A week to...

UPDATE TO THIS UPDATE: I started this entry a week ago and got lazy.  I corrected the dates and such, but as you will soon see, it isn't as good a read because there was a St. Patrick's Day/Minette's Birthday Miracle that took place.  It ranks way up there with, like, Christ walking on water, or maybe when he fed a bunch of people with only a few fish sticks and some stale Wonder Bread.  Or maybe my favorite - when he turned water into a fine Southeast Australian Shiraz, which I am thinking about asking East Bay Water District to consider doing as well...


UPDATE: "A week to ten days" is what I was told two weeks ago by the FIAT corporate offices.  It was also what I was told one week ago when I called the local dealership to find out if they had any information on when my car would arrive.  "A week to ten days."  Four weeks ago, I was told by Mindy (or whoever the hell it was that answered the phone) that I should expect a call by the dealer "this week", which was three weeks ago ( which never happened) and delivery of the car "sometime in the spring of 2011".  Then she corrected herself and said "17 to 21 days".  I think I was getting the runaround.  Sofia has sort of mentioned that she has lost interest and/or faith.  Me?  I decided to just get used to it, and to think of it as something purely Italian.  Now the only thing I need to do is figure out just what the hell I mean by that statement.

"A week to ten days."  This is a photo that comes up when you search Google images for a week to ten days.

All the lying and deceiving that I went through came to an abrupt end.  Donna 468 finally arrive two days ago, and being the poster-child for procrastination (although Carley is probably a thousand times worse), I am now finally getting to writing about it here two days later.  It was truly a St. Patrick's Day/Minette's Birthday Miracle that was 6-7 long months in the making.  Months of obsessively searching on the internet for information, drunk-dialing FIAT corporate and the dealership - it can all come to and end.  Finally.

procrastinate  (prəʊˈkræstɪˌneɪt, prə-)
— vb
	to put off or defer (an action) until a later time; delay And by the way, she's perfect.

In other news, I have decided to take the plunge and apply for a new job.  I'm bored with my current job and need a change.  That's right.  Change.  I'm actually looking for change.  So stuff it!  (Those strong words are for all you people who say I have Asperger's.)  It's way too early to speculate as to what I may find as my new job, but if I have to go another year in my current position, you will find written on my tombstone sometime around mid-October of the next school year, "Here lies Mr. Lavoie.  He died of boredom.  That is all."  I am applying for a job within the same school district I already work for, however their on-line application process is redonculously long.  I started filling it out a week ago and I hope to finish it this weekend.  That's if I don't procrastinate.






Final thought: Curtis ate a blood orange last night before going to bed.  I woke up today with the kitchen looking like murder was afoot.