100 Odd or Interesting Things About Me......
(This is more of a commitment than one would think. 100 is a lot.)
1) I never learned to ride a bike properly.
2) Nor did I learn how to swim properly either.
3) Despite the fact that I don't swim well at ALL, unless you compare me to a rock, I spent most of my formative years aboard a boat.
3) I suffered from night terrors as a child, and, because this is me we are talking about here, am one of the small percentage of adults that didn't grow out of them.
4) I have no enamel on my back teeth, and have to have them sealed once a year.
5) My favorite colors are royal purple, sapphire blue and emerald green.
6) I am terrified of moths.
7) I prefer a car with a manual transmission.
8) I am lost without a book. I always have to have some book I'm working my way through in order to be totally sane.
9) I love British humor.
10) I love cooking complicated, intricate things.
11) I knit often, but haven't progressed past "advanced beginner". I started my first sock yesterday, and I already fear for those around me when it gets complicated.
12) I hate crying. I will go to great lengths to keep myself from doing so, even when I am alone.
13) Reality television makes me embarrassed.
14) I will go out of my way to try and get someone a gift that I know they will love, and am always confused when someone does the same for me.
15) I am a control freak about really strange things. The order in which I shower, for instance. (HAIR FIRST! ALWAYS!)
16) I love to try new food. I blame my parents for this, as I was required to at least taste something before I said I didn't like it. I hated it as a kid, but now am proud to say that I have eaten things like cougar (tastes like pork), octopus, (Not that great. Texture, mostly) and Ugly fruit (it really is ugly).
17) In that same vein, I have eaten live fish. I don't recommend it, no matter how much Korean hot sauce you put on them first.
18) My favorite books cause either a)learning to happen or b)are totally fucked up. I own everything Chuck Palahniuk has written, as well as multiple anthologies on religion, mythology and the history of bread making.
19) I am rarely jealous.
20) I judge people far, far too harshly sometimes, and not harshly enough the rest of the time. I need to find some middle ground.
21) The idea of having a child terrifies me because I fear it would feel about me the way I feel about my mother.
22) I trust hardly anyone, but will tell anyone anything about myself if they ask, fully expecting them to use it against me at some point.
23) Since I was a small child, I have wanted to be an author and an English teacher, as well as a pastry chef. I'm not sure how you can combine those three things into a lucrative career.
24) I only watch television if it is readily available. If it isn't, I often don't notice for a while.
25) After my father died, I didn't turn the television on for nearly 3 weeks simply because it wasn't on when I walked in the door and I forgot about it.
26) I love techno/house music. I also love industrial/metal music. This confuses most people.
27) I believe in having a strong work ethic, even if you hate your fucking job.
28) I have never had a job I loved.
29) I hated college.
30) I find myself dissatisfied with at least one thing in my life at all times.
31) I refuse to own anything that is dry-clean-only.
32) I will buy things that cannot go in the dishwasher, much to the distress of my late father.
33) Blue pens bother me more than they should.
34) I don't really believe in family.
35) Being genetically related to someone shouldn't mean you have to love them, or see them if you don't want to.
36) I am a firm believer in evolution and natural selection.
37) I believe in capital punishment, but feel that death row inmates should not be kept separate from other prisoners.
38) I always vote.
39) I don't trust police officers. The only ones I do I knew personally before I knew they were cops.
40) I know I don't trust the police because the cops where I used to live were crooked as all get out.
41) And they shot and killed my stepfather in my front yard, that may have something to do with it too.
42) Somehow I seem to be more traumatized by my father's death than my stepfathers, and I was far, far closer to my step dad.
43) Everyone in my immediate family has/has had a substance abuse problem of some kind.
44) Organized religion confuses me.
45) I get motion sickness terribly. I came into this as an adult.
46) I had the chickenpox twice.
47) I have never broken a bone.
48) The worst job I ever had was either in a library or a veterinary clinic. Tied.
49) I have only had one job I wasn't really good at.
50) I believe in karmic retribution.
51) I hate to shop for clothes.
52) I have more pairs of socks than I will ever need, yet buy more constantly.
53) I didn't have acne of any kind until I turned 19. It was like the zit switch got flipped on my 19th birthday or something.
54) Snow makes me angry.
55) Rain makes me happy.
56) I get sunburned when it's overcast.
