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My Wallet Hurts, and I Almost Bought an iPad

I always get a little sad when I finish a book. Especially when I finish one and the next one isn't coming out for a year. A whole year! I've found a cure though! It's quite a revolutionary concept.

Read another book.

So, that's why I have four different series going right now and have started crawling Goodreads at night. Now if only the libraries actually had all the books I wanted to read. . . So I didn't have to justify buying them all. My wallet is currently hurting.

Speaking of wallets hurting. . . All year I've been saving up to go to the VS Semi Annual Sale. I have a sort of problem with that store so I only go during the sale. Well yesterday at work I got a bit nervous so I googled when the sale was. It said it started June sixth. I started freaking out because that was last week and all the good stuff was going to be gone. So right after work I got my sister and headed over to the mall (they ALWAYS have better stuff than the store I worked at. Plus, I don't really want to see those co-workers again.) They moved the store so we wandered around for awhile and finally found it. There was a sign out front saying that the sale was starting tomorrow so they would be closing early to get ready.

I hit myself in the forehead. Of course I drove all the way out there and the sale started the next day.

It's ok though. I still bought my things and found some good deals and was able to actually use the dressing room! That's near impossible during the sale. I should be good for awhile. I felt very happy seeing the employees there and knowing that I wasn't going to have to stay up until four this morning organizing things for the sale. When we passed the Apple store though, I wanted to gag. I've seen way too many Apple products these past few weeks.

Speaking of Apple. Last week I was at an orientation for incoming freshman representing the bookstore. The Apple Campus Rep was sitting next to me, and not a lot of people came through so naturally we talked. And I swear, I almost went and just bought an iPad after talking to him. It scared me! I've done the Apple Sales Training, I've been trained to sell iPad's and I thought this would make it easier for me to avoid buying one. I never wanted one until I started working in the computer department and get to stand in close proximity to one all the time. I've made it five months without buying one so I thought I was good. But no. He's been trained even more and he almost broke me. Almost.

Now I'm wondering if everyone everywhere is just really good at the power of manipulation. I'm sure they are. Like that documentary that has me checking everything I eat to see if there's corn in it. Or that commercial that was paid for by the FDA that told me high fructose corn syrup was ok. WHAT IS REALITY?!?!?!

I'm going to go hide back in my books now.

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  1. SusannahJune 12, 2013 at 12:56 PM

    My husband's computer just died and it was a Mac. He's been so brainwashed for Apple that it's hard for him to be ok with the fact that we can only afford a PC for now. Haha.

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