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I am not going to be able to write about one of the worst nights of my life for a while and that’s just the way that is… In the midst of dealing with all of this crap today I had to stop for a pop. And what to my wandering eyes should appear but the new reigning Enormous Cup King.

I filled it up and took it to the front no matter what the cost. The guy told me good news that the 64 ounce cups were on sale for $3.99. I wasn’t going to correct his miscalculation cause I just wanted to get out of there.

You probably can’t read it but it says 100oz! It is awesome in stature and makes my hand look tiny like that Burger King small hands guy. This is no every day tankard but I had to have it. The little things help me more than any other.

I consider myself hard to freak out but finding my Father in Law dead in his home last night has done the trick. I’ll get back when I can.

Now there’s a sentence you don’t hear every day unless you work in some kind of feline circus environment and even then I think the tutu is old news in the animal costuming world. The wife needed a new phone so we were transferring her crap from one to the other at the store when the clerk asked that question about her background. I am not in control of what they do with the technology once I place it in their hands. Strike that last sentence as it only applies to my wife. Everyone else that I provide technology for lives under a strict and oppressive dictatorship. Violations equal destruction.

Anyway enough about that, I got my hands on some Quisp today. Or should I say hand as the box is a lot smaller than I remember. There is a store not too far from me that sells regional stuff from around the country that is not still on regular supermarket shelves. They specialize in crap from my particular youth and I think I was told that I went to High School with the owner. Anyway, the place is called America’s Market and if the have a website I will link to it. (ok I probably should have just linked the whole sentence but I got carried away for a second and it seems like the site could use as much help as possible)

I am going to try and hold out until the weekend but we shall see if that’s possible. That picture turned out like ass but I already put it in the post so let’s try again.

Not much better front and back shots. I resisted the temptation to buy Space Food Sticks because they seemed harder than normal (that’s what she said) but I did manage to buy some salad dressing that one of my college friends obsessed over and would get in care packages from his mom. I picked this stuff up just because it triggered a bunch of flashback memories.

The guy at the store looked at me funny when I blurted out NO WAY, DOT LYNCH! I must send my friend the picture in case he no longer gets regular shipments from Omaha.

I am coming out of the gates a caffeine fuelled full on pain in the nuts to my enemies. No more pussy footing (I really hope that has something to do with the delicate way that cats walk rather than the horrifying slang female anatomy reference alternative) around the fact that I do in fact (fact fact no trade backs) have enemies at my current place of employ. I have spent about an hour and a half today crafting my first offensive shot of what should turn out to be a long and dirty battle.

It is a sad state of affairs when the people at a large company have to spend more time worrying about office politics than actually getting work done. I have tried to ignore as much of this crap as I could but now the attacks are direct and putting my employment in jeopardy. I need to make a change but now is not the best time. I have begun looking just in case the choice will not be my own to make but I need to do as much as possible on my own terms. There will be no more whining about work for a long while even though I am on the front end of the double the work for no more money extravaganza that I have been looking forward too for a while now.

I left work a little early yesterday but I didn’t feel guilty because I’ve been doing a lot of night and weekend work in an effort to save my job. I grabbed my eldest daughter and we headed to Niles to buy a car from the Costco Auto Program. We were supposed to go down there, get a printout of the vehicle that we picked online that we were told they had in stock. They would look at the trade, a deal would be struck and we would write a check and drive off with the new car. That was not how things went down.

After the first hour of waiting the car was out in front of the dealership running and we had looked at it and said that it was indeed the one we wanted. I’m going to cut some things for the sake of time but after another hour we were six hundred dollars apart and they were offering us a whopping hundred dollars for our trade. We left when Katie could no longer take me getting shitty with the sales guys. I had two names at this dealership as well that could assure me the best price but both were unavailable and didn’t return my calls earlier in the week. Thanks for nothing Costco.

Just so you know this process has been going on for a month now so there is no sense of urgency on my end. Her other car has been in the shop for the last two weeks and was just recently released with a relatively clean bill of health. We established our price point, test-drove a bunch of things within those parameters, and decided on this car as the best fit. Both literally and figuratively. I dropped Katie off at home because she didn’t have any more in her but I was in a foul mood and ready for round two.

The dealership closest to the house is where we first drove a Cube and our sales guy was very nice but couldn’t help us with the color and trim level we wanted. (I know, but its her first new car and for all I know the last one for a long while so she should be happy and not have to settle) When I walked in he greeted me immediately and apologized for not getting back to me but the red ones in the base models were hard to find. OK at least he remembered our conversation from two weeks ago.

Long boring car shopping story short –ish after another two hours of fun we came to a deal on a brand new 2009 with way more options than we wanted but two thousand dollars cheaper than the supposed Costco program. This was all I was asking for the last few weeks. If we were going to buy an 09 it had better be loaded and a deal I could feel good about. Done and done.

It looks a little like Sid & Marty Krofft went out partying with Dr. Seuss and someone had the awesome idea to build a car.

It is so small on the outside but inside it seems huge. I called it the Tardis when I first sat in it but quickly reeled in my aged geek as both the sales dude and my daughter looked at me with tilted heads.

So now she has a car that she likes and I don’t have to worry about any more calls that she’s stranded with a dead battery. One less thing.