Alright...Here I go. It is 3:30am on a very early Monday morning. I have not slept since 7am last morning. My five-member simulation group slowly dwindled down to one other girl and me as we struggled to finish a fundraising plan and budget for a 2Million dollar Congressional race. I am on both a caffeine and a carb high. Is this what campaigning is all about?! Cause I kinda love it...the challenge, the stress to get your work done properly, and even conceding arguments on who should do what and with whom.
Annie List's program is pretty intense...but, I like it (ask me again how much I like it when I have to wake up in less than four hours for another 10 hour class day and another 6+ hours of campaign simulation). I am learning so much about campaiging and yet feel as if I have not retained a single thing from sleep deprivation, and it's only the third day! I would write more, but am, quite frankly tired of typing and looking at a computer screen. So with that, I leave you to say goodnight, or goodmorning.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Monday, July 14, 2008
Cut-Throat World of...Car Sales?
I have learned something as I have spent the past week avidly looking for a new car. The world of car sales is cut-throat (apparently, I am the only one in the free-world that didn't know this)! Let me give you a couple of examples. But, first I want to preface the following "mean-ness" by saying that after realizing that all the viable used cars were within a couple thousand of their new counterparts, I decided to get a new, new car (pretty exciting, huh?!). Plus, I will get the full warranty, which will help as I will likely be paying on my car for a period longer than most marriages last.
Let me begin at the dealership of my onetime front-runner. The salesman (we'll call him Mr. Odd) that previously helped us was at lunch, so another guy (Mr. Cute) was letting my sister and I look over the car when Mr. Odd walked up and threw Mr. Cute a "look" that I wouldn't wish upon my worst enemy. Trying to smooth things over (and inevitably making things worse) I told Mr. Odd that Mr. Cute was super helpful and had been helping us while he had been at lunch. Needless to say, while Mr. Odd kept throwing "the look" at Mr. Cute, my sister and I excused ourselves and left, slightly afraid for Mr. Cute.
However, this next example takes the cake. As my Dad and I were leaving the office of a salesman (we'll call him Mr. Caesar), another salesman (Mr. Brutus...and in all fairness, my Dad knew him, but still...) leaned over and whispered in our ear that if I decided to get the car, to drop Mr. Caesar because, he "could get us a better deal". Now, on the surface that helps me. However, geez, can you imagine having to work next to that guy? I'd be walking around him backwards so I could see exactly what he had in his hands. Wish me luck on my continuing journey of finding a car before July 24th.
Peace!
Let me begin at the dealership of my onetime front-runner. The salesman (we'll call him Mr. Odd) that previously helped us was at lunch, so another guy (Mr. Cute) was letting my sister and I look over the car when Mr. Odd walked up and threw Mr. Cute a "look" that I wouldn't wish upon my worst enemy. Trying to smooth things over (and inevitably making things worse) I told Mr. Odd that Mr. Cute was super helpful and had been helping us while he had been at lunch. Needless to say, while Mr. Odd kept throwing "the look" at Mr. Cute, my sister and I excused ourselves and left, slightly afraid for Mr. Cute.
However, this next example takes the cake. As my Dad and I were leaving the office of a salesman (we'll call him Mr. Caesar), another salesman (Mr. Brutus...and in all fairness, my Dad knew him, but still...) leaned over and whispered in our ear that if I decided to get the car, to drop Mr. Caesar because, he "could get us a better deal". Now, on the surface that helps me. However, geez, can you imagine having to work next to that guy? I'd be walking around him backwards so I could see exactly what he had in his hands. Wish me luck on my continuing journey of finding a car before July 24th.
Peace!
Thursday, July 10, 2008
My New Blog
My new blog...yeah, ok, my very first blog! And, in order to not bore, I will attempt some semblance of humor as I write future passages. Since everyone in V-Town (Victoria, for those of you not on the up) wants to know what I am doing this summer as I begin training at the Emily's List Campaign Corp program in D.C. and start my campaign job via (the amazing, awesome, can you believe they picked me?!) Annie's List (www.annieslist.org), I thought I would create this blog, rather than get nasty e-mails from people saying that my, my.BarackObama page is not to talk about anyone other than Barack!
Hey, but I'm not bitter...So now that I can talk about whatever I like on my very own blog, I will start by saying that my beloved car passed away with a final puff of gray smoke last Monday, July 7, 2008 at 9:05am from old age, heat exhaustion, and a cracked head (seriously, that's what it is called!). After mourning (expletive, You Murphy's Law, expletive YOU! and, you can't see this, but I stopped typing to shake my fist in the air) I have begun my search for a replacement. Now, this new car search is giving the "girl that doesn't get headaches" a migraine. Two reasons...
The first being....MONEY. Luckily, my parents have been super helpful (shout out to the parentals, Travis and Pam!) and will finance and cover the payments until I have an "official", 40-hours a week job. That's the good part, but after I have my "real world" job, I'll have to refinance under my own name, that's where the headache comes in. Secondly, with $4 gas, all the small, economical cars are being swooped up like free pens at a convention booth, enter migraine (yeah, ok, I probably could have thought up a better analogy, but I'm stressing about my car situation, plus, I totally grab as many free pens as I can at the booths, don't lie, you do too). Murphy's Law strikes again!
Peace!
For LL and KB....Freud Out! :)
Hey, but I'm not bitter...So now that I can talk about whatever I like on my very own blog, I will start by saying that my beloved car passed away with a final puff of gray smoke last Monday, July 7, 2008 at 9:05am from old age, heat exhaustion, and a cracked head (seriously, that's what it is called!). After mourning (expletive, You Murphy's Law, expletive YOU! and, you can't see this, but I stopped typing to shake my fist in the air) I have begun my search for a replacement. Now, this new car search is giving the "girl that doesn't get headaches" a migraine. Two reasons...
The first being....MONEY. Luckily, my parents have been super helpful (shout out to the parentals, Travis and Pam!) and will finance and cover the payments until I have an "official", 40-hours a week job. That's the good part, but after I have my "real world" job, I'll have to refinance under my own name, that's where the headache comes in. Secondly, with $4 gas, all the small, economical cars are being swooped up like free pens at a convention booth, enter migraine (yeah, ok, I probably could have thought up a better analogy, but I'm stressing about my car situation, plus, I totally grab as many free pens as I can at the booths, don't lie, you do too). Murphy's Law strikes again!
Peace!
For LL and KB....Freud Out! :)
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
