Impulse Buy?
I got a wake up call yesterday... at 4:30 in the morning. I jumped up when I heard the phone ring and poor Indy nearly fell out of bed. I knew who it was, one of my wonderful wonderful siblings. Was this payback for me calling them at 3:00 in the morning on my birthday? No. Whenever they called it was because they needed something and they forgot about the time difference.
I picked up the phone and heard my oldest brother Mike on the other end of the line. He was calling from Boston which meant it was 7:30 where he was. "Hey Runt, I need to go to L.A. for a few days to see a potential witness on a case I have so I'm going to be staying at your place. I'll be there on Tuesday." End of conversation.
I was confused and then a million things went through my mind all at once. First of all, how did he get the number to my apartment. I hadn't talked to him (my birthday doesn't count) in a while and as far as I knew, he had no idea where I was living. This means that he had talked to my parents and they had given him my number and my address. The more I thought about the more I got pist. I haven't talked to my parents since they left. Non of my family members have answered my calls or returned my messages. I know exactly what they think when they see my number on their caller ID "Oh, it's only Tina, I don't need to answer". The only reason my 3:00 in the morning birthday phone call thing worked was because I bocked my number when I called.
Then I started thinking about the last time I went to visit him. It was my niece's first communion and my sister-in-law asked me to get there a few days early so I could alter my niece's dress. I got there, and when night time came, my brother asked me where I was staying because he wanted his privacy and there was no way I was going to stay with them. I had no choice but to check into the Boston Park Plaza Hotel payed about $250 a night.
Now he's coming on Tuesday and he's staying at my place. What the fuck? I felt like calling back and telling him to stay at a hotel because there was no way his formally coked out ass would stay at my place. I figured I might as well be the bigger person and just let him stay. What's a few days right? At least we were moving into our new apartment and we were going to have an extra room. (By the way we ended up getting an even bigger upgrade because of a slight misunderstanding and we're getting a two bedroom, two bathroom, two story loft upstairs for the same price that we agreed for the other one. Awesome right?)
Even though I tried to let it go, I was still pretty pist. It started getting to my head a little and then I realized I really needed to get my car before I spent the money. What to get, what to get? All of a sudden, I knew what I was going to get. I sprung out of bed and Indy almost fell out of bed again because he was falling back to sleep and I scared him. I went straight to the living room and started doing numbers. I was determined to get this car, but only if I had enough money to pay for it all at once. I'll never amount to anything? I was determined to prove my brother wrong.
Indy came out and made coffee because he couldn't get back to sleep and he was wondering what I was doing up. I explained that I was trying to figure out if I had enough money to pay for the car I wanted. His mouth fell open when I told him what I was getting. At first he thought that I had lost it because I hadn't had coffee yet. When he saw that I was serious and that I was doing numbers, he sat down and went over it with me. With the money I got from the insurance for the car, the money from the city because the bus smashed my car, and the ,money I had made from this year's prom dress season, I had just about enough to pay for it all at once. I still needed to get paid for the two prom dresses I had just finished and that lone was enough to pay for my half of the rent and more.
Indy asked why I had all of a sudden taken such a strong interest in this car and I explained that it had been my brother's dream car. When it was time for him to start driving, my parents told him they would get him any car he wanted as long as he got his license first. He kept trying to get his license but he couldn't. He failed over and over and over again. He eventually gave up. By the time he got his license, his girlfriend (who's now his wife) was pregnant, so a family car was more appropriate. He never managed to get his dream car because he's always been horrible with money and isn't very responsible. Which is exactly why I'm getting the dream car he always wanted just in time for him to come see it.
I've been busting my butt trying to save money so I can completely pay off my student loan all at once when I graduate. If I keep working hard at the restaurant and keep making clothes, I'm gonna have more than enough money to pay it all off in a few months. So what's the harm in spending some of the money on something I need, like a really nice car that's going to make my brother really jealous and hopefully make him reconsider what he thinks about me.
