Incompetence
- fun to drive;
- fast (I am a boy ok, get over it);
- looks good (no really, it actually does);
- erm, safe (ok, let's move on).
What is annoying me is, I was told that it would be ready today. By the sales guy (who obviously needs it for his monthly target). He said her would call his fleet department and they would tell the leasing company. I know, stay with me here.
So I hadn't heard anything for a few days, and I call the leasing company yesterday. They tell me they don't know anything about it being delivered any time soon, so I politely suggest that they find out.
They do find out (to their credit), and what they find out is that it is somewhere in the country but not ready for delivery. OK, a bit disappointing, but fine.
Until Mr Salesman calls me this morning to tell me that we are looking good for me to pick it up this afternoon. Er, ok. Except that the good old leasing company haven't prepared the documents that they might want me to sign before I like, drive off with their car.
So I make some calls, to the leasing company, who haven't called back, and I am still waiting for Mr Salesman to tell me what the #$%*& is going on. I do in the meantime have to go to meetings, hand back my crappy work car, and then potentially have no transport to get to said meetings for an unknown period of time, along with having to deal with the fallout of not getting to my niece's birthday party on Saturday in Can'tberra unless I can get on a last minute bus or train.
Do you have any idea how hard it is to pretend to work with this going on? My life is just one big trial, isn't it...
Who wants to predict what will happen next?
posted by WJ @ 7/31/2007 10:02:00 am
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37 Comments:
Do all your readers get robbed while they're asleep...
no, only you apparently fingers, you dopey bastard....
And that's coz I'm your only reader, so watch who you're calling a dopey bastard, Numb Nuts...
don't get me wrong fingers, I appreciate your patronage, but aren't you about to tell us about how you found your beloved Merc on bricks?
Back in the day when I was a bright-eyed college student, I thought basically everyone who had a decent job was more or less competent. Since entering the work force, I've come to realize that pretty much everyone is in fact incompetent. It's pretty sad.
Especially since the majority of these losers are getting paid more than me. Fuckers.
On the topic of Volvos, they are safe... and they last for fucking ever. My MiL drove one for like twenty years (until the door that was duct-taped on finally fell off).
At least your one will be shiny & new. Love that new car smell!
; )
it is all fun and games until you get mistaken for a soccer mom.
maybe it is a sign... you should actually get a vehicle that supports testosterone...
Hee Kelly - that was my laugh for the day. Picturing WJ, soccer mom, in his new Volvo.
Um, hello folks - did you look at the picture?
Show me a soccer mum who drives a 2 door turbo hatchback and I will ask you for her number...
Not that I have been hearing any volvo jokes lately, or anything...
she will turn you down... her man probably drives a REAL car...
:-P
haha
kelly, it isn't like I don't appreciate your support either (and I am locking my 'frig' in anticipation), but what exactly would you describe as a 'real car'?
Are you going to say Trans Am, IRoc, maybe? Anything that will pull a trailer?
I drive a Lexus for work and I've only managed to smash it once. Well done me.
As for the Volvo, it's better than Fingers gay little Vespa.
Well done indeed Steph. And I feel a little safer knowing that if you re driving a Lexus, me driving a Volvo is not THAT much worse, really. I know, let me live the lie I tell you...
Plus after your last comment, I think I want to marry you.
Steph only drives a Lexus at work because she's Kerrie Ann Kennerly's chauffeur.
I think you two would be an adorable couple, WJ. I can just see Steph carrying you over the threshold in her big, strong arms some day.
And your little Volvo looks like it might fold up nicely and fit neatly in the boot of Steph's work Lexus...
perhaps Steph's drinking arm is stronger than I thought, but I am not sure that I would wish any WJ carrying on anyone.
I don't think the Volvo would fit in the back with Kerrie-Ann, but your scooter would almost certainly fit on the roof racks...
Fingers, sweetheart, come out of that closet, it's already crammed to overflowing with Alan Jones, Ian Thorpe and Bert Newton.
OK Steph, stop it now. I told you I will marry you already.
No where can I find a cubic zirconia without access to the Shopping Network..?
Well you've already got the family car, so I guess that's the next step.