57) If I could afford it, I would get braces.
58) My teeth are not horribly crooked in any way that effects the way I look, smile or talk.
59) My bite is wrong in about 48573 ways, which causes me to have tension headaches a lot.
60) Everyone in my family gets migraine headaches.
61) My favorite sports to watch are Hockey, Sailing, Soccer and Porn.
62) Anyone that tries to tell me that porn isn't a sport is wrong.
63) I would like to welcome everyone all the "Porn isn't a sport" googlers and the like to this site.
64) Eighties music makes me happy.
65) Eighties clothes being back in style does not.
66) Two of my sisters had catholic weddings. They are both atheists.
67) I have nieces and nephews that are older than me.
68) I am a cat person.
69) I hate flying.
70) I plan on travelling a lot in my life. Thank God for Xanax.
81) I am pro choice.
82) I am a bad cell phone owner. I don't take the phone with me very often, and when I do, I forget to turn it on. This is a recent development.
83) I believe that laughing will fix a lot of what's wrong with you.
84) The hardest class I took in college was Buddhism.
85) The most boring class I took in college was Archaeology.
86) The most interesting class I took in college was Human Sexuality. (also the most horrifying, actually.)
87) I took five years of Spanish, and forgot almost all of it.
88) I have six tattoos, one of which is readily visible.
89) The conservative retirees I wait on at work are typically tickled by the fact that I have tattoos.
90) That makes my brain hurt more than anything else.
91) I have no patience for most people.
92) I feel guilty when those close to me fuck up.
93) I drink water very, very rarely and I know that it is so bad for me to do that.
94) I secretly love Ludacris and Busta Rhymes.
95) Nascar makes me want to tear my own eyes out.
96) I don't like toast, but eat it anyway because it reminds me of my step dad.
97) I was raised on peanut butter and mayonnaise sandwiches instead of peanut butter and jelly.
98) I realized I was an adult about a year and a half ago.
99) I am anemic.
100) I watch the food network almost 100% of the time.
Damn, I'm boring! Haha.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
I don't understand.
Alright, please bear with me on this one, I'm talking about things I know nothing about again.
Recently, every time you turn on Spike TV, there is a commercial about being a father. Reminding the men of America to talk to their children, play with them, be there for them....basically, a commercial advertising the act of being a parent.
See, I'm not a parent, and I am definitely not a father.....but have we deteriorated so much as a society that we truly need a commercial like these?
I come from something of a "do it yourself" parenting style household--meaning that both of my biological parents were too busy either getting wasted or being as far away from home as possible--I was kinda in charge of myself from a reasonably young age. If these commercials had been around 20 or so years ago....Would it have made a difference in my life? Would I have had a more 'normal' childhood/adolescence? I doubt it very much.
But if these ads are working, and even just one kid's life is made better by them, then I support them wholeheartedly. As much as I find it rather depressing that we live in a nation that requires them.
Recently, every time you turn on Spike TV, there is a commercial about being a father. Reminding the men of America to talk to their children, play with them, be there for them....basically, a commercial advertising the act of being a parent.
See, I'm not a parent, and I am definitely not a father.....but have we deteriorated so much as a society that we truly need a commercial like these?
I come from something of a "do it yourself" parenting style household--meaning that both of my biological parents were too busy either getting wasted or being as far away from home as possible--I was kinda in charge of myself from a reasonably young age. If these commercials had been around 20 or so years ago....Would it have made a difference in my life? Would I have had a more 'normal' childhood/adolescence? I doubt it very much.
But if these ads are working, and even just one kid's life is made better by them, then I support them wholeheartedly. As much as I find it rather depressing that we live in a nation that requires them.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Can I get a Hell Yes?
Ok, two posts in 10 minutes. Sorry.
I saw this on someones blog, and could NOT stop laughing. (I assume my late father is making good on his promise to save me a seat on the Trolley Car to hell--He's bringing the booze if I bring the smokes, E is in charge of the porn.) (Is is really weird that that was a running joke with me and dad? Not that hilarious now that he's dead. Anyway.)(If dad is making good on this promise, my laughter at this thing is basically getting my name embroidered on the seat next to his. Maybe an extra fan or something, as I assume we won't need blankets, as we are going to hell, after all.)
