Hello, and welcome to another rousing round of Saturday Steals, where what you get is what you see and what you see is cheap or free!
To participate, simply:
1) Steal a steal.
2) Write a post about it on your blog (or the AoOL Facebook page), mentioning that you’re participating in Saturday Steals (you can steal the above image if you so desire), and
3) Add the link to said post to the list at the bottom of this post.
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I think by this time it’s no longer a secret that I work full time at a car dealership in a nearby city. I really really like my job. I get to work on a lot of projects, most of which have to do with marketing (designing website graphics, dealership posters, etc.) but some of which are a bit more random—buying Costco Halloween candy for in-house trick-or-treating, for example, or making passalong cards to hand out with free Tim Horton’s (a Canadian coffee and donut chain to which Canadians are extremely loyal) gift cards. Usually no two days are the same, and I find myself pleasantly surprised when 5:00 rolls around and my day feels like it flew by.
Plus I get a regular cheque. Even though my salary is modest I still feel a lot richer than I’ve ever been just for the very fact that I’m working more hours than I ever have. I’m bringing in approximately 8x the cash I’ve made in the previous four years of marriage and the end of every month is like a birthday party at our house.
Two incomes? Please. We are going to get out of debt so fast.
ANYWAY, the point of all this rambling about the glories of employment is this: aside from dental insurance and a regular paycheque, my job comes with some other surprise perks I never had a clue about.
Case in point: the dealership buys season tickets for the local hockey team, and the person who’d claimed them for last night’s game got sick or something so I got them.
For free!
In a stroke of pure luck my cousin Calli has been staying with us for the past week while her husband works here in Mayberry (long, complex story full of coincidences and small-worldiness), and we left her baby with his dad while we made it a girls’ night:
“This is going on my blog,” I say. And it does.
It was an exciting night. Free tickets, fine seats, the thrill of the game in the air… The only way it could’ve been better is if either of us had known anything whatsoever about hockey.
We briefly considered finding some cute boys to explain it to us, but reason won (probably because we weren’t drunk [thank heaven for that]) and we stayed faithfully married, though ignorant to the finer details of the game, to our husbands all night.
As it was, we had to ask the people behind us which colour our team was.
They weren’t that impressed.
But it was okay, because we had fun. And it was free!
Of course, the freeness got counter balanced when we went out for sushi at a new place I’ve been wanting to try:
It was delicious—some of the best I’ve had—but, sadly, not free.
But think of how much more expensive the night would’ve been if we’d had to buy our own tickets! And if I’d had to pay some stranger to go with me and act like she was my friend!
Free hockey and readymade friend (cousins are great for that) plus arguably not free sushi but still very delicious? It made for a wonderful, much needed night of fun.
And it was a steal.
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Now it’s your turn! What have you stolen lately?
Add your steal to the link list below to share it with the world. The list will be open from now till Sunday at 11:59 p.m.
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