Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Working And Trev Buy A Car: Part II
We fully expected to buy a Hyundai. We’d read so much about Hyundai’s top quality, high resale value and non-inflated pricing. Thing is, Accent only comes in a two-door hatch and the Elantra hatch is just plain ugly (sorry if you own one, it’s all about personal taste and so on).
Trev called me at work, “I found a nice 2003 Mazda Protégé 5. I drove it, too. I like it.”
“Really?” I replied skeptically. I still had visions of Honda Fit’s dancing through my head.
The dealers are only open late on one night in the week. I asked my boss, please, miss, can I be excused early?. She’s a nice boss and she said yes so off we went to what is affectionately known as “car alley”, a string of dealers along one street. We basically parked and walked the length, test driving car after car after car.
I. Hate. Car sales people. What is their deal? Why can’t they just be normal people? One dealer was so desperate to follow up with us that he actually called the Communications Department of the rather large media corporation I work for looking for the “girl named Working with the short, brown hair whose husband is an editor.”
By 8PM, we were discouraged and tired of the whole process. I said to Trevor that I would give all our money to the first sales person who offered to help us buy a car rather than try to Sell us one. I wouldn't even care what kind of car it was or how much.
“Let’s just go see the Protégé,” he said, “I think you’ll like it.”
Bob was the sales rep Trevor had been dealing with. “I like Bob,” Trevor said, “he reminds me of Roy on Coronation Street.”
Indeed he did. In fact, he was really familiar.
“I know you,” Bob said.
“You do?” I replied.
“Yes. Didn’t you used to be on that (local entertainment show) like, a decade ago?”
“Yes. Yes I was.”
“I was in (rocker band)! I was the drummer!”
“Oh yeah! I remember you!” We shook hands and joked about how our hard living lead to our current day jobs.
“So,” Bob said jovially, “When are you due?”
He actually pointed to my belly.
In tomorrow’s episode, Bob’s head is suddenly and viciously separated from his body, splattering blood and bits of internal matter all over the shiny brand new Mazda 3’s. But did Trev and Working go with the Protégé? Stay tuned!
Monday, September 10, 2007
Snuck Some Time
Sigh. I say I’m going to keep updating and then I fall off the map again. Let’s face it, I’m having trouble 'adjusting' (sneaking illicit updating time into my workday).
I went out on Saturday night intending to have a nice, simple meal with a friend. It was my stupid idea to get a bottle of sake, then go for a pint, then another. And another. Somehow I ended up crashing the wrap party of a show I don’t even work for, have never worked for. My only qualifier was our shows air on the same network. That’s not a lot.
But it was enough to get me in and drunk. Oh yes, I became a boozing mess and then drunk-web-cam’d my husband. “Hey, look what I can do with this thing!” He had a 9AM flight to London.
In other news, I returned to the same martial arts program that lead to my uber-fit self of days gone by. My body is 50 lbs heavier than it was and I feel the extra weight driving my bones into the floor. It crushes my arms into their sockets during simple pushups. All in good time, all in good time, I chant to myself when I feel like giving up. Which is often.
Another thing I’ve learned: sore muscles last quite a bit longer than they used to. So do hangovers.