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Ahhhhhh...mimosa. Welcome to the Sunday Night Mimosa Session here at the Williams Estate. Please poach me some eggs.
And mine's in a pint glass, too. Super Mimosa!
Well, happy Sunday, everyone. Looks like a Rams/Titans Super Bowl. I'm a way-longshot in the Fantasy Football. That's okay. It's just twenty bucks.
I told the current employer that I'm quitting. The general response: sad, but happy for me. As it should be. The current boss went a bit stony, though. Really, what can they do to me? Fire me? Ha ha!
I took the GRE Saturday morning, getting out in the wet and the cold and the rain to drive way the fuck out to Wolfchase. My scores:
I don't know what any of this means. Are these good scores? It's a mystery to me. The quantitative section was filled with those "A, B, C, D and E are working at a gas station. A must work with B. C only works on Tuesdays. D is a prick. Therefore, who will work on Saturdays from noon 'til two p.m.?" I've never been any good at those kind of questions and I did a good deal of guessing. The analytical section had lots of algebra and calculus and geometry that I hadn't seen since high school. More guessing.
Then off to West Memphis for heartworm pills (for Roxy, not me) and to tell my mom the good news about the new job. I got some cash and some gas and came back to Memphis to have coffee with Kathy (boss of Sonya, mentor to all) at the new and supersexy free-standing Starbucks.
Memphis is sadly behind the time, coffeehouse-wise. While there's a Starbucks in Oak Court Mall and in one of the bookstores, the first honest-to-god on it's own Starbucks just opened a few months ago across from the Holiday Inn on Union.
They play good music at Starbucks, don't they? And, yes, they have good coffee. I had a caffe mocha (venti, which is Italian for "big") and it was like hot chocolate, made from espresso, with a big dollop of whipped cream on top. We grabbed a couple of big stuffed chairs and gossiped for an hour or so.
I liked the clientele at Starbucks, too. Older people obviously there to see the new thing, young hipsters writing and trying to ignore everyone else, obnoxious yuppies, all kinds of folks.
They're supposed to open seven more in the next year. Memphis will soon be a Starbucks town. Resistance is futile.
And then: car shopping!
I dealt with four salesmen yesterday. Bill and Antoinette at the Volkswagen place were far and away the best ones. This is too bad, because my whole world came crashing down around me when I test-drove the Jetta. It wasn't any fun. It was stodgy and dull and a little bit bumpy. The seats were awkward. I didn't like it.
And don't tell me a four cylinder can't be fun. I've had fun four cylinders. I still want one.
So the Wife and I got back in the truck and scooted on down to the Toyota place, where I drove a Celica. I like it! It's a bit hard to see out the back, 'cause the windows are small and the spoiler's in the way, but I do like it. If I can find one with the specific options I want I'll wrestle 'em for it.
Y'all should be proud of me, 'cause I've got autobytel.com and CarPoint wrestling for my business. And I was approved for a loan online with a damned fine rate, too. Just call me Harold.com.
It was a foul, cold and rainy Saturday here yesterday, so I knew any car salesman who came out to deal with me would be dedicated to my satisfaction. I was tempted to push it a bit further than that, too, 'cause I had the nerf football in the truck.
"What do you say, Sonya?" I said, "before I deal with any salesman we've got to play a good solid twenty minutes of catch with the football."
"Screw the sticker price, buddy - go long!"
We also went to another Toyota place, where I drove an automatic Celica. Not nearly as much fun, and I didn't like the salesman, anyway.
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