1/8/09

I really don’t have anything to say today. John had to work late so we didn’t go to the shop after all. Pat and I discussed shoosting or going to the shop but I didn’t have my guns with me and we didn’t really have anything we needed to do at the shop either. I wound up wasting the evening in front of the TV making one of those face-thingy pages. I'm not going to be a tween-age girl and tell y'all where it is just so you can look me up though. Besides, I'm not sure how to do it anyway. I'm a quasi-Luddite, remember? So, what can I talk about today? Mom got me some books about Loti (plural of Lotus) for Christmas. I've been reading the one called “Lotus Seven and the Independents.” I think I'm going to stand by my assessment that the Lotus Seven is more copied than even the Shelby Cobra, worldwide. Take that Carroll Shelby! You know, I used to respect for that man but he’s become such a litigious tool recently that, well, I think he's a tool. I'm not going to go off on an anti-Shelby rant though. You know, there are things I really ought to be doing here at work rather than talking to y'all. I guess I'll go do what I'm actually being paid to do, much as it pains me. Perhaps I'll think of something to tell y'all later. Ok, I'm back. I decided to go ahead and sort through the old e-mail printouts yet again to match them up with the unpaid invoices. This time I decided that my system, several big assed stacks of printouts, wasn’t working for me. I cleared out a drawer for hanging files and divided the seven years I've been here into quarters. I started with 2001, duh, and began sorting the printouts into the files. I realized I was going to have more than the drawer would hold at Q3 2004. I began to look around for another option. I found another file drawer across the office and cleared it out. It now holds Q2 2001 (since that was when I started collecting these printouts) through Q4 2006 crammed in nice and tight. The original drawer has 2006 through 2008. It ought to make life a little easier next time the invoices get screwed up. While I was working on that, John texted to say that he stopped at the Dodge dealer in Irving, the one I'm assuming Gregg’s buddy works for. He said that of the five 2008 Ram trucks on the lot, five of them were decked out four door extended cab automatics. So, I guess that’s why I never heard back from Gregg. I'm actually a little relieved because I really like Ms. Clio! I didn’t want to trade her in but was willing to in order to save a little cash. Of course if the new arrangements at the shop pan out, I'll be sitting pretty again. Perhaps I won’t need to sell Barbecue Bob after all. It might annoy John, but the car I really ought to offer up for sale is the 1200 we keep passing back and forth! It won’t bring Barbecue Bob money, but a little bit couldn’t hurt. Not to mention it would get it off my plate and free up another parking spot at the shop. Don’t worry, I probably won’t do it. Of course if I do decide to do it John will probably be the one selling it. He has much better luck with that sort of thing than I do. Well, I think I've wasted enough of your time for today. I'm going to call it a rant and go home.