In the office at work:
The Asian asks the Mexican, "Where can I get some information about Origami?"
The Mexican to the Asian, "Um, shouldnt you be asking yourself that question? I know about beans you know Asian stuff."
They both turn to me, I point at myself and say, "Enchiladas."
We all turn to the Black girl and she says, "Collard Greens."
The four of us turn to the white girl, her response: a shoulder shrug.
Some of you may have heard that I have and extra sense, or at least half of one. It doesnt work all of the time but when it does it can be a little freaky.
A couple of weeks ago I had this dream that a coworker got fired. It was such an intense dream I couldnt shake it, so I shared it with a friend at work. At the time there was no reason she should be fired, she had only been with the company a short while and was well liked. Yesterday we were informed that she "was no longer with the company". The friend I shared my dream with turned around, surprised, and screamed, "YOUR DREAM!"
The 240 is gone, we're 2200 dollars richer, but why am I feeling bad? The first deal I wrote about on MLK day fell through. That guy wanted to ship the car to his little brother in Texas who's always wanted a 240. After he researched the shipping costs he decided to renege. The first guy new alot about the car and he even intimidated me a little. He gave me reasons for why my car wasnt worth what I was asking, he explained this is going to cost this and so on devaluing the car by hundreds. So when we made the deal on Monday we settled on $1950. When the guy called to back out he explained to me that the car is definitely worth more than $1950. I guess he felt a little guilty for his earlier behavior so he gave me advice and told me not to let it go for less than $2100.
With that in mind I was ready to sell my car again, only this time I was more confident in the value of my car and wasnt going to be talked down. Last night we showed the car to the second person, only this guy was not a 240 enthusiast; just a guy looking for a car. The guy knew nothing about cars, NOTHING. The 240 is an automatic but the guy put it into second gear and left it there. I watch the RPMs go up and up the car getting louder I finally speak up, "um, you have the car in second gear". He says "I know." Then he tells us that he thought second gear is for city driving. Um, What?! Dominic and I have to tell him he's very wrong and not to ever do that again, just leave it in drive. We also had to explain that the 240 was designed for drifting and not for driving in the snow. This is a rearwheel drive car with no weight in the back which makes it unstable in the snow. I think we gave this guy more information than we were required to but we wanted to make sure he understood. We scared the crap out of his girlfriend and she didnt want him to take the car but it was his money and he really liked the 240. So we exchanged money, keys and paperwork. She's now in the hands of man who doesnt know anything about cars. 240 enthusiasts around the world would cringe at the thought.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I had to sell the car, the guy had the cash, it was an honest deal. She would've had a great life in the hands of a 240 lover, she would've loved an SR20, but she will die a stock 240. Her new owner will like her because she's pretty and she gets him from point a to point b. Its a mediocre life for a 240 but she'll be okay.
Okay my life's not ruined, but damn this monday holiday bullcrap! I just showed the 240 to the first person and he's ready to seal the deal. Of course he had to bargain a bit which is why the car was priced the way it was. So we made a deal for no less than I expected, sealed it with a handshake, but where's the cash? The cash is stuck in the damn bank that's closed. Why? Because its Martin Luther King Jr. Day!
Shit! Did you know today is MLK jr. Day? And people are actually taking the day off in observance of this? I went to work today and waited, and waited for someone to open the door when 40 minutes later it hit me that no one was coming. I called a co-worker and I was like "what the hell, man?" and he was like "why are you calling me so early? shouldnt you be sleeping in? Don't you know today is the day of Martin Luther King Jr.?" And then I think I said "aww FUCK!" he laughed and then explained that management made an executive decision on saturday to close shop on monday. Since I'm not there on saturdays, and I dont belong to any department, NO ONE CALLED ME!
Damn you, MLK Day!
Sorry I'm so terrible at posting but here's what's been going on...
As Career Development Coordinator, my first big job was to put together a career fair for the entire school. I was nervous as I'd never done anything like it before but it turned out better than anyone thought it could. Close to 200 people were there and everyone had great things to say. My old boss was there too, and it was a mighty good feeling to have him see how successful I am. In your face, Jim P.!
I'm selling the 240, finally! Craigslist proved to be a great place to advertise- less than 2 hours after posting the ad we had 3 inquiries. We also paid to post it on AutoTrader but that wont even show up for 24 hours. The car might be sold before autotrader even posts it.
We're moving, again. On Saturday the 21st Dominic and I are moving to south Denver. We know no one likes moving but we need all the help we can get so if you're free and you love us please lend us a hand.
If you haven't read dominic's blog yet you might not know that the world woke up on the wrong side of the bed yesterday. This did not only include us and our neighbors but everyone I work with as well. I showed up to work a couple of hours late due to the one car dilemma. Showing up late to work was compouned by not only grumpy coworkers but also having to drive to the top level of the parking garage which seems to take an extra hour. I finally got to work and was bombarded by a number of complaints-not directed at me-but dropped on me. Then I worked extra hard, all day, to finish my project only to have everything disapproved by my superior. By five o'clock I was exhausted and depleated of anything I had to offer, so I left. I usually never leave before sunset so this was certainly a rarity. Frustrated, I rode the extrodinarily slow elevator to the 8th level of the parking garage. After what felt like an eternity, the elevator doors opened. Just then my tired eyes and life were awakened by the most beautiful sunset. I walked to the far west end of the top level of this garage and stood breathless at this incredible site. Tears welled up in my eyes and I'm unsure of whether it was because of exhaustion or for leaving my camera at home but one thing I am sure of is that I AM BLESSED. Blessed indeed, even in difficult times. The exhaustion, frustration and hate were all melted away by this spectacular moment.
I hope that some of you were as lucky as myself to witness and appreciate this beautiful moment.
Two weeks before christmas I was totally caught off guard at work when I was handed a name to buy a "secret santa" gift for. I was really pissed that the owner of the company just assumed everyone wanted to play this stupid game. It was too late to say anything to him at this point since it would screw everything up if I took myself out. So I stayed quiet and played the game.
The day we exchanged gifts my secret santa (a super sweet, but naive grandma) came up to me and handed me a book. She nervously explained that she'd heard that I dont celebrate christmas. She said "i didnt know what to give you, I didnt know if 'christ' offends you so I didnt include a christmas card." At the time I didnt have time to explain myself and I got the impression she thought I was the anti-christ. Later, I opened the book and was pleasantly surprised to find that the book was not just another empty secret santa gift. It was however a vessel for the real gift. Inside, was a sheet of paper about the Brent Eley Foundation at the bottom she wrote a note explaining that she donated to this charity in my name. I met up with her later and thanked her for the best gift I've ever recieved. At this time I got the opportunity to explain why I dont celebrate christmas and explained that if every christmas gift was as unselfish and generous as this one I'd be christmas's biggest proponent. She thanked me for teaching her a wonderful lesson and told me she now has a new christmas tradition!
That's one down and about 6 billion to go.