Bahahaha! Sorry. Couldn't help myself.
don't chuck in your job with Kerrie-Ann just yet though Steph, I haven't paid off the family car yet. All those airbags and crumple zones don't come cheap you know.
Oh, and your brother isn't catering the wedding either, even if he offers...
C'mon, stop it.
You two are killing me.
I can barely reach the keyboard from the floor where I fell laughing.
But seriously, Steph...only a man quietly assured of his masculinity rides a Vespa AND takes pride in people knowing it.
I figure it's the same with you being so confident of your own grace and feminine charm, that you can get away with driving a big, macho Lexus.
And of course WJ drives a Volvo because he's a boring cunt...
No fingers, you can hardly reach the keyboard because you forgot to pump up your chair this morning.
You have a good point though, I am starting to question my whole identity. Perhaps I should have taken a step in a different direction, not only in what I drive but also in my career. And as a postie I could get great tax deductions if I had a scooter like yours...
Become a foreign exchange guru and you could shoulder your tax burden without the need for slimy deductions and still have enough left over to live a full, rich life...
good idea, but all those for-ex gurus are such cunts, aren't they...
OOOH, SOMEONE GET A MEDIC.
I'VE BEEN HIT...
"Hawkeye, report to triage, stat"
"And bring a ballpoint pen so you can do one of those field trachiotomies... fingers is sufficiently assured of his masculinity that he won't need anaesthetic..."
And if laughter really is the best medicine, I'm sure most of your patients will die on the table, Dr Numb Nuts...
NO, laughter isn't the best medicine, we only say that to idiots and forex gurus so they feel healthy.
Medicine is the best medicine, and if you keep talking to me like that, I will get my fellow medicos to get all terrorist on your ass.
Do any of your medical buddies know how to perform this new 'jumper-lead brain stimulation' technique' ??
Any more of these exchanges and I'm going to need a jolt.
Charging...clear...zappo...
It is designed for minimally conscious patients, so that box is ticked.
I will ask around the staff canteen and see if anyone has a set of jumper leads in the boot...
(laughing)
Thanks for the laughs you lot.
Regarding the car, read plenty of reviews from all sources before you purchase.
Y'all are crazy.
*shakes head*
But at least you made me laugh.
Hey fingers, I bet I know a way to jump-start your wizened li'l heart... but I'm married, too bad huh?
; )
ok! First off!
My IROC pulls my trailer just fine, thank you. I even have those balls attached to the hitch in the back. Soooo much bigger than the socks you put down your pants every morning trying to impress Fingers.
Second- Steph will never fill your family car... that would just ruin her beautiful face when people punch her for drinking at the bar with an 8 month big belly. :-) luvs ya steph.
third- WJ and Fingers... how many times do i have to break the two of you up for having lover spats? You should seek couple's therapy. Things will work out just fine once you learn how to express your love better.
next- Fingers... you won't be able to keep that vespa much longer. They don't have room for your walker. Try investing in WJ's mom-mobile... looks like there is plenty of room for storage... you know... for soccer balls and such... ahem!
And finally- WJ I nominated you for an award on my blog... :-) Hope you like it...
SB: Appreciate the offer, your fairytale marriage notwithstanding. How many mint juleps does it take before you start believing you have a magic vagina with healing powers...
Kelly: I don't know what the female equivalent of 'helmet pressure' is...but you really need to get yourself sorted out baby...
Smack, thanks for dropping by. I do tend to check out reviews, I am enough of a carhead that I read the drive section every FRiday from the SMH. I saw the Volvo at the Motor Show and loved it before I even realised who made it...
SB, you want to wake him up, not kill him.
kelly, thanks for the award - you have no idea, do you. And if you keep that up, you never will find out...
but to help you out, the only socks are on my rather large feet, and the only time fingers' Vespa will get near my car is if he needs a tow to break the 60km/h barrier...
fingers - who said anything about vaginas being involved?
; )
Fingers- I am sorry i have no idea what you are talking about
WJ- are you as old as Fingers? Because I dont want to see anything sagging... if you know what I mean...
no kelly, not quite as old as fingers, so no sagging issues. thanks for your concern though.
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