I cannot believe it is Monday already. The weekend just flew by. And I didn’t even relax!
Saturday was craziness personified. I had about 5 private cars to view. Of course, I took R along with me…someone had to drive me! Two friends also agreed to help out from home doing a REVS check…which basically involves checking online whether the car is appropriately registered or has any finance owing on it or any other non-mechanical problems.
The first car I saw looked great. A 2005 Toyota Echo sedan. Golden coloured. Clean. Engine looked great. The owner showed me a picture of the front bumper having been banged into but fixed. And so, I call up my friend C with details for the REVS check. And I find out: it was a repairable write-off. One car down.
Second car didn’t look great. Had rust on it. Didn’t bother test driving. Third car looked fine. It drove okay. There were a couple of things questionable: there seemed to be oil on the engine which the owners said was to make it look nice. I thought I would get it if everything checked out. Called N, another friend. She checked it out and get this: Strike out. Another repairable write-off!
R and I had lunch and then R had to vote. Yes, add voting on the list of things to do for the day. While driving back for me to vote, I called up the next person whose car I was going to see and asked for the details for a REVS check thinking it would make more sense checking this before I spent time looking at the car. Sent the details to N. And yet another repairable write-off. By then, I’d had it. I was stressing out.
I voted next. For Gillard, in case you were wondering. [Felt great to be voting the first time ever!]
Then decided I was going to scratch out the private sales and just go to a dealership. Finally did. And found a car. A 2001 Holden Astra CD. Silver colour. And while I’m not sure about the mechanical aspects, at least I was sure it wasn’t a repairable write-off!!! It drove well. So I put a deposit on it.
Got home and pretty much zonked out in front of the telly for a night of politics. Which only made my mood plummet. Not happy that Mr. Rabbit might just become PM. My worst nightmare! A sexist, conservative, right-wing, homophobic PM. George Bush, anyone?
Then Sunday, instead of lounging around at home, I had to go out for a friend’s birthday celebration. To High Tea. It was my first High Tea experience and I must say, I reckon it’s a pretentious crock of shit. I enjoyed the company of my friends and the food was okay but so not worth the price. Forgive me if I like my food cheap and wholesome as against expensive and just finger food. And it doesn’t help that I’m not a girly-girl unlike my friends to enjoy something ‘posh’ like this. The things I do for friendship! 🙂
As much as I love my friends, hanging out with them can make me feel insecure. Financially, I mean. My friends either live at home or those who are married have their husbands paying expenses. I’m the only one from this group of friends who lives on my own, so to speak. And therefore, the one that has to watch her finances like a hawk. So I have to sometimes sit through chats about holidays and travelling to Europe and the like and remind myself of all what I have. I am not miserable with my life. I love it. I love what I have. But it’s hard to sometimes sit through talk about spending money without thinking.
After that hectic week and weekend, I was in bed by 8:30. And fast asleep. Till 6 this morning.
I’m looking forward to Friday. I have a rostered day off. And boy, do I need one!
Until next time,