So remember back when I wrote about how to boost the immune system? (here)
Y’all. I am SICK. I am from Michigan and using y’all so you know it is THAT important to catch your attention. My husband got to finally call me and first thing out of his mouth was:
” Are you sick, again???!”
Seriously, I am! It has got to be from the 3 visits to the doctor and 1 ER visit that I picked up yet another glorious bug since returning home from Princess Half Marathon Weekend. I seriously do not know if my immune system is even in there these days!
So I am going to admit. My diet sucks. I am sleeping a lot. I miss my husband #isdeploymentoveryet. I am fearful of what the scale says. SO with no updates on the normal blogging front, here is a fun story about how I wanted to hurt a little old man
A car salesman.
I have never leased a car. My car is an 1998 with rust, cassette player, roll up windows, and manual locks.
I just had to turn my husbands lease for him:
So to say I am sad to see this car go is an understatement. It just was not realistic for us to buy it when I walk to all the places I nanny pretty much, and he could walk/ride his bike to work if need be. Saving the car payments for a car they wanted 14k for ( NOT WORTH THAT AT ALL) was more ideal for us especially with such a rocky future with all the military cuts and so forth. I wont get into that now.
Anyways. The amounts of headache and crazy S*%# the company he leased the car through I want absolutely nothing to do with cars ever again. The company would never speak to me when I needed information about turning the lease in, which I am still not completely sure I did correctly anyways. My husband had ” squared away ” the lease before he left and they were supposed to mail me paperwork, they didn’t.
Oh let me mention, I hate calling places. I will call if I have to, but I avoid it like the plague. I am pretty sure I don’t know what I did to cope at my last job as a case manager with two work numbers I was constantly using.
I literally had to fight the car salesman to talk to the lady to get the form, due to he kept calling on his phone telling me the place was closed. It wasn’t I knew he was hanging up when it was reviewing the menu because I had just called twice. So I get through waiting to a lady, while adamantly sitting at his desk making him listen to me….not a proud moment. I said “HERE SHE WANTS TO TALK TO YOU” and he goes ” Did you call the right place? They are closed”
I almost swore at a stranger.
The leasing company then took the car dealer on a world-wide trip from India, Pakistan, Turkey, and rounding out in the Philippines. With little to no help whatsoever. I was ready to cry or punch someone. Now I have nothing against out sourced call centers, I just wanted to turn my husbands lease in and sign the forms that everyone kept talking about but never giving me.
So what does my sick self do after giving up there? I go out to breakfast at IHOP, then shop the feelings, then some more retail therapy, then out to lunch/dinner, then battling sno-miser-egeddon. ( Snow misery ( Missouri) Armageddon) with my friend who so graciously picked me up on the way home. We also ended the night with wine and some fun on the TLC channel.
I don’t have a question of the day for you, rather a “tell me about a time when you …”
I would say wanted to punch a stranger, but then that just might be me. Just tell me about a time you want to tell me about 😉
* I would never hit or swear at a stranger, or friend for that matter. I just talk like this when I get stupid angry over dumb things that don’t matter. I know. Please don’t email to remind me ;-)*