Monthly Archives: February 2013
I need to figure out what I’m going to do with my week of vacation coming up. My company is a little weird in that they make you take half of your vacation by the middle of the year or you lose it. They say that saves everybody trying to take off two or three weeks around Christmas but I don’t believe that. It is always slow around that time of the year so why would they care if half the office was off. Anyways I don’t want to complain the whole time about work because I know nobody wants to read that.
I do know that I want to get my office at home organized so I will probably spend a day or two doing that. I saw some really nice wire racks that I want to order for starters. I have so much stuff scattered around in there that I don’t even like being in there unless I need to use my computer. I stay on my phone or laptop otherwise. The thing is I like using my computer for certain things especially gaming. I play a lot of games or used to and would like to get back into it. My friend Neil told me about this really cool one coming out next month. I saw some screen caps and it looks like it will be right up my alley. Now that I’m talking about this I just want to go home and play something. I am at work right now on my lunch break in case you were wondering. I didn’t feel like going out so I just picked up something from the work cafeteria and came back to my desk to eat. Back when this place opened they tried to say you weren’t allowed to eat at your desk but that didn’t last long. I remember this guy Kevin that used to work here on the very first day did it. Our boss didn’t say anything and soon enough that little rule was forgotten.
Well I’m going to wrap this up pretty soon. I have exactly 13 minutes until I need to log back in and I want to go hit up the cafeteria again to get a dessert. They have ice cream sandwiches that I like so I’ll probably get one of those. I’m trying to eat better but those things are too good to pass up.
I love buying a new car. It’s not the joy of having a new car (ok, it’s kind of that), and it’s certainly not having to shop around for car insurance rates, but it’s the process of buying it. Car salesmen always assume that since I’m a woman, I don’t know much about cars, nor about how to buy one. I walk into the dealership and I get attention right away. There are a few types of salesmen:
The first kind is the overconfident guy who thinks he’s going to charm me into buying a car. He’s flirtatious and makes too many jokes. He’s more focused on trying to create a good vibe rather than actually answering my questions. Few things irritate me more than when I ask a specific question and I don’t get a specific answer.
The second kind is the guy who doesn’t seem to be taking me seriously. It’s like he’s going through the motions but doesn’t think I’m actually going to buy anything (you know, cuz it’s probably my boyfriend or husband who makes the final decision), so he brushes off most of my concerns and seems like he’s waiting for me to leave so he can go sell a car to a man.
Then there are what I call the “good” salesmen. They’re not trying to impress me, they’re not trying to flirt with me, they’re just being friendly and showing me the different features and answering my questions. This is the type of person that I buy from.
I’ve seen female car salesmen but I’ve never actually worked with one. I bet that’s a hard job because it’s such a male dominated industry. I wonder if they have trouble selling to men, and I wonder how they would deal with me.
So the salesmen always try to get me with extra fees and other nonsense when it comes time to deal. We’ll be like $2,000 apart in price and after they “go talk to their manager” they will come back like $100 lower than their original price. I’m like, did you not hear me? I know what your cost is on this car. I know about the stuff you add on to that price. Meet my price or I’m leaving.
Sometimes they actually call my bluff and I leave.
I don’t care. There are many other dealers who will be more than happy to get my business. I’ll even tell them if I get better service than I did at the previous place. “Hey, you know why I’m buying from you rather than from the place in the next town over? Let me tell you.”
I want to do more traveling. As I approach middle age (depending on your definition of “middle age”) I realize that I’ve spent a lot of my life in “planning mode” and not so much time in “doing mode.” Of course, that’s a results of my personality which is naturally to be cautious and not just jump into things. I have friends who are kind of like that, though. It simultaneously strikes me as exciting as well as kind of foolhardy. I remember one of my friends in college was telling me about how she was at a concert and she met these cool guys who were on a road trip and she decided to go with them on their trip. I was like “what? You don’t even know these guys! How was that even safe?!” Not to mention the fact that I don’t think many people could just up and go on a road trip without making prior arrangements, you know, like letting people at your job know you’re not going to be there, packing some clothes, etc.
But she did it and had a good time, and that’s totally her personality. She’s like a free spirit and just kind of does what she feels like in the moment.
The thought of doing that terrifies me, but more power to her if that’s her truth.
But I do want to travel. I want to go to Indonesia and check out their markets, see their temples, eat some spicy satay, and visit their temples. I want to visit all the main islands, stay in a hotel Bandung, have a meal with strangers, and learn to speak the local language.
I think I’m going to do that this summer. Like I said, I always think about these things I want to do, but I always come up with a reason as to why I shouldn’t do them. It’s either like I need to save money, or I can’t take the time off from work, or I’m not confident enough, or whatever. But I’m getting to the point where I’m looking back and starting to regret some of the things that I didn’t do, so I want to go do more stuff so I don’t continue to feel this way as I get older. I’ve always heard that you regret the stuff you didn’t do more than the stuff you did do, and I’m starting to see there may be some truth to that.