This is a poster found in San Fransisco, aimed towards gay men, who are the largest contributing population of recreational methamphetamine use (apparently) in that area. Apparently it is used prior to 'casual hook ups'. I am by no means an expert on this research, and I am not gay, a man, or a user of meth, so, well, there you have it.
But I do know funny.
This is funny.
Right?
At least you won't forget it. And that, my friends, is the goal of advertising, right?
I saw this on someones blog, and could NOT stop laughing. (I assume my late father is making good on his promise to save me a seat on the Trolley Car to hell--He's bringing the booze if I bring the smokes, E is in charge of the porn.) (Is is really weird that that was a running joke with me and dad? Not that hilarious now that he's dead. Anyway.)(If dad is making good on this promise, my laughter at this thing is basically getting my name embroidered on the seat next to his. Maybe an extra fan or something, as I assume we won't need blankets, as we are going to hell, after all.)
This is a poster found in San Fransisco, aimed towards gay men, who are the largest contributing population of recreational methamphetamine use (apparently) in that area. Apparently it is used prior to 'casual hook ups'. I am by no means an expert on this research, and I am not gay, a man, or a user of meth, so, well, there you have it.
But I do know funny.
This is funny.
Right?
At least you won't forget it. And that, my friends, is the goal of advertising, right?
Return!
Ok. So I have been hugely delinquent in my posting, but I was off on the WORST 'VACATION' EVER. (I'm thinking of trademarking that title, actually.)
Not all parts were bad. But the parts that were bad....well, they more than made up for the good parts.
I have started, and been working on, a post about our experience with the lovely hotel since my return from said hotel a week ago. Also, our trip to the ninth circle of hell, or the local auto mall(s). After about 2 paragraphs, I'm too irritated to continue.
(this means something. Irritation is usually my muse.)
I said something to a coworker today that I think is an accurate description of myself.
"I used to be painfully shy. Then I got pissed off and stayed that way."
And I sometimes wonder to myself why I have an ulcer and greying hair.
Anyway, all of that will be more fully explained later. For now....MEME!
(aside: The term "meme" makes me think {and laugh} about my old boss's children. to the four year old, a 'mimi' was a binkie, and to the 1 year old, it was a blankie. the baby would hold her blanket over her head like a ghost and wander around in circles saying to herself "mi-mi-mi-mi-mi........Mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi......" while her sister would wander around looking for her stolen binkie. Hilarity! Maybe you had to be there.)
A
Always: Find something to smile about. Sometimes harder than others.
Average:Is relative?
Age:25.52. Yes, I did the math. Officially closer to 30 than 20. Always the baby, right?
B
Beer: Is a good thing
Birthday: 3/12
Boast: I am thinner now than when I moved here. Bitches!
C
Crush: I would totally do the pretty boy that plays the green arrow on Smallville. And then make fun of the butt chin he is sporting.
Car: Please don't go there.
Cry: I need to allow myself more time for crying.
D
Days: Often spent watching the food network in my jammies, drinking coffee and dreading the hour when work is happening.
Dream:To be content, secure, happy, and financially stable. In Tuscany/a boat on the Mediterranean.
Dare: to keep kids off drugs? to eat adventurously! I love me some new food!
Drug: other than the periodic bout of emotional self flagellation, nothing.
E
Eggs: Don't much care for the eggs. Custard, however, is fair fucking game.
Email: I love it. I check it a lot. Send me an email.
Envy: Lifetime students.
F
Flavors: Not in combination, mind, but....Bleu Cheese, Roasted brussel sprouts with bacon, dungeness crab and CURRY! (and diet dr.pepper cherry vanilla. Sweet, sweet heroin.)
Favorites: Really good books, kitty cats, good photos, strong coffee, good Cabernet....flannel sheets!
Flaws: I smoke. I bottle my anger. I pick at my fingernails. This list would be very, very long.
Finicky:Not really. Control freak about my little life, but not finicky. Does that make sense?
G
Grateful: I am grateful for my intelligence, my red hair, my friends, the fact that I have food/clothing/running water/roof over my head......
Gifts: I can knit. I can cook like a motherfucker. I'm rather witty, sometimes.
Gum: Gum is reserved for when I try to quit smoking, therefore, I don't chew it.
Gross: Any kind of moldering food. I CANNOT DEAL.
