The New KevMobile

April 28, 2009

So the new wheels are sweet. An updated version of what I was driving.

New KevMobile

New KevMobile

So, I’m enjoying the new car smell. And the best part, is that I feel totally bad when I start the car, because my new key/clicker is combined, and flips out like a switch blade. So it feels like I’m jacking my own car every time I get behind the wheel.


Own It

April 26, 2009

I hate this feeling. I went to lease a new car, and found out my credit score went down, thanks to a stupid fiasco with my student loan. As much as I want to play it off like it wasn’t my fault, I was busy and got lazy and let the thing lapse for a while. Now my new car lease costs $85 more than the last one. And it’s demoralizing.

The main reason I’m ticked at myself isn’t the money. I can make that work. It’s more that I think I felt “embarrassment.” Like, an irrational need to explain what happened.

I had told those people that I wanted a car from them, and I had what I was willing to pay, and I wasn’t going to accept something on their terms and that I was doing them a favor by giving them my business again. I said I respected them because they treated me like a human being and I walked out of multiple car places because they were a-hole sales people, and that’s not how I operated. I got them down $30 a month from their initial terms.

And then their finance guy drops the credit score on me. And it was slightly embarrassing. I think.

I feel embarrassed about something so infrequently that I’m not exactly sure when I am feeling it, or even if I have at all (or even how to spell it, thanks spell-check!). I’ve always felt like I was above embarrassment. To me, I think embarrassment is kind of weakness. As I understand it, when you do something “embarrassing,” you basically feel shame or want to hide from it.¬† That’s not me at all.

I hate this feeling, mostly because it’s frustration at myself for being stupid (like when you lock yourself out of your house, for example).

I believe than when you screw up, you own it. When I do something stupid, I say “yeah, I did something stupid… because I felt like it at the time.” My general response to moments I should be “embarrassed” about is “F-it, and F-you, I’m not going to be embarrassed about it.”

This one is really tough, because it’s actually affecting me. Most things, like, saying something stupid when I’ve been drinking, for example, I just shrug and say “yeah, so what?” but the “so what?” to this one is “Enjoy your higher car payments.” And I have no one to blame but me.

Its tougher to own, because I’m driving the exact same car as before, but paying way more for it. And I don’t know if I’m going to think about it every single time I get into the stupid thing.

So yeah, I screwed up. And this is my price to pay. Screw it. I can afford it. I’m now going to be cognicent of my credit score, and do my best to absolutely dominate my finances in the next 36 months. What else can I do besides that, and crank my stereo in my sweet new car?


Don’t Judge Me

March 31, 2009

I had my car inspected by the lease holder today; basically to determine how well I took care of the car. And it’s a horrendous experience.

First off, consider the social skills of a guy who’s job it is to look for tiny dents in vehicles all day. He looked , about like you would expect him to look: Kind of like Mario from Super Mario Brothers. Although carrying a clipboard and incapable of jumping.

Due to the lack of social skills, they offer no feedback what so ever. Just look, jot, take a picture, jot some more, all the way around the car and then inside.

OFFER ME SOMETHING HERE! Say “Damn, that’s going to cost you” or “wow, you’re trunk’s surprisingly clean!” something. Anything.

Basically you can sense them critiquing you as a person while doing their silent inspection. And there’s no way to defend yourself. It’s not like the dentist’s office, where you can lie about brushing your teeth six times a day.

I just wanted to yell “Don’t judge me! Let’s see YOUR car. That Mitsubishi you rolled up in is a dirty piece of crap!”

Also, it might not have helped me when I opened the glove compartment and found my flask sitting inside.