Archive for May, 2008
I’m venting. I try to be a generally nice person, but in this specific instance, I feel the need to vent. I feel the need to vent especially over wealthy, middle-aged men who feel like they are better than everyone else they meet and because of their status, everyone should practically bow down at their feet. Well, I have two words for you. Fuck off. Don’t assume that just because I’m a 1) woman (which for some reason makes some men automatically jump to the immediate conclusion that I was born without a brain in my head) and 2) younger than you, that I’m an idiot. News flash. I’m not. You can try to be as arrogant and pigheaded as you want, but I hate to tell you…you are no better than me. In fact, I’m very positive, that the only way you have made it this far in the world is because you have won by intimidation. Too bad you know me. Because I, for one, am not intimidated. I see you as you are. An asshole. At least I get some satisfaction knowing that at least I’ll have done some good in the world and not have gotten there by being a prick. Put that in your pipe and smoke it…dillweed.
Ah…that felt good. But seriously…I’m so tired of people treating me like I’m a five year old that has lived in a bubble. I’m done with it. Treat me with respect or don’t talk to me. I deserve just as much respect as you assume I should be giving you. In my vent…I’m talking about a current client of the company I work for. I’m sure he doesn’t see himself this way. But he is. And it’s degrading and uncalled for. However, this topic also ties in to my recent trip to the car dealership…please read ahead.
I get it. I pull up and you think you can sell me a car and charge me up the ass for it. Unfortunately…once again…I’m not an idiot. I’ve been researching cars for more than a few months now. And I mean researching. I compare prices, I compare models and makes, I read reviews, and I run reports on VIN numbers multiple times a day. I check for a car at dealerships, I check for a car through a private party, and I’ve been listening to what people around me have to say about cars they have heard about. I am a car dealership’s worst nightmare. Today was no different when I decided to go to my local Honda dealer. I wanted to see what they had to offer as far as used cars, and after being stalked around the parking lot and traded off to another salesman (I’m pretty sure because the first one realized there was no winning with me) who I was trying to get leasing pricing from and then traded off (because I think I scared poor young salesman number 2) to the service manager , who was another one of the previously mentioned middle-aged men I was referring to, I still never got my pricing for a lease. I don’t think they liked how many times I used the words, “no”, “non-negotiable”, “highest payment”, “I’m not taking it for a test drive before you get me pricing”, and “no, I will not fill out your credit app just so you can get me a ballpark figure.” I’m still trying to figure out why I don’t know how much a general price for a lease would be. Oh wait…I do know the answer to that. It’s because I’m a woman, who is young, who some would assume to be a pushover. Too bad Honda…because you’ve lost my business for being annoyingly arrogant and assuming.
Vent complete.