Sayin' Somethin'

Since I have put myself on time out for a bit I have decided this week the posts will be tales from the past- some rehashed and repackaged others only spoken about but never written. But before I get to tonight's tale, I just would like to bring up the happenings at my work really quick. We've been on the phones this week- I don't really have a problem or get like nervous at all about it, I took plenty of supervisor calls to know how to handle situations, but I realize its tough when you're not a natural conversationlist to have this type of job. See part of our goal is to cross sell other products- not a fan. Closing does not come naturally to me as speaking small talk jibberish is something I don't like. Don't get me wrong- I am the guy you wanna get if you have to call a call center, I'll be courteous, handle your issue right and send your ass on your way faster than the hold time to get to me. What I tell you I mean. Good morning? I mean it. Thank you for calling? I mean it. Anything else I can help you with? I mean it. Thanks for being with the auto club enjoy the rest of your day? you get it...
but unless there is some real connection like the lady from El Cajon I spoke with today, I'm not gonna get excited about having to ask you about the weather in your area or lead you into having to stay on the line longer while I try to get you to a sales agent to get a quote. I am not quick witted enough to respond to your initial refusal to stay on the line longer than you have to. I hate getting cross selled myself and now I have to do it as part of a goal? For a guy that prefers to text, email and write up this bullshit here you can see how this goal bugs me. Unless you yourself have an actual engaging personality, there is gonna be a lot of dead air if we speak on the phone- friend or business situations. I am only witted, it takes me a bit to come up with something remotely clever and then thats not always the case. anyways back to the show...

My second Galant was a sweet silver shade. Silver and Black are easy colors for me- I don't have to call someone to verify what colors they are. One warm summer weekend night a buddy who now lives in Poway (haha trying to protect the identity) and I were out in PB. Shocking I know. anyways we did the usual- hit up a few spots before ending up at I believe PB pub. There we ran into some military guys who apparently were actually cool. This one is actually a quick one not much to this story so I am just gonna fast forward to me in the morning. I wake up on the driver side of the car. It smelled of ladies' perfume so I figured I must have given a girl a ride. So I am kind of down at myself for having driven but relieved a bit that I was ok. I start to try to start the car and notice the keys are not in the ignition. Smart move by me I am thinking since if the cops would have come calling they could not even try to get me for a DUI. I check my pockets. Hmm. no keys. It was then that I realized that I was too close to the steering wheel. Huh? How could I have driven like this? I then noticed the logo on the steering wheel. It was the Infiniti logo. WTF! I then start looking around- Macy Gray Cd? The Pixies? Wilco? These are not my CDs. The interior is not the same as my beloved galant. Holy Fuck I am in someone else's car. But why the hell am I in the driver seat? You would have thought I would have been in the passenger side... I have no clue whose car this is- no one I knew drove an Infiniti. I did some more investigating and decided it was in my best interest to get out of the car. As I open the door, The alarm goes off. I also have no clue where I am but need to decide really quick where I need to go in case the owner comes out to turn off the alarm. I spot a jack in the box and decide I need to head there, call my buddy and try to figure out where I am. Its 7AM but luckily I get through and he comes to the Box to pick me up. Apparently he found himself at a house party with the military guys while I had gone wandering off. He then asked me where I slept;
" Someone's Infiniti on the driver side apparently."
" huh?"
"yeah dunno how I ended up there but the alarm went off when I got out of it and she had some pretty terrible cds..."
" oh so you at least know who she was?"
" Um No. when I realized I was in some strange vehicle I decided to check the glove box for the registration to see if the name on it would ring a bell...."
It had not. So then if she didn't know who I was and I couldnt remember driving anyone home in their own car then it would be best to get the fuck out of their car....
I'm not even sure if we met that night, but thank you Janice Brown for providing a place to sleep that night. I hope you built on your cd collection. Wilco and the Pixies were ok but Macy Gray and Wilson Phillips needed to go...

My theory on what happened? That in my unsoberness I thought I was getting into my silver galant when actually I basically broke into someone's silver Infiniti to sleep it off. So this should be a reminder to you sober people- lock your car doors at night or you might find a drunken Mexican sleeping it off...

" If the opportunity was to present itself, I might just have to go and reinvent myself..." - what I'm trying to do.