After carefully and completely going over all the numbers, I made breakfast and started to get ready. I called my friend and told her to come pick me up so that I wouldn't have to leave the rental car at the car dealership when I bought the new car. She thought I was joking around when i told her what car I was getting, but quickly realized I serious when I wasn't laughing.
We went to the dealership and I asked to test drive the car I wanted. The moment I pushed the start button (it has a keyless staring system) and the little turn dial thingy popped up into my hand so I could put it into drive, I knew it was the car for me. At first, I was going to get the simplest form of the car, but the more features I found out about, the more of them I wanted. The rear parking camera was certainly useful and so was the blind spot monitoring system. Was the heated steering wheel really necessary? Absolutely. I hate freezing my hands on the steering wheel during the winter. The heated and air conditioned seats were not negotiable for me. Burning/Freezing my ass on leather seats was not going to happen. I had to take care of my precious rump.
The guy ended up convincing me that it was better to get the Supercharged version of the car because I was getting all the features anyway so I might as well get a better engine. He tried selling it to me at ticket price and I told him to forget it because if he thought I was a dumb blonde then he wasn't going to be my salesperson. After a lot of negotiation and me almost walking away a few times, I managed to get a lower price. I signed the contract to ensure he wouldn't raise the price when I went to go get the cashiers check (apparently it was too much money for a regular check) and when I came back, my car was waiting for me.
So what did I get?
A 2008 Jaguar XF 4.2 V8 Supercharged
Take that big brother! I got a Jag and you never got one! Ha!
I can't wait to see his face when I pick him up in it. (Yes, I'm gonna be nice and pick him at the airport).
I love my new car. It's a shiny black (midnight is the exact color) and the interior is charcoal.
Did I make an impulse buy?
Maybe. But here was my thought process:
The expression on my brother's face when he sees it is going to be worth it.
I picked up the phone and heard my oldest brother Mike on the other end of the line. He was calling from Boston which meant it was 7:30 where he was. "Hey Runt, I need to go to L.A. for a few days to see a potential witness on a case I have so I'm going to be staying at your place. I'll be there on Tuesday." End of conversation.
I was confused and then a million things went through my mind all at once. First of all, how did he get the number to my apartment. I hadn't talked to him (my birthday doesn't count) in a while and as far as I knew, he had no idea where I was living. This means that he had talked to my parents and they had given him my number and my address. The more I thought about the more I got pist. I haven't talked to my parents since they left. Non of my family members have answered my calls or returned my messages. I know exactly what they think when they see my number on their caller ID "Oh, it's only Tina, I don't need to answer". The only reason my 3:00 in the morning birthday phone call thing worked was because I bocked my number when I called.
Then I started thinking about the last time I went to visit him. It was my niece's first communion and my sister-in-law asked me to get there a few days early so I could alter my niece's dress. I got there, and when night time came, my brother asked me where I was staying because he wanted his privacy and there was no way I was going to stay with them. I had no choice but to check into the Boston Park Plaza Hotel payed about $250 a night.
Now he's coming on Tuesday and he's staying at my place. What the fuck? I felt like calling back and telling him to stay at a hotel because there was no way his formally coked out ass would stay at my place. I figured I might as well be the bigger person and just let him stay. What's a few days right? At least we were moving into our new apartment and we were going to have an extra room. (By the way we ended up getting an even bigger upgrade because of a slight misunderstanding and we're getting a two bedroom, two bathroom, two story loft upstairs for the same price that we agreed for the other one. Awesome right?)
Even though I tried to let it go, I was still pretty pist. It started getting to my head a little and then I realized I really needed to get my car before I spent the money. What to get, what to get? All of a sudden, I knew what I was going to get. I sprung out of bed and Indy almost fell out of bed again because he was falling back to sleep and I scared him. I went straight to the living room and started doing numbers. I was determined to get this car, but only if I had enough money to pay for it all at once. I'll never amount to anything? I was determined to prove my brother wrong.
