your cookies right now. Frown.
I'm so sorry, coworkers and clients. I'm so, so sorry.
Oh, and did I mention its swelteringly hot outside? Oh, I didn't? And did I tell you about the air conditioning in my car that doesn't work? No? I forgot? Well let me paint this picture for you now....or not. It's gross and made of disgusting and I don't think you feel like loosing your cookies right now. Frown.
I'm so sorry, coworkers and clients. I'm so, so sorry.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Jitters
I am exhausted! Why? I don't believe it is lack of sleep. I slept last night. NO! I think it is lack of RedBull. That's right. Lack of RedBull. I have slowly forced myself to become addicted. Yes, I knew what I was doing. And yes, my wallet and failing energy level regret it.
Now it is 2:20 pm. I am working till 6:00 pm. I started work at 8:30 am. I've been up since 7:00 am. And I am so tired...so very, very tired. And here I was wanting to go out.
I can fix this. Put on some music, drink a coffee, go get a RedBull.
I can fix this, since I created it....that's the sad part.
Now it is 2:20 pm. I am working till 6:00 pm. I started work at 8:30 am. I've been up since 7:00 am. And I am so tired...so very, very tired. And here I was wanting to go out.
I can fix this. Put on some music, drink a coffee, go get a RedBull.
I can fix this, since I created it....that's the sad part.
Monday, June 9, 2008
The rape of the postal system in the highnoon of e-mail and more fear on the weather front
People are ridiculous. How do you not know that by house number I mean the numbers used in your address. Like, 123 Main St. It's the 123. C'mon! If I'm asking you for directions and I say, what's the house number...wouldn't you put 2 and 2 together? SIGH!!! People are crazy.
In other news...in 2008, Philadelphia has not only seen record-breaking low temps, but now record-breaking highs, with schools having to close early because of the heat. SCHOOLS CLOSED EARLY FOR HEAT?!?!?! That never happened in my day, son, and I've only been out of school for a few years.
Scorching heat? Blistering, mind-numbing cold? Natural disasters left and right? Is no one doing the math here?
It's spelled G-L-O-B-A-L W-A-R-M-I-N-G and pronounced WE'RE FUCKED!
In other news...in 2008, Philadelphia has not only seen record-breaking low temps, but now record-breaking highs, with schools having to close early because of the heat. SCHOOLS CLOSED EARLY FOR HEAT?!?!?! That never happened in my day, son, and I've only been out of school for a few years.
Scorching heat? Blistering, mind-numbing cold? Natural disasters left and right? Is no one doing the math here?
It's spelled G-L-O-B-A-L W-A-R-M-I-N-G and pronounced WE'RE FUCKED!
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