Saturn Chaser and Groupon. Epic.

So, I know I haven't blogged in awhile, ok in like five months, but I just haven't had that blogging ambition.

However, today, an epic day, deserved a shout out.

First, I should catch you up on my life. Since I have last posted, I started a job at Groupon as a Deal Vetter. I work in the Chicago office vetting deals for California and Hawaii. I spend everyday harassing my sales reps (thanks guys for putting up with me and not blocking me on chat!) and analyzing crazy deals from laser fat removal to tea parties for little girls. From surf lessons to my personal favorite: http://www.groupon.com/deals/blewt-productions. So, for the past month, I've been in work heaven, vetting my little heart out in the old abandoned warehouse called 600 West chicago, at my desk in Protocol (yes, my office area is actually named that) sitting next to our fooseball table and panini maker. Life is grand. To celebrate life, I even bought a new pair of "five inch, congratulations you're not a hobo stilletos."

Let me tell you what else happened.

So I like to write about Aly, my roomie and our adventures. Well since I've last posted about us, she has lost her baby - not a real baby - let me explain. However, first I have to tell you, I'm the one who loses everything, who searches frantically for my cell phone, which is most likely sitting in my left hand. So I'm sitting on the train two days before Thanksgiving, when I get a phone call.

"Yunna, I can never make fun of you for losing your phone again."

I never thought I would hear those words come out of Aly's mouth, I almost wanted her to repeat them again.

"What did you do Miss Dolan?"

"I lost my car"

After searching for it for hours on end, the only thing she could do was file a police report and pray to the car Gods, the poor Saturn was gone. So up until today, Aly found herself a new hobby (next to her passion for building doll houses) - being a Saturn chaser. She would hunt the streets, eyes peeled walking to and from work every day. She came close one day, she was convinced a purple Saturn she passed was her car with a new paint job. Those car robbers sure are sneaky. However, her mom calmly explained to her that she was not allowed to try to steal back every Saturn that crossed her path. We were losing hope, and it was becoming more apparent that her Saturn was gone for good, and she would have to become a Buick driver (code named the Grannymobile) - her generous mom was willing to give up her car in an excuse to purchase another one. However, the car God did not plan for a Buick in Aly's life. At 10 o'clock at night, the Chicago police rang up her new iPhone (yes, Aly finally converted- sellout) saying the Saturn was found 5 blocks north of our apartment. We rushed over in a taxi to pick up the poor, lonely Saturn and return it to our home turf. Aly can officially stop being a Saturn chaser. Until next time...