New car shopping basically sucks. It's anxiety driven and worrisome. You're afraid that if you make a deal with one guy you'll be missing out on something better somewhere else. It goes with that old saying that "the grass is greener on the other side." Somethings always going to look better from where you'll be standing. The only thing you can do is close your eyes, take a deep breath and pray that you're doing the right thing. We've decided on the Nissan Versa. At this point it doesn't matter what the dealership gives us as a trade-in on Beatrice - we just want this whole thing over and done with. So, we are now just waiting on the $$ which we will hopefully get Monday or Tuesday. Then we can do the deal that evening or first thing Saturday morning. Basically I want to be able to drive the car off the lot that day. I'm afraid I'll have to settle for silver as a color. I would love magnetic gray or cobalt blue but this dealership only has the silver one with the options we are looking for. Ah, well.
Speaking of $$, we got some really good news yesterday when we filed our taxes! We are getting a decent refund - YAY!!! Finally, something that seems to be going right for us. Things aren't quite as tight as they have been and now we'll be getting a little something back from the Fed and ST.
Work has been relatively quiet. We've been having fun, though! The past three nights have been pretty busy so I've kept myself busy. I've learned a few new positions and seem to have excelled at them. I guess when I "run" for drive-thru, there are fewer errors. Go figure, how hard is it to pack a sack of food correctly? I don't know why these kids screw up so much. I can't understand how they can not pay attention to what they are doing when they look like they are paying attention. What gets me is when some 17 yr old who isn't even in management (!?) feels like he can dictate my job when he's standing in one spot doing nothing and I'm running my proverbial butt off doing both front counter and running for drive-thru. I feel like telling him to get off his duff and do it himself. Instead I just vented to my manager only to find out this kid does this all the time. He simply needs to relax. I certainly don't get paid enough to put up with any crap from someone young enough to be my son. I tend to pull more than my fair share of work there and the mgrs will back me up every time. Like I said, I don't get paid enough to let this bother me!!!
On to other items: I've been slowing making my way through yet another dishcloth. This one is in rainbow colors and is almost finished. I haven't been able to concentrate on doing anything more complex. I finally found a pattern for a tunic sweater that I would like to knit for myself. It's really nice and I'd like to spend a little bit more for some nice yarn to knit it up with. Maybe a silk/cotton combination. Something definitely lightweight. Here is the pattern. I still have my tote bag to do, too. So maybe I'll tackle the tote bag (I can't wait to work with the yarn) and then I'll start the sweater. I'm going to make a run into Dover, NH to Spinning Yarns - they have wonderful, luxurious yarns and the owner is really knowledgeable. I'm hoping she can help me find out how much yarn I need for the sweater and what kind of yarn I can use. I also bought some Debbie Mumm yarn from Jo-Anne Fabrics and I'm not quite sure what to make with it. I bought all they had in the blue colorway and I need to find some more in the same lot. Maybe I'll make a simple cardigan out of it and try cabling.
We went to church this morning with LD and had a nice time. Church was packed as it always is this time of year. Then we drove around the local dealerships to see what they offered. Nothing any different than what we've already decided on. We'll be heading out to dinner with Dad in a little while - as no one knew what we wanted to do, thus no ham in the fridge!
I'm going to sign off and spend some time with the fam!
Happy Easter and God Bless!
In Him We Live and Move and Have Our Being
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