H
Hair: is dark red and to my shoulders? Super curly but I beat that shit into submission with the straightening iron daily. Oh, and for another post--I haven't shampooed my hair in three weeks. I'm using this new cleansing conditioner....and it works.
Height: I am taller than average, but would like to be taller.
Happiest: Nook, Book, flannel. There it is. The recipe for happy, my friends.
Hate: intolerance of any kind.
I
Ice Cream: skinny cow.
Instrument: Bass clarinet.
Idols: People who live life totally honestly and without embarrassment--totally for themselves.
Independence: Thank you.
J
Jewelry: the St.Christopher's medal and the silver ring don't come off. Earrings change daily, and are usually very dangly and silver.
Jail: NO.
Jammies: Dad's Snohomish Tribes Tshirt and the ultimate jammie pants from target.
K
Kids: I love other people's children if they aren't brats.
Karaoke: I hate Thursdays. Almost as much as happy hour.
Kicks: Driving with loud music on, preferably Daft Punk, Fear Factory, Deftones, In Flames,or Tricky, lately.
L
Love: The blessings in my life.
Life: Ice skating uphill, mostly.
Lost: Not always a bad thing.
M
Milk: Don't do a lot of milk either. Again, with the custard.
Miss: Innocence.
Movies: if I can stay awake, sure!
Memory: Terrible.
N
Nails: They're fake. Sorry.
No: A word I could use more often.
Name: Chuck Palahniuk used it in a novel because he thought "It's the most horrible name for a woman ever."
Never: forget to preheat the oven
O
Ordinary: Shoe size.
One: reason I like my job
Office: HAHAHAHAHA.
Only: so much patience
P
Pet Peeves: lateness
Primal urge: Cull the herd.
Personality: Strong.
Pain: Red heads have a higher tolerance for pain, did you know that?
Q
Quick: to laugh
Quirk: I will push my glasses up my nose when they aren't on my face, so I just poke myself in the bridge of my nose. Super attractive.
Qualms: people who act like F&B workers are in a lower caste than they.
Quest: To be the best me I can be. (So, so, so cliche. Sorry.)
R
Reason: I can be overly logical sometimes. Is that possible?
Reality TV: HATE.
Rage: Mine's named Carl. He lives inside me all the time.
Regret:I try not to.
S
Season: Autumn.
Shoes: Running shoes or flip flops.
Silly: am i tired? Then probably.
T
Tattoos: Indeed.
Time: Did you know you can get a lot done if you don't sleep or eat?
Ticklish: I will tear your arm off.
Taste: Saturated colors, mostly. Modern, clean.
Torment: High heeled shoes.
U
Undress: For bathing.
Unpredictable: Some things in my life are
Unfortunate: wardrobe choices on SO. MANY. PEOPLE. It's like the white trash olympics out there, people!
Unforgettable: Mostly bad stuff with some good stuff sprinkled on. Like the weddings this year, those were good.
V
Vegetables: I love them
Virgin: Islands? Records?
Vacation: Dirty, filthy word.
Voice: Not as attractive as I think it is in my head.
W
Worst Habit: Smoking, cutting myself down
Wish: To be totally satisfied in every way
Waste: I try not to. Really.
Wander: I should do this more.
X
X-Rated: Can be hilarious.
X-Rays: The last real one I had, I threatened to kill the nurse. She moved my foot in a way it DID NOT WANT TO GO--hell, after that, did we even need to see if it was broken?
X-marks the spot: I got nothing.
Y
Year born: What's next, my ssn?
Yes: to diet pepsi
Yellow: My old kitchen! With the stenciled hummingbirds! SO UGLY.
Yearn: To get the masters degree
Z
Zodiac: Pisces
Zealous: with my pours when bartending. Ssssh, don't tell.
Zzzz: Oh, yes, baby.
Not all parts were bad. But the parts that were bad....well, they more than made up for the good parts.
I have started, and been working on, a post about our experience with the lovely hotel since my return from said hotel a week ago. Also, our trip to the ninth circle of hell, or the local auto mall(s). After about 2 paragraphs, I'm too irritated to continue.
(this means something. Irritation is usually my muse.)
I said something to a coworker today that I think is an accurate description of myself.
"I used to be painfully shy. Then I got pissed off and stayed that way."
And I sometimes wonder to myself why I have an ulcer and greying hair.
