I am so incredibly lame. Moving SUCKITY SUCKS, and I just don't have it in me to try to see the humor in it right now. Not when the move is a week away and I STILL don't know which day the movers are coming, not when I still don't know where I'm going to be staying once I go, not when there are mountains and mountains of things surrounding me that still have to be sorted through, people that still have to be called, errands that still have to be run ...
Yes. I am lame.
I did, however, cross one very big to-do off my list today, and that was buying a new car. Oh, my stressful. I am fairly certain the whole experience took a good five years off my life, but ... did I mention how pretty my car is? It IS pretty! I feel a little guilty for buying a new car, but I really, really did need one and I definitely got my money's worth out of the old one. It was the first car I'd ever owned, I paid for every cent of it myself, and I drove it right into the ground, poor thing.
But back to the actual buying. OK. I sort of knew what I wanted already, because I've only been thinking about buying a new car for, oh, three years now. So I went to one dealership last weekend and test-drove cars. I was able to narrow it down to the model I wanted, but I was NOT a big fan of the sales guy. For one thing, he kept talking to my (male, card-carrying penis-owning) friend instead of me, even though I was CLEARLY the person buying the car. Also, he actually picked up a half-smoked cigarette off the pavement, brushed it off and put it in his pocket to smoke later. I don't know if it was his or someone else's, but either way, ewww. Also, he couldn't answer some of my questions, and also, I wanted to title it in the new state and I wasn't sure I trusted him not to screw it up since he couldn't answer my other questions.
Anyway. I go into a near-panic when I so much as renew my cell phone contract, so even if he was the smartest, most charming non-cigarette-pilferer in the world, I was not going to be making any purchases that day anyway. I left, and spent the next two days going online, checking dealer inventories, running numbers, blah blah blah, until I found the car I wanted at a dealer about 10 miles away. I COULD have gone back to the other dealership and had him send for it so he could get the commission, but ... I didn't. Does that make me a bad person? I felt a little bad about it, but obviously not bad enough. (Also, when I mentioned that to him as a possibility--because I didn't want a white car and that's all he had with the features I wanted--he was like, ummm, I don't know about that, what's wrong with white, what do you have against white, I think you should just go with white.)
Anyway, tangent. So I go to the new dealership yesterday. My token male friend (who, bless his heart, is the most long-suffering, patient person on the planet) gets there a little bit before me, and is like, ohhhh, snap, guess what, some other lady is taking your car. And I was like, WHAT! What are you talking about? And he was like, yeah, she's buying the car you'd picked out, but they said they can get one here just like it by tomorrow. And I was like, hmm, we'll see about that.
So I get there and they're like, we're so sorry, that car has been sold, but you can drive this one, it's the exact same thing, and we'll get you the color you want (blue) by the end of the day if you decide you want it. So I'm like, OK. Then, during the test drive, I happen to mention that I've already been approved for a loan by my bank and it's like ... screeeeeeeech. Me: approved. Other lady: not yet approved. The car goes to: ME.
I bring this up only because ...
My friend: Are you SURE you want this car?
Me: Why? Should I get another car?
Friend: I mean THIS car.
Me: What do you MEAN this car?
Friend: I mean, they can get the same thing sent here, maybe even by the end of the day.
Me: Why would I do that if they already HAVE it here?
Me: Because WHY?
Friend (looks around and whispers): Because of that lady.
Me (just look at him)
Me: What, was she, like, SCARY or something?
Friend: A little bit.
Me: You think she's gonna, like, HUNT me DOWN?
Friend (very serious whisper): Maybe.
I decide to take my chances with the potentially pissed-off, scary woman and agree to buy the car. Now I have to sign the paperwork. This is the part that's SUPPOSED to be easy, because of the whole thing with my dad's work. There's a set price for the car, which I've already researched. The only haggling is over extras and financing.
OK. Let me just tell you. That took FIVE HOURS over TWO DAYS. The finance guy was an ASSHOLE. I guess they are sort of paid to be assholes, but I mean, come on, I am blonde and I am giggly but I am not a complete and total idiot. First we fight over the trade-in value of my car. I LOOKED at the blue book trade-in value. I KNOW what my car is worth. So finally I say, forget it, I'll take it somewhere else, and he caves and gives me what I'm asking. Then he tries to tell me I should finance through them because they can offer me a lower interest rate. "Is that guaranteed?" I say. Um ... no, he replies. Then he tells me I qualify for extra incentives too if I finance through them. Fine, I say, give me all the numbers and I'll go home and look them over and come back tomorrow. Of course he's not down with that. So around and around we go.
I go back this morning and decide, OK, I'll finance through them. Except ... guess what? One of the incentives has magically disappeared! And, oh, yeah, there's an extra $500 fee folded in for something I didn't approve! I was like, ix-nay on the 500 bucks, and I'm going outside to call my accountant (my dad) now, thanks. So I call my dad, and then I call my bank, and then I call my dad back again, and then I call my bank and in the meantime the finance guy is SO PISSED OFF AT ME, I cannot even tell you. Even my friend was like, whoa, he is pissed. But I was like forget it, let him be mad, this is a HUGE MASSIVE DECISION and I'm never gonna see him again anyway. Which is great progress for me, since I HATE having people mad at me, but on the inside I was still a big old ball of stress because we're talking about a FIVE-DIGIT PURCHASE and my idea of a really big purchase is a $50 pair of pants I can return the next day.
Anyway. I go in, tell him I'm going with the nice, patient people at my bank (WHY? he asks. BECAUSE, I say), and all I need to do is log in to my account and approve the amount. So after he kicks and screams about me using his precious computer and his precious Internet, I go to approve the loan and promptly freak out because it still says $50,000 (my pre-approval amount), which is not even CLOSE to what I am spending. So I excuse myself again to call my bank to make sure they don't need to update the amount, and the finance guy's head basically explodes all over the room.
The happy ending: The bank people talked me down from my ledge, the paperwork went through easy-breezy, the finance guy did not kill me, the scary lady has not yet hunted me down, and oh, yes, I have a pretty new car. WITH SATELLITE RADIO. Yay!
Now I just have to get myself moved ...