Oh. Gosh. I'm back.

Updates:
1. I'm still a Student Life Coordinator but their adding "and Director of the Student Center" to the end of that in about a month.
2. Lucy is still a beast. A 38 lb beast with no female parts.
3. Clifton and Diesel live with us.
4. Other stuff.

It's summer time and we were lamenting today on what exactly we do in the summers.  There are no events, no students, no SGA or student orgs, and few (if any) judicials.  What do we do?!?  I'm bored.
I have a to-do list, but it's boring and I don't feel like it.

I'm trying to sell my car.  Luckily, Sandra* said her sister is interested and wants to come look at it this weekend. Hopefully, this won't fall through...like the last one...

Story time:
So, a month ago, when I got serious about wanting to look at cars, I asked around to see if anyone would be interested in buying my car since private owners pay more than dealerships do.  And I found a taker in the form of Eric*'s sister.  She ended up being crazy. CRAZY.
She came by my apartment last weekend to look at the car, but didn't have the money to buy it on site.  We came to a verbal agreement about the purchase of the car and agreed that she could come pick it up the next weekend (or whenever I had all of the details straightened out).  I was able to put together a document for us both to sign (protecting us both in the event the sale didn't happen as we thought it should/would) and called her to meet up over the weekend to sign stuff, exchange money, and hand over the keys. I asked if we could meet Saturday, at which point we could have the documents notarized by banks because we'd both be available (off work) and able to go.  She said that was fine and she'd see me Saturday morning.

Didn't happen.

I waited...for FOREVER. Finally (FINALLY!) at 6:00, I texted her to see what the deal was.

"Yeah... I had to work today. I'm on my way."
 "What time will you be here?"
"About 7..."

7?? 7:00PM?? NO bank is open right now... how can we get this notarized?  AND...I've been waiting ALL DAY on you.

"I'm supposed to be headed to Kennesaw. Can we meet up tomorrow?"
"That's fine."
"What time?"
"AM okay?"
"Yeah. I can meet anytime after 10:00."
"Okay I'll meet you at 10:30."

***Next day***

I get up, finish cleaning out stuff, shower, and I'm ready by 10:25. And guess who doesn't show.
At 10:45, I text her.

"Hey...are you still coming?"
"Yeah. Running a little late but I'll be there in 15."

An hour and a half later....

I get tired of waiting so I send her a text that says, "I have plans and I can't keep waiting.  If and when you have the $$ in cash, I'll sign the title over to you. If you want it after the 22nd, it goes up $300. If you don't want the car after all or can't pay for it, I have another buyer lined up."

She never text back.

Finally, at 12:20 she calls me.  "I'm here!"

Yeah...my text? Nothing? Oh. Okay.

I politely tell her (in so many words) that she's completely unreliable and there's no way on God's beautiful green earth I'm handing my car over to her without payment in full.  Because she's CRAZY. And she gets all defensive.

"Well...things come up.  And I didn't know I'd have to work." A courtesy text or call wouldn't have hurt... "I mean...you had to cancel on my on Friday." No ma'am.  You asked to meet Friday and I said Saturday would be better because of plans I already had. "Well, if that's the way you feel and you have cash, I don't blame you..."
And we hung up.

Whew!
Wait...this isn't over....

5 1/2 hours later...
"Hey. I just got your text.  Thanks for the consideration but I have to say I don't appreciate the tone you used earlier today.  I hope you conduct yourself more professionally at work than you did today."

Excuse me?  EXCUSE ME?

"I'm sorry you were disappointed,  but my tone was not unprofessional.  I'm sorry we couldn't come to a disagreement and you were disappointed in not being able to take car."

Her response: "I have 3 cars so your car is not an issue.  You were just unprofessional.  I don't know if it's a product of where you live or how you were raised, but I'm just used to dealing with a different class of people."

So... people who don't put up with your crap, let you get away with whatever you want, and have ZERO expectations for you?  Definitely a different class.
Megan OUT.

 Needless to say, I didn't type anything back.  She's just looking for a fight. Whatevs.
I'll find someone else who respects my time.

I like that "Megan OUT" thing.  That will now be how I end my blog.

Megan OUT.