Anyway, all of that will be more fully explained later. For now....MEME!
(aside: The term "meme" makes me think {and laugh} about my old boss's children. to the four year old, a 'mimi' was a binkie, and to the 1 year old, it was a blankie. the baby would hold her blanket over her head like a ghost and wander around in circles saying to herself "mi-mi-mi-mi-mi........Mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi......" while her sister would wander around looking for her stolen binkie. Hilarity! Maybe you had to be there.)
A
Always: Find something to smile about. Sometimes harder than others.
Average:Is relative?
Age:25.52. Yes, I did the math. Officially closer to 30 than 20. Always the baby, right?
B
Beer: Is a good thing
Birthday: 3/12
Boast: I am thinner now than when I moved here. Bitches!
C
Crush: I would totally do the pretty boy that plays the green arrow on Smallville. And then make fun of the butt chin he is sporting.
Car: Please don't go there.
Cry: I need to allow myself more time for crying.
D
Days: Often spent watching the food network in my jammies, drinking coffee and dreading the hour when work is happening.
Dream:To be content, secure, happy, and financially stable. In Tuscany/a boat on the Mediterranean.
Dare: to keep kids off drugs? to eat adventurously! I love me some new food!
Drug: other than the periodic bout of emotional self flagellation, nothing.
E
Eggs: Don't much care for the eggs. Custard, however, is fair fucking game.
Email: I love it. I check it a lot. Send me an email.
Envy: Lifetime students.
F
Flavors: Not in combination, mind, but....Bleu Cheese, Roasted brussel sprouts with bacon, dungeness crab and CURRY! (and diet dr.pepper cherry vanilla. Sweet, sweet heroin.)
Favorites: Really good books, kitty cats, good photos, strong coffee, good Cabernet....flannel sheets!
Flaws: I smoke. I bottle my anger. I pick at my fingernails. This list would be very, very long.
Finicky:Not really. Control freak about my little life, but not finicky. Does that make sense?
G
Grateful: I am grateful for my intelligence, my red hair, my friends, the fact that I have food/clothing/running water/roof over my head......
Gifts: I can knit. I can cook like a motherfucker. I'm rather witty, sometimes.
Gum: Gum is reserved for when I try to quit smoking, therefore, I don't chew it.
Gross: Any kind of moldering food. I CANNOT DEAL.
H
Hair: is dark red and to my shoulders? Super curly but I beat that shit into submission with the straightening iron daily. Oh, and for another post--I haven't shampooed my hair in three weeks. I'm using this new cleansing conditioner....and it works.
Height: I am taller than average, but would like to be taller.
Happiest: Nook, Book, flannel. There it is. The recipe for happy, my friends.
Hate: intolerance of any kind.
I
Ice Cream: skinny cow.
Instrument: Bass clarinet.
Idols: People who live life totally honestly and without embarrassment--totally for themselves.
Independence: Thank you.
J
Jewelry: the St.Christopher's medal and the silver ring don't come off. Earrings change daily, and are usually very dangly and silver.
Jail: NO.
Jammies: Dad's Snohomish Tribes Tshirt and the ultimate jammie pants from target.
K
Kids: I love other people's children if they aren't brats.
Karaoke: I hate Thursdays. Almost as much as happy hour.
Kicks: Driving with loud music on, preferably Daft Punk, Fear Factory, Deftones, In Flames,or Tricky, lately.
L
Love: The blessings in my life.
Life: Ice skating uphill, mostly.
Lost: Not always a bad thing.
M
Milk: Don't do a lot of milk either. Again, with the custard.
Miss: Innocence.
Movies: if I can stay awake, sure!
Memory: Terrible.
N
Nails: They're fake. Sorry.
No: A word I could use more often.
Name: Chuck Palahniuk used it in a novel because he thought "It's the most horrible name for a woman ever."
Never: forget to preheat the oven
O
Ordinary: Shoe size.
One: reason I like my job
Office: HAHAHAHAHA.
Only: so much patience
P
Pet Peeves: lateness
Primal urge: Cull the herd.
Personality: Strong.
Pain: Red heads have a higher tolerance for pain, did you know that?
Q
Quick: to laugh
Quirk: I will push my glasses up my nose when they aren't on my face, so I just poke myself in the bridge of my nose. Super attractive.
