I walked into the dealership at 7pm, found my truck by 8pm, and was approved for my loan w/ 0% APR, my payments were close to $300, AND they were willing to take my crap-ass Neon off my hands, paying off the last of the $2,500 I owed on the loan from BofA. These guys hooked me up. By 11pm, I was in my new truck *sigh*, driving home to snuggle in bed with my wife-to-be. The next day I got a call telling me they had to have my mom sign over the Neon too because she had co-signed on the original loan for that car. Anyone who knows me, knows my family lives 2+ hours away, so me driving over there, last minute with no notice to my work was not an option. After talking with the dealership, they decided to put a sales girl in a car, and have her drive the 4 1/2 hours round trip, just for a signature. Over and beyond, I tell ya. I was blown away. I will be a return customer. I'd love to post a picture, but who knows what psycho stalkers could be reading my blog searching for a way in... so I'll keep the photos to myself for now.
Part II
Sunday, I prepared a "follow the tea light candle" hunt through the house, complete with perfume, 29 flowers (in honor of her 29 years) and a home cooked meal for Jen's birthday. The dinner turned out as I'd hoped, and she loved the perfume. I tried my hardest to show this beautiful woman how much she means to me, and I think she knows ;) I was so nervous setting everything up, I spent 3 hours running around sweating making sure everything was perfect. She is more than I ever could have asked for and she deserves nothing but the best. So I gave it a shot.
It was a great lead in to our Don’t Wear White After Labor Day Party on Monday. The Panty Dropping Party Punch was all we could have wished for, and more. I'm sure some PG pictures will be posted soon of the debauchery that went down last night. I have to say the group of friends we are developing is awesome, we all have such a great time. And it's always good to befriend people who drink just as much, if not more, than you. We polished off 6 bowls of punch ( this consisted of an entire handle of 100% proof Vodka, and a bunch of juice to mask the overwhelming taste of booze), and a bottle of gin. Yes, we are TROUBLE. I managed to get my tipsy self into bed before 1am last night, and I was thanking Goddess I didn't have to be to work until 9am today. My throat is still hoarse from the 2 cigarettes (BAD) I sucked down last night in my buzzed state. And now, a photo montage:
And a blurry picture of me and the wifey for good measure:
Work is totally kicking my my butt today. I took a half hour break to eat, and read the paper and then it was right back to the grind. We are down an associate, and another decided to take today off. Her last day is this Friday. I'm not too sad I wont be here to say good bye. Personally, she's been nothing but a head ache from the beginning. I didn't know whether to be pissed she put in her notice when she knows how badly we need people, or go dance on her desk because I'm happy to be rid of her once and for all. Whatever, we'll get through it. Nothing is surprising me around here anymore. I'm more prepared each day for someone to take off. Leaving me up shit creek over and over again. I'm hoping I can make my way to a more structurally sound "ship" in the near future. Watch your asses kids, Shannon's on the war path for a new boat to command.
