Archive | September, 2006

Beware of High Heels!

30 Sep

There is a sign in the stairwell of my old office building that says “Beware of high heels in the stairway!”, and it has an image of a high heel shoe with lines around it making it look very hazardous.

I wish I had taken a picture of it. Anyway, that just made me chuckle every time I walked past it. Afterall, high heels truly are evil and hazardous, especially in the workplace and in stairwells.

Price, Why Do You Need a Price?!

30 Sep

Just back from 4 lovely hours of car shopping. I hate car salesmen so much right now I cannot even see straight.

You see, it seems that the real price of new cars in this town is a closely guarded secret. We called Reno Toyota asking for a price on a RAV4, and they said they don’t give prices over the phone. So we had to come into the dealership. We did so today, and asked for a price. They then told us to go on a test drive.

Which we did, and then we asked for a price. The salesman disappeared for like 20 minutes, then came back asking for our drivers licenses so that he could run our credit report and start the paperwork. He seemed shocked that we needed a price BEFORE we’d agree to buy the vehicle.

We repeatedly asked for a price, and were finally told that only one person could give us a price, and he was with another customer. By this time we had been at the dealership for two hours. We then asked if they could call us with the price, and were told TWICE that they would call us today with a price.

And they didn’t.

At the Reno Honda store, we didn’t have much better luck. We test drove a car, and then asked for a price. This time, we were told the MSRP, and then told a price that we totally thought we could live with. The man then disappeared for a good 30 minutes under the guise of checking available inventory for what we wanted. At this point, I had Baby On The Edge. I was doing everything in my power to keep her from having a melt down.

When the man came back, I thought we were going to start drafting the paperwork, but instead another man approaches and asks, “where did you get that price?”

At this point, I unleashed my wrath on them. “We have been waiting almost an hour with a cranky baby for your price, and you still haven’t given it to us. Do you know how hard it is to keep her from having a meltdown while you’re just wasting our time?!”

That interaction left with us storming out with a screaming baby and two salesmen following us out trying to win us back.

And now it’s plainly obvious to us that we must go outside the city limits in order to buy a Honda or a Toyota, as the dealers here have such a trapped market that they treat you like crap.

Tomorrow we’re driving to Carson City to meet with a guy who promised he could “come close” to the price we want to pay. If he starts doing this price dance with me tomorrow, I’m afraid I just might go postal.

I used to work for an auto manufacturer. I have spent a lot of time in GM dealerships, and NEVER saw customers being treated this poorly, and never saw them treating the actual price of a vehicle like a closely guarded secret. Granted the demand on GM vehicles may not be as high, but still, this is absolutely insane.

Trick or Treat

29 Sep

What’s up with the pomp and circumstance around Halloween? Starting about a month ago, people at Little Miss’s daycare started asking me what she was going to be for Halloween.

Cripes, I don’t know. I hadn’t really planned on dressing up my 8 month old. She can’t eat candy anyways.

But I’m starting to discover that once you’re a parent, even if you kid doesn’t have the foggiest clue what Halloween is, it is REALLY IMPORTANT. It is something to plan for and to talk about for MONTHS in advance.

So, I caved in. I called up a friend and asked to borrow her daughter’s costume from last Halloween. So, if she can find it, I guess Little Miss is going to be a bird for Halloween. If not, perhaps she’ll go as Redneck Baby. Afterall, I’m not so into Halloween that I’d actually bother spending money on a costume!

Little Miss Hits The Bar

28 Sep

Here’s the quandry… It’s a new job, and you want to fit in with your coworkers. You get invited to happy hour, but have to pick up the baby by 6:00. What to do?

Take her to happy hour with you!

I really debated about this, but it was a family friendly establishment, and I figured, what is the harm if I bring her along?

And she was a hit! Little Miss’s first happy hour was a big success, complete with her first taste of pizza and winning the hearts of the men I work with. Gotta keep an eye on that one…

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Little MIss Hits The Bar

28 Sep

Here’s the quandry… It’s a new job, and you want to fit in with your coworkers. You get invited to happy hour, but have to pick up the baby by 6:00. What to do?

Take her to happy hour with you!

I really debated about this, but it was a family friendly establishment, and I figured, what is the harm if I bring her along?

And she was a hit! Little Miss’s first happy hour was a big success, complete with her first taste of pizza and winning the hearts of the men I work with. Gotta keep an eye on that one…

100 Best Companies for Working Mothers

27 Sep

I’m proud to say that I am now working for one of the 100 Best Companies for Working Mothers. I was really glad to see my company on that list. If you have to be a working mom, it helps to be working for a company that is supportive of your dual careers (the day job and Mommyhood).

Things are going well at work. I’m finding the entire atmosphere refreshing, and my brain is finally stimulated again. I work with REALLY smart people, which makes it all the more interesting.

I’m sorry I haven’t had much to say this week… Not much going on besides work and hanging out with Little Miss. Next week I have my first business trip since Little Miss was born. It will be three long days of meetings. In one way, I’m looking forward to the change of scenery, but also know I’ll miss my baby so very much.

Complete Injustice

24 Sep

Each weekend, JB and I take turns sleeping in. Yesterday was my day.

Little Miss slept until 8am. I woke up at 8:30.

Today was my day to wake up with her so that JB could sleep in. Of course, she was up at 6.

It is totally unfair! I have been up 3.5 hours, and JB is still sawing logs. THE INJUSTICE!

And did I mention she’s cutting a tooth? That’s right — I caught glimpse of and felt her very first pearly white. My little girl is growing up so fast.

And growing tall — I just switched her wardrobe to 12 month sizes this morning. She’s only 7 months old!