Qualms: people who act like F&B workers are in a lower caste than they.
Quest: To be the best me I can be. (So, so, so cliche. Sorry.)
R
Reason: I can be overly logical sometimes. Is that possible?
Reality TV: HATE.
Rage: Mine's named Carl. He lives inside me all the time.
Regret:I try not to.
S
Season: Autumn.
Shoes: Running shoes or flip flops.
Silly: am i tired? Then probably.
T
Tattoos: Indeed.
Time: Did you know you can get a lot done if you don't sleep or eat?
Ticklish: I will tear your arm off.
Taste: Saturated colors, mostly. Modern, clean.
Torment: High heeled shoes.
U
Undress: For bathing.
Unpredictable: Some things in my life are
Unfortunate: wardrobe choices on SO. MANY. PEOPLE. It's like the white trash olympics out there, people!
Unforgettable: Mostly bad stuff with some good stuff sprinkled on. Like the weddings this year, those were good.
V
Vegetables: I love them
Virgin: Islands? Records?
Vacation: Dirty, filthy word.
Voice: Not as attractive as I think it is in my head.
W
Worst Habit: Smoking, cutting myself down
Wish: To be totally satisfied in every way
Waste: I try not to. Really.
Wander: I should do this more.
X
X-Rated: Can be hilarious.
X-Rays: The last real one I had, I threatened to kill the nurse. She moved my foot in a way it DID NOT WANT TO GO--hell, after that, did we even need to see if it was broken?
X-marks the spot: I got nothing.
Y
Year born: What's next, my ssn?
Yes: to diet pepsi
Yellow: My old kitchen! With the stenciled hummingbirds! SO UGLY.
Yearn: To get the masters degree
Z
Zodiac: Pisces
Zealous: with my pours when bartending. Ssssh, don't tell.
Zzzz: Oh, yes, baby.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Blink
I'm not buying the car.
Please re-surge the good vibes. Thanks.
Apparently, when the girl listed the car as "totally clean and sound! Just a few bumps on the back bumper!" she was either a)lying or b)an idiot. I'm going with the second one.
I told her I wanted the car inspected to see if any major mechanical work needed to be done, and that I would pay for it. She agreed. We also signed an agreement stating that if there was any major work that needed to be done, we would adjust the sale of the car accordingly.
She calls me with the results of the inspection, and says....
"I'm not really mechanically inclined, so i don't really know what this stuff means, but the timing belt needs replacing, the valve gasket covers are leaking, the water pump needs to be redone, one of the blades on the cooling fan is broken, the serpentine belt needs to be replaced and the coolant flushed. Call me!"
So I do. In a panic. I, also not mechanically inclined, but not an idiot, understand that the aforementioned things equal 1)Serious money and 2)I'm not paying this much money for a car that needs that much work.
So I call her. I explain that this is bad. That I will not buy the car unless these things are fixed.
She tells me she will replace the timing belt (apparently the only thing with an exclamation point next to it on her notes) and that's it.
I tell her I'm sorry, but I cannot buy this car for that price and need to get all that work done.
She tells me she will split the repairs with me.
I tell her, NO, she won't.
She tells me she will come down $900 in price.
Nope.
She then proceeds to start crying. (She is using this money to go to china in like, a week. Who doesn't sell their car for trip money until a week before?)
She can't afford the repairs, and she can't afford to take less than $900 off the price.
Sorry.
I tell her I understand, and that I truly am sorry. I genuinely want this car, but it is not feasible.
THEN! She gets mad.
"I just really wish I had a head's up. If I had known this car needed to be in perfect condition for you to pay full price for it, I would have shown it to other people."
Silence.
"I'm just being honest.", she tells me.
"You do know that you advertised this car for being in perfect condition with all the maintenance records up to date, and all services needed had been performed, right?", I tell her. "You do know that isn't the truth, now, right?"
"I'm in a real pickle (she actually said pickle.) now, that's all."
I told her that I would still pay for the inspection, which in my mind is fair. She then took my mailing address and hung up on me.
No Jetta for me.
Oh well. Such is my life. Nothing can be easy. I guess it's off the the Auto Mall, (also known as "The Eighth Circle of Hell") to go shopping. Kill me.
