Want to hear about my first world problem?
So I am carpooling with my neighbor today, his tire goes flat, which he fixes in like ten minutes. I get to work. I only have four deliveries. This is great because I can leave early and catch a ride home with my neighbor, who has half a day, and it's all good. I get back and I have to go out again. Fuck. My ride is still an option though. Halfway done, I find out it isn't. Turns out, my neighbor did not get the message my delivery was suppose to be more. I get back and my neighbor is about to leave. Now I have to call family to come pick me up as my car still has not been looked at by one of the twenty mechanics where I work. So I tell my family, 4. I get done at three and go to the toyota dealership to get a price on a new truck. Fuck my life, that magical deal they told me about does not exist. I try to leave, but my family shows up, pushes a corrolla at me (as did every other fucking person I talked to), and then I go to leave. But I can't, "we" need to check how it would be financed. So I mention I have my car, which my family says out loud "It was in a crash" and not long after "well, we're here because it won't work" to which I replied "You fricking idiot". I try to leave again, but they want me to test drive the truck. I say they because the sales lady couldn't let me go without talking to Dick. Dick is not his real name but let's just go with it.
Intermission: I'm trying to leave so I can go help my aunt set up her printer.
Two hours later (because it takes sales lady half an hour to do anything once she leaves her desk) I'm looking at a corrolla I can afford. It's ten degrees outside, snowing, and they want me to do another test drive. I liked the truck but dumbass family keeps suggesting cars in the thirty thousand fucking dollar range.
An hour later, I'm filling out all the fucking paperwork for a new car. It takes an hour for the woman to take down my information and then transfer it to the paperwork. Meanwhile WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST WRITE IT DOWN THE FIRST TIME ON THE PAPER. So now she has to go see Dick.
Dick says "Can you get the VIN, registration, and insurance card now."
Instead of saying, "We're in a rush dick, can it wait?"
I go to the damn car, clean everything out, (forgetting my cds btw) and go back in.
An hour later, I find out that because my car is still a joint register between me and my mom that they charged me a fucking hundred and forty dollars to get new god damn plates, that they have to have my mom sign the paperwork, and that I can come in any time before nine at night.
.....
I didn't even mention the recent grad rebate. If got the truck, thousand dollars off the price. But because they sold me a used car, no rebate.
And I can't even find my degree.
....
On the ride home, not in my new car, I realized cars are fucking rip offs. They tell you a car is nice but it's probably a piece of shit. Think about it. A ten year old Mercedes top of the line massage your ass while driving 200 miles an hour edition car is probably worth the same as new poor person's car.
....
So I am the proud (not really) owner (not yet) of a nice (it is nice) 2010 Corolla S. Which cost me more than the god damn sticker price after all the fucking fees.
....
What really bothers me about this is that I let myself get rail roaded. I went to look at prices and I let myself buy the one car everyone told me to buy.
Just once, once, I want to do something the way I want to do it. I want to have a plan, execute it, and deal with the results.
....
/Firstworldproblem
So I am carpooling with my neighbor today, his tire goes flat, which he fixes in like ten minutes. I get to work. I only have four deliveries. This is great because I can leave early and catch a ride home with my neighbor, who has half a day, and it's all good. I get back and I have to go out again. Fuck. My ride is still an option though. Halfway done, I find out it isn't. Turns out, my neighbor did not get the message my delivery was suppose to be more. I get back and my neighbor is about to leave. Now I have to call family to come pick me up as my car still has not been looked at by one of the twenty mechanics where I work. So I tell my family, 4. I get done at three and go to the toyota dealership to get a price on a new truck. Fuck my life, that magical deal they told me about does not exist. I try to leave, but my family shows up, pushes a corrolla at me (as did every other fucking person I talked to), and then I go to leave. But I can't, "we" need to check how it would be financed. So I mention I have my car, which my family says out loud "It was in a crash" and not long after "well, we're here because it won't work" to which I replied "You fricking idiot". I try to leave again, but they want me to test drive the truck. I say they because the sales lady couldn't let me go without talking to Dick. Dick is not his real name but let's just go with it.
Intermission: I'm trying to leave so I can go help my aunt set up her printer.
Two hours later (because it takes sales lady half an hour to do anything once she leaves her desk) I'm looking at a corrolla I can afford. It's ten degrees outside, snowing, and they want me to do another test drive. I liked the truck but dumbass family keeps suggesting cars in the thirty thousand fucking dollar range.
An hour later, I'm filling out all the fucking paperwork for a new car. It takes an hour for the woman to take down my information and then transfer it to the paperwork. Meanwhile WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST WRITE IT DOWN THE FIRST TIME ON THE PAPER. So now she has to go see Dick.
Dick says "Can you get the VIN, registration, and insurance card now."
Instead of saying, "We're in a rush dick, can it wait?"
I go to the damn car, clean everything out, (forgetting my cds btw) and go back in.
An hour later, I find out that because my car is still a joint register between me and my mom that they charged me a fucking hundred and forty dollars to get new god damn plates, that they have to have my mom sign the paperwork, and that I can come in any time before nine at night.
.....
I didn't even mention the recent grad rebate. If got the truck, thousand dollars off the price. But because they sold me a used car, no rebate.
And I can't even find my degree.
....
On the ride home, not in my new car, I realized cars are fucking rip offs. They tell you a car is nice but it's probably a piece of shit. Think about it. A ten year old Mercedes top of the line massage your ass while driving 200 miles an hour edition car is probably worth the same as new poor person's car.
....
So I am the proud (not really) owner (not yet) of a nice (it is nice) 2010 Corolla S. Which cost me more than the god damn sticker price after all the fucking fees.
....
What really bothers me about this is that I let myself get rail roaded. I went to look at prices and I let myself buy the one car everyone told me to buy.
Just once, once, I want to do something the way I want to do it. I want to have a plan, execute it, and deal with the results.
....
/Firstworldproblem
hexxus:
the funny thing is, apart from maybe one or two things i slowed down, the rest was actually that slow. heheh
ternura:
You're welcome, thank you for the support dear 