Life is short, so it's important to laugh at yourself right?
Even if that means laughing at yourself less than a day after the incident happens. It keeps you fresh. It keeps you light. It keeps you from replaying the incident in your head over and over again, hating yourself for making a scene in front of strangers who probably tweeted about it minutes later.
Yesterday, I was a jolly little bitch because I thought, so arrogantly, that I was going to be getting that gorgeous little black car today. Everything was working out. I had the down payment, they were gonna put all four new tires on the car, I was gonna pick it up TODAY. I just had to get financing through my trusty bank, Bank of America.
L brought me to Bank of America (and they all literally know us by name, that's how often we are there) and we worked with this nice lady on setting up a loan application for me. She asked me the standard questions: Do you work? Yes, of course I work! My job is taking over my life! How much do you make yearly? ...less than what I told her, of course. Do you have the VIN number of the car? No, because that would mean I'm a responsible and prepared adult, so of course I don't have it.
She hit send, and we waited for a phone call. And waited. And waited.
RING RING.
YES! My loan has been approved. Let me connect with a loan officer to get the ball rolling on this thangggg. Hello sir. Yes. Yes. Mhm. Okay... yes, they sell only used cars. It's a private dealer? What does that mean? So... ok. I understand. So you don't finance loans for private dealers? Okay.... okay.... ok.....
HANG UP.
I hung up on a perfectly nice Bank of America loan officer, who could not finance my loan for this particular car because it is being sold through a private dealer who only sell used cars. And Bank of America can only finance cars being sold through a select list of dealers whom they approve. Bullshit.
Now this is where you have to pay close attention if you want to know how to not handle crushing disappointment at a Bank of America.
Hang up on your loan officer. Let your eyes slowly well up with tears. Don't make eye contact with anyone. When the Bank of America employee helping you with your loan offers advice, grab your purse, say you just want to leave, and get up without thanking her for her help. Storm out of Bank of America, past plenty of staring strangers, as you cover your mouth with your hand, tears fall from your eyes, and you struggle to suppress those ugly little hiccups that come when you're holding in a sob. Sit on the curb in the parking lot outside your boyfriends car sobbing. When he comes out of the bank, after apologizing on your behalf, let him yell at you in the car for being a HUMAN BEING and feeling extremely disappointing.
Then the next day, write a blog post about it.
Now here's what you can actually learn from this post (and what I have learned and am accepting today):
Don't put all your eggs in one car dealership basket.
Do your research before you get your hopes sky high.
Don't let anyone yell at you for expressing strong emotions when you feel them.
I am woman, hear me roar, I am getting this car, and no one is going to stop me.
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