T's sister is getting married this weekend. T's car is dead, dead, dead. Bye Bye Jeep, it's been good knowing you. Sigh.
I'm not going to California for my vacation. I'm going....somewhere we haven't decided on yet. Car shopping, probably.
I hate my job and all things involved with it. So there.
Consider yourselves updated!
Please re-surge the good vibes. Thanks.
Apparently, when the girl listed the car as "totally clean and sound! Just a few bumps on the back bumper!" she was either a)lying or b)an idiot. I'm going with the second one.
I told her I wanted the car inspected to see if any major mechanical work needed to be done, and that I would pay for it. She agreed. We also signed an agreement stating that if there was any major work that needed to be done, we would adjust the sale of the car accordingly.
She calls me with the results of the inspection, and says....
"I'm not really mechanically inclined, so i don't really know what this stuff means, but the timing belt needs replacing, the valve gasket covers are leaking, the water pump needs to be redone, one of the blades on the cooling fan is broken, the serpentine belt needs to be replaced and the coolant flushed. Call me!"
So I do. In a panic. I, also not mechanically inclined, but not an idiot, understand that the aforementioned things equal 1)Serious money and 2)I'm not paying this much money for a car that needs that much work.
So I call her. I explain that this is bad. That I will not buy the car unless these things are fixed.
She tells me she will replace the timing belt (apparently the only thing with an exclamation point next to it on her notes) and that's it.
I tell her I'm sorry, but I cannot buy this car for that price and need to get all that work done.
She tells me she will split the repairs with me.
I tell her, NO, she won't.
She tells me she will come down $900 in price.
Nope.
She then proceeds to start crying. (She is using this money to go to china in like, a week. Who doesn't sell their car for trip money until a week before?)
She can't afford the repairs, and she can't afford to take less than $900 off the price.
Sorry.
I tell her I understand, and that I truly am sorry. I genuinely want this car, but it is not feasible.
THEN! She gets mad.
"I just really wish I had a head's up. If I had known this car needed to be in perfect condition for you to pay full price for it, I would have shown it to other people."
Silence.
"I'm just being honest.", she tells me.
"You do know that you advertised this car for being in perfect condition with all the maintenance records up to date, and all services needed had been performed, right?", I tell her. "You do know that isn't the truth, now, right?"
"I'm in a real pickle (she actually said pickle.) now, that's all."
I told her that I would still pay for the inspection, which in my mind is fair. She then took my mailing address and hung up on me.
No Jetta for me.
Oh well. Such is my life. Nothing can be easy. I guess it's off the the Auto Mall, (also known as "The Eighth Circle of Hell") to go shopping. Kill me.
T's sister is getting married this weekend. T's car is dead, dead, dead. Bye Bye Jeep, it's been good knowing you. Sigh.
I'm not going to California for my vacation. I'm going....somewhere we haven't decided on yet. Car shopping, probably.
I hate my job and all things involved with it. So there.
Consider yourselves updated!
Saturday, September 8, 2007
Ta-Da!
Oh, so that thing I didn't want to jinx myself over?
never fear, my darlings, here it is.
As of today....My new car. (Your good-vibe-oozeage worked! Thanks, guys!)
Oh, and the best part? It's a TDI. 50 mpg.
I pick it up next weekend.
Start thinking of names!
never fear, my darlings, here it is.
As of today....My new car. (Your good-vibe-oozeage worked! Thanks, guys!)
Oh, and the best part? It's a TDI. 50 mpg.
I pick it up next weekend.
Start thinking of names!
50+what?
I really, really wish that the payroll office at my job was not filled with morons.
Really.
Again with the missing hours! Again with the missing paystubs! Again!
Sigh.
Its a long story.
Hey--everyone needs to cross their fingers and wish me luck on the endeavour I am taking tomorrow--I don't want to jinx myself, so I'm not mentioning it.....yet. But I really, really, really want it to work. REALLY. Totally fucking awesome.
So ooze me some positive vibes, peeps!
Really.
Again with the missing hours! Again with the missing paystubs! Again!
Sigh.
Its a long story.
Hey--everyone needs to cross their fingers and wish me luck on the endeavour I am taking tomorrow--I don't want to jinx myself, so I'm not mentioning it.....yet. But I really, really, really want it to work. REALLY. Totally fucking awesome.
So ooze me some positive vibes, peeps!
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