Indy came out and made coffee because he couldn't get back to sleep and he was wondering what I was doing up. I explained that I was trying to figure out if I had enough money to pay for the car I wanted. His mouth fell open when I told him what I was getting. At first he thought that I had lost it because I hadn't had coffee yet. When he saw that I was serious and that I was doing numbers, he sat down and went over it with me. With the money I got from the insurance for the car, the money from the city because the bus smashed my car, and the ,money I had made from this year's prom dress season, I had just about enough to pay for it all at once. I still needed to get paid for the two prom dresses I had just finished and that lone was enough to pay for my half of the rent and more.
Indy asked why I had all of a sudden taken such a strong interest in this car and I explained that it had been my brother's dream car. When it was time for him to start driving, my parents told him they would get him any car he wanted as long as he got his license first. He kept trying to get his license but he couldn't. He failed over and over and over again. He eventually gave up. By the time he got his license, his girlfriend (who's now his wife) was pregnant, so a family car was more appropriate. He never managed to get his dream car because he's always been horrible with money and isn't very responsible. Which is exactly why I'm getting the dream car he always wanted just in time for him to come see it.
I've been busting my butt trying to save money so I can completely pay off my student loan all at once when I graduate. If I keep working hard at the restaurant and keep making clothes, I'm gonna have more than enough money to pay it all off in a few months. So what's the harm in spending some of the money on something I need, like a really nice car that's going to make my brother really jealous and hopefully make him reconsider what he thinks about me.
After carefully and completely going over all the numbers, I made breakfast and started to get ready. I called my friend and told her to come pick me up so that I wouldn't have to leave the rental car at the car dealership when I bought the new car. She thought I was joking around when i told her what car I was getting, but quickly realized I serious when I wasn't laughing.
We went to the dealership and I asked to test drive the car I wanted. The moment I pushed the start button (it has a keyless staring system) and the little turn dial thingy popped up into my hand so I could put it into drive, I knew it was the car for me. At first, I was going to get the simplest form of the car, but the more features I found out about, the more of them I wanted. The rear parking camera was certainly useful and so was the blind spot monitoring system. Was the heated steering wheel really necessary? Absolutely. I hate freezing my hands on the steering wheel during the winter. The heated and air conditioned seats were not negotiable for me. Burning/Freezing my ass on leather seats was not going to happen. I had to take care of my precious rump.
The guy ended up convincing me that it was better to get the Supercharged version of the car because I was getting all the features anyway so I might as well get a better engine. He tried selling it to me at ticket price and I told him to forget it because if he thought I was a dumb blonde then he wasn't going to be my salesperson. After a lot of negotiation and me almost walking away a few times, I managed to get a lower price. I signed the contract to ensure he wouldn't raise the price when I went to go get the cashiers check (apparently it was too much money for a regular check) and when I came back, my car was waiting for me.
So what did I get?
A 2008 Jaguar XF 4.2 V8 Supercharged
Take that big brother! I got a Jag and you never got one! Ha!
I can't wait to see his face when I pick him up in it. (Yes, I'm gonna be nice and pick him at the airport).
I love my new car. It's a shiny black (midnight is the exact color) and the interior is charcoal.
Did I make an impulse buy?
Maybe. But here was my thought process:
- I need a new car.
- I need to look hot in it.
- My brother is coming from Boston.
- My brother always wanted a Jag.
- My brother doesn't have a Jag.
- I could get a Jag.
- I would look hot in a Jag.
- If I pulled up in a Jag to a client's house they would think "Wow. Tina looks hot. If she makes my clothes, I'll look hot too."
- A Jag could be good for business.
- Indy would think I looked hot in a Jag too.
- My brother would be really jealous if I got a Jag.
- I want a Jag.
The expression on my brother's face when he sees it is going to be worth it.
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Congratulations! Cool car.
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