Monday, November 26, 2012

Trade In Value of 2013 Chevy Volt = Who Knows

Who else out there has left a car dealership spitting mad because of a sexist salesman? Apparently, it's impossible to trade in a 2013 vehicle because they're too new. And I couldn't possibly get a value estimate based on a 2012, just to give me an idea of what mine might be. Oh no. That would be crazy!

The email I sent to Chevrolet:

I would like to give feedback on Galles Chevrolet at 1601 Lomas Blvd NE in Albuquerque, NM. When I bought my 2013 Volt last month, I went into the dealership wanting a fully loaded Volt, with heated seats, leather, Bose speakers, navigation, etc. Unfortunately, the only 2 on the lot were base models. When I asked my salesman, Bo Galles, if he could order one for me or have one sent from another dealership, I was told that wasn't something they do and that if I didn't make my purchase right then and there, the offer he'd made me would be withdrawn. Bo Galles also told me that it would hurt me on resale to get leather seats because it's very undesirable in our hot climate, then he showed me on his computer that there were no Volts in the entire state with navigation. He convinced me that it was better to settle for the available Volt because I "was getting such a good deal". I have been regretful of my decision to purchase my base model Volt ever since.  Today, while waiting for my Volt to be serviced, I decided to take advantage of the signs posted throughout the dealership, stating that its easy to get a trade-in estimate, and inquired on the trade-in value of my base model Volt toward a fully loaded Volt. The man I talked to was HORRIBLE! He brushed off my reference to the NADA value, saying NADA is just fake numbers with no real world application. Then, he scoffed at my claim that I was paying about $600 a month, saying it must be over $800, and marched off to look up my details on his computer. He still hadn't shown any interest in trying to get an estimate for me, but instead tried to sell me gap insurance, saying that it was "stupid" that I hadn't purchased it. It felt like the salesman was being condescending and wasn't taking me seriously. Our discussion escalated to the point of almost yelling at each other and I eventually stormed back to the service area to wait for my Volt. One of your nice salesmen, Jesus Castillo, who had witnessed our interaction, immediately came over to see if I was alright. He was very helpful and suggested upgrades I could make to my existing Volt, which I appreciated. I didn't get the name of the rude salesman, but Jesus Castillo will know who I talked to. I also received help from Leonard Garcia, who I had met before, and who is always wonderful to deal with. I hope you will address these issues with your Galles Chevrolet dealership. Thank you.

There are two messages from the "Chevy Volt Advisory Committee" on my phone.

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Not Ready for Thanksgiving! Not Ready! Not Ready!

Sexy Nerd and I are so super smart. You see, with a mere 1 weekend to go before our house guests arrive for Thanksgiving, we had the genius idea to completely redo our upstairs flooring.

Super smart!

Now, with less than 24 hours before our company arrives, here is guest bedroom #1:

You don't even want to see guest bedroom #2!

What's that, you say? At least the new flooring is done? Ha!

Sexy Nerd worked to a certain point, then decided to pile the already cut up/mangled/destroyed old carpet back onto the floor in several, duct-taped layers. I wish I were joking.

Oh, and that damn green dolly has made its way back into the house. It's just going to sit in our loft, being a jerk, until I move it back into the garage. That's how the green dolly is. Very inconsiderate!

Sexy Nerd put cardboard underneath his carpet layers.
I don't know why.

Speaking of jerks, check out what happened to the old carpet padding that was waiting to be loaded into Sexy Nerd's truck:
From now on, I'm calling Pica a Jerk Russell.

She's trying to look all cute and sorry for what she did, but all the while she's plotting a way to get herself more of the apparently delicious carpet padding.

The point of this post, however, has nothing at all to do with flooring or guests or Pica dogs. I'm not sure what even gave you that idea. And not to worry, Sexy Nerd's parents, brother, sister-in-law, and our little baby niece will probably have a comfy enough place to stay for the next 3 nights. I'm totally planning a mad cleaning frenzy for after this blog post is completed.
This post is about the highlight of my week, which was the best chocolate pie ever.

Okay, it's possible that I may have gotten slightly off topic with everything written before this. Try to stick with me though.

Behold - the pie! (and cue impressed sounds from the audience)



Isn't that the most ridiculously insane pie you've ever seen? A dentist in town dropped it off at my office and we divvied it up. I've been tempted to ask for the recipe, but Sexy Nerd and I are planning to begin a TTC diet in April and there's no way I would be able to stick to it if I knew how to make this. Heck, if I knew now, I would have made this chocolate pie at least twice just while writing this blog post.

Okay, now I really should get going. Those guest rooms aren't going to clean themselves. Though, if I ignore the mess long enough, maybe Sexy Nerd will take care of it on his own. The guests are his family, after all.

And, yes, I did just let the cat the Jerk Russell (love that!) out of the bag just now by mentioning our TTC plans. It's all part of being an evil genius. This Thanksgiving, we'll see how many of our friends and family members actually read my blog like they say. Muah ha ha!

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

YOGA - Attempt 1

On Halloween, I attended my 1st yoga class ever, which was part of a 30 class Groupon. Okay, my 1st 'any sort of exercise' class ever. It kicked my butt!

I'm not sure who Sharon Gannon is, but her quote doesn't apply to me.

At all.

While I'd love to discredit the entire experience as being a little too hippy dippy - the instructor was a man wearing pink bunny ears, we spent a great deal of time playing with a ball of electric energy we'd created between our hands, and the experience ended with a "sharing circle" and a hug - it was a much harder workout than I'd been expecting. I must have been the youngest person there by at least a couple decades, but geez, those little old yoga ladies are limber!

With the lights dimmed and soft music playing, we laid on the floor and raised our legs in some sort of relaxing breathing exercise. Simple, right? I could not get my legs to stop shaking! The instructor came over and lowered my legs below the level of the other students, saying that would be easier for me. Then he lowered my still twitchy legs more. Finally, he said I could just lie flat on the floor.

Next, all the little old yoga ladies reached out to hold their still elevated ankles. I tried and barely made it to my knees!

And the next day? EVERYWHERE HURT! I even skipped my annual post-Halloween hunt for free pumpkins and discount Halloween candy.

Just 29 classes to go.

Oh, and I never did get the 'electrical energy between my hands' thing. That 10 minutes was spent glancing around the room and copying the hand motions of my classmates. Like a boss!

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Best Halloween Costume Ever

Until 6th grade, I was a cat every year. I finally switched things up when I saw a picnic table costume in an American Girl magazine. That's right. For Halloween, I went trick-or-treating as a picnic table, complete with paper plates and baggies of chips hot glued on.

Wanting to outdo myself, the next year I was a mama cat trying to sell her babies. Sure, it sounds horrible now, but I remember it looking so cute in that 1997 American Girl magazine.

I'm pleased to declare that 2012 was the year of my Best Costume Ever! Unbeknownst to her ahead of time, I went as my Halloween-loving coworker, Marie, complete with blond wig and her stolen name tag. It must have been meant to be, because she came in wearing the exact same pair of Halloween socks, purely by coincidence!

Now I just need to figure out a way to top this next year. And don't get any funny ideas, Marie. I'll be taking my name tag home with me before Halloween, 2013!
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