The Earth revolves around

SLPTG and I went car shopping the other day. Well. Went car buying. Not for me, for her. I suppose I should back up a little bit.

We have been talking about her buying a new car for months, weeks, etc. She's done a ton of research. That's just the way she is. Nothing wrong with that.

Based on a number of things, she got it narrowed down to a few. So, off we went to the dealer to drive some of these to see how they perform, see if they are as good as the reviews make them out to be.

We drive. And we drive. And we drive. We drove a bunch of cars, each time informing the sales personnel that we are not interested in buying, just test driving a few.

So. The other day, the decision's made. The only thing needed to do is go pick out the color, make sure it has the options she wanted.

She wants me there. How sweet. How cute. But. (there's always a but, isn't there?) She calls me the night before and reminds me that this is her purchase, that she wants to do the negotiating, only wants me there in case things start to go bad or she's out of her head. OK. Umm, I think I understand. Sit there and shut up, unless I'm fucking up, then bail me out, but I won't tell you when/if that's happening, so you have to figure it out. But don't jump in too soon, because I asked you not to, remember? This is my negotiation, remember?

Ugh. So we get to the dealership. Saturn. Great. No negotiating. The sticker says what it says, no negotiating. Right. Well. The sales girl, right up front, informs us there are some "special" deals going on with some of them right now. WE drive a few, see is the "special" is available on a few. Finally, we've got it. It's got (most of) the features she wants and it's (mostly) the price she wanted to stick to.

The paperwork. Two friggin hours of paperwork. Man, I've seen people buy houses for less paperwork. We get it done. I think. She doesn't have the car yet, because they have to do a few things to it, but she should have it by Friday, so my fingers are crossed

Fat-bottomed girls

Evidently fat-bottomed girls put themselves at risk by makin' the rockin' world go around.


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It's only a Monday

Good morning.
So, it's Monday. I worked most of the weekend. Not at big, ugly, blue place, but here. Getting ready for really important meeting Wednesday (cue the music).

So, there's this group that we've been trying to attract for a long time. I mean a really, really long time. Well, we got the nod a few weeks ago that they might try us on to see how we fit, they'd need some things first.

Step one.
Mayhem. Madness. Elation.

Step two.
Repeat step one.

Step three.
Scrambled for a week obtaining all the necessary documents in a timely way.

Step four.
Dropped off documents at their office. Made polite small talk, ahem. Right.
Well, met with final lady who comes to sniff us out. On the wall behind her is a printout of Milton from Office Space. Holy crap, I started laughing. Thought for sure that would be the end of it, but we joked politely about the humor of red, Swingline staplers, cubicles, and the like. Very congenial. Don't screw it up, Frac. Keep it together. Meeting scheduled, checklist and criteria handed over. Great.

Step five.
Look at enormous list of things that need to get done in FIVE days. Well, at least we had five days to get them done.

Step 6-9.
Well, we got most of the stuff done, still have 36 hours to get the rest, then it's hope for the best.