Saturday, February 26, 2005

Subaru or VW?

Well, I've changed the direction of the car search and procurement. D has agreed to help me out, I was to obtain information about purchasing a new car and seeing where I stand, and then go from there. I know that D has a favorable credit history and experience, so it would be nice to resolve my transportation dilemma, and I am in a position where a new car would be the best value at this point in my life. Besides, I've never had a new car. Only crappy jalopies, environmental and safety hazards, or perpetually broken down hunks of metal.

The funny thing about the credit situation, I'm learning, is that my having virtually no credit is worse than having tons of bad credit. I got my free credit report, and the only things that are on it are a mistake by the library for $40.00 that is at a $0 balance because of an error in my favor, and the fact I've been deferring my student loan. I probably can afford to pay my student loan off, although I think it's BS that I have to pay it in the first place. Jesus, if I'd have gotten my degree, I wouldn't be in the money mess I'm in. I'd probably be in a bigger money mess, but I'd have credit. I'd probably have a car and credit cards. I'd probably be complaining about something different.

What a bunch of crap!

Wednesday, February 16, 2005

nightmare auto car dealer

Last night after work I went to one of those "financing specialist" auto lots to see if I qualified for a loan to get a vehicle, and to get an idea of the amount of money I need to make a car purchase happen. It turned into this 2 hour nightmare, and they manipulated me into taking a test drive and dragged the process out as much as possible.

The actual auto office was a weird place itself; there was a hallway of small rooms with 3-4 chairs in it, and a table with a phone on it. That was where the salesman sat and discussed your credit history with you, and filled out the application. While in that room, I noticed there were two air ducts, one air vent and a little stereo speaker playing musak pop hits from the 1980's. I wondered if this was so you couldn't hear the conversation in the next room, or if someone was talking about you.

I had about 4 sales guys come into the room and speak to me throughout this process, and I'd have to reiterate my whole situation again. The the manager would come in and say stuff like "Do you have anything of value you can sell, DVD player, jewelry, something of value?" I didn't trust the manager, he seemed like a real creep, and had gelled his hair to the point of it looking like several small crispy daggers on top of his head, and the exposed scalp that was visible between the hair daggers had a shiny sheen. I would again explain that I wasn't looking to get into a car today, I was looking to get information about how much money I would need so I can pool my resources and see where I financially stand. So he left and another young pimply guy with baggy pants on came in and asked me basically the same questions, and received the same answer.

The primary sales guy helping me was this pimply faced young man, he had to be 25 or younger. He wanted to drive me to my house to get my check book to write a post dated check for a car that I wasn't sure if I wanted, it certainly wasn't what I went in there to get. I kept explaining that I had been up since 5 AM and was really tired and hungry, and just wanted some brief information to go home with and think about, and he started pulling the "the car you want may not be here tomorrow" stuff. I told him I didn't care, that was a chance I was willing to take and wanted to go home. He then sent the dagger hair manager guy in again, who started our conversation by saying "What would it take to get you into a car today?" I was pretty exhausted, and borderline hypoglycemic at that point, and replied "Look, dude, I just want to go home. I don't even want a car anymore." The manager guy looked annoyed, and left. I tried to leave, and was tracked down by the pimply sales guy who insisted that I come back and take his card and make another appointment.

I have to call those a holes and let them know I am not coming by. I am afraid that they have all my personal information, and will call me constantly to solicit their company to me. I think I'll report them to the Better Business Bureau.

Jerks.

Friday, February 11, 2005

reasons i need to stop riding public transportation

I rode into work this morning with the obnoxious bus driver this morning. Sometimes I'd like to kick her teeth down her throat. At least she has a job. I meet many people every day that would be so happy to drive a bus route, let alone clean toilets.

Anyway, here's my list:
  • people that smell like urine or saliva sitting next to me
  • the fear of being pickpocketed
  • stuck in traffic
  • motion sickness
  • getting off the bus and walking to the next stop before the bus gets there
  • people reaking of cigarettes sitting next to me
  • gross people using the fabric covered seats for napkins when they sneeze or snot
  • just missing a transfer and waiting 20 minutes in the rain or freezing weather for the next bus
  • late busses (see previous item)
  • early busses when I'm not at the stop yet (see item 2 back)
  • being a minority on a bus with many angry people
  • high school kids that use public transit
  • a-hole drivers that yell stops, or are just plain rude
  • volitle mental health patients that ride the bus and sit next to or near me
  • psycho creeps that try to pick me up
  • the amount of time it takes traveling by bus
I'm sure I'll be adding more things as I think of them. It can be hell at times...

Thursday, February 10, 2005

bus drivers a.k.a. transit hell

Well, I have been using the transit system to travel to work, and it's been an interesting experience, to say the least. I ride the 14 and the 6 in the morning, picking the 14 line up about 6:25 or so. The bus driver I have been getting lately is the most anti-social, impersonally driver I have encountered in a long time. Maybe I've had worse drivers, but I seem to be consistently riding with this driver, whether I plan it or not.

The annoying thing that she does, is that she won't acknowledge anyone who gets on the bus, any hellos, how are yous, answering questions, she just leans far over to her left, shrouded in heavy jackets and the darkness of predawn.

And that's fine. I'm okay with the fact that some people aren't people people, even if being a bus driver requires a certain amount of customer service. The thing that gets me, though is that she shouts all the upcoming stops. The first time she did this I almost spit my coffee all over the fabric covered seats. In the droning silence, she screams over the intercom "FIFTY SECOND TRANSFER TO SEVENTY TWO" with such attitude, it's almost as if she is angry that she's up that early, or driving the bus, or maybe her supervisor chewed her out for not announcing the stops. Whatever the case may be, she seems to take it out on every passenger that gets on the bus.

I have to ride this leg of my journey for about fifteen or twenty minutes, depending on how many people have to get on and off, and how many red lights we stop for. Sometimes she is late, which makes me late for my connection. As a result, I have to wait an additional 14 minutes for the next bus in the damp and freezing fog.

It could be worse; it could be raining a helluva lot more.