What's my name?

Today at work I was reminded of how the kids in the class I mentor in don't remember my name. I've been with them since November. Today I was called "Mr. Whatever Your Name Is" (they're supposed to call me "Mr. Andrew"). A lot of times they say, "Hey, Mr....." & then there's an awkward silence that I occasionally let permeate for maximum awkwardness (try to make those 7 year olds feel awkward).

Buuuuuuuuuuut seriously.

Also, one of the kids told me while I was helping him with his homework that he wished the other mentor for the class was there. Thanks, you little turd.

Shocker (not the nasty kind)

Picked up my debit card. Only had the address for the bank anywhere on it. Now I have to find some other way to get my "address" on an official document so I can get my dag-blasted Florida license.

In other news, I got a submission to Texts From Last Night posted. Go me! My proudest moment BY FAR.

Also, while I was cleaning my car today My Giant knocked on my window & scared the living shit out of me.

ORLY?

So my debit card has finally arrived, which means I will finally have that last address that I need to get my Florida license, which means that I won't have anything standing in my way from potential jobs that may require being insured on their insurance.

But this also means that I won't be able to use my awesome North Carolina license that I got the day I turned 18. The one I took mere months before that damned anti-depressant I should have never been on did that number on my once very thick hair. The one where you can see the tan line on my neck from my mission trip to Panama the month before. The one where that bitch recently told me I looked like a serial killer (bitch!).

Watch me not even be able to use the documents that I have to obtain a license. That'll be some shit right there.

Interview to nowhere

One of the higher-up professors in my Grad program sends out an e-mail newsletter with all of the job listings in the area within our field, which has been awesome. Unfortunately, it hasn't been very helpful (though I did score that interview last month). However, on Wednesday we got a mid-week e-mail detailing 2 positions open for the same job at the same agency working as a Substance Abuse Prevention officer for high school students. "Great," I think, "I'm thinking about getting an extra Master's in Addictions anyway." So I call & leave a message. No call back. Thursday I call again. I talk to that lady, who seems ecstatic to interview me THAT VERY AFTERNOON!

So I get ready for the interview. I shave. I take out my earring. I make myself look as professional (& hott!) as possible without overkilling with a suit (basically, I'm wearing what I wore to my grandma's visitation last year: nice blue polo shirt & khakis). I go in & start filling out the application while the receptionist (who could do for an attitude adjustment) seems confused. Turns out she has a right to be confused.

My stupid ass is at the wrong building.

The building I need is the one behind where I am. So I hoof it back there with 2 minutes to spare for my interview. I fill out the new application & go in for my interview. The lady really likes me but has bad news. Apparently, there was a miscommunication & the job I thought I was interviewing for wasn't open, & the job that she wanted to interview me for conflicted with my classes. So no job.

But she really liked me & is keeping my resume for later in case something opens up. I told her that I appreciated the interview & that any interview experience is good experience & that she is very nice (ugh).

Then I went home, changed into my Pokemon shirt, skinny jeans, & flip flops, went to Great Wraps & went to class, where there may or may not have been drama...

Oopsies

I accidently got drunk last night. "How do you 'accidently' get drunk?" you might ask. And that's a very reasonable question. The answer is...I wasn't monitoring like I should have.

After I got off work a lady from class texted me about a thing at City Place (the location of that Craigslist thing I posted) & another girl from class, the lady, & myself went. It was happy hour at the restaurant we ended up going to, which in my poor state (though not as poor, thanks to my dad) meant I wouldn't have to worry about money as much. So I had a Heineken, & an Almond Joy martini (the vodkas, chocolate, & coconut around the rim). We went to another restaurant & I had...something else. Something islandy. Then the lady bought me a shot (*shiver*) of Bacardi.

I fucking hate shots.

Luckily, no vomit was spilled. They dropped me off the in the parking lot where I ran inside because I saw My Giant & I was not in a state to deal with that idiot. Went to bed around 9:30. Woke up around 3:30. Now it's homework time.

Also, the lady (once she got drunk) told me, "Andrew, I'm so drunk you're almost sexy." Aww thanks!

Just a few

I was going to pay part of my credit card bill yesterday when I checked my checking account to see how much money I had in it. When I saw, I knew there had to be a mistake, but I went ahead & paid the minimum balance. I checked my online register to see when my direct deposits went through & couldn't find them, leading me to believe I had gone 3 months without getting paid. So I traipse my irritated behind to the HR department to see what was going on. I got on a computer there to show the lady & surprise surprise: I found the deposits. Meaning that I looked like an asshole (but a polite one) & also that once my minimum payment clears I'll REALLY only have $78 in my checking account.

I called my dad & he said he'll put some money in when he can. I'm so tired of being financially dependent on my parents.

Also, I may have a sleep disorder. I thought it was normal to wake up during the night occasionally, seeing as my mother does & I've done it my whole life. Apparently not. Now my counselor has put me on a restricted evening diet to see what happens.

And my grandfather who I have absolutely no relationship with may have lung cancer. I still don't want him to suffer.

But hey, I'm doing well in school!

Spring awakening (not the musical)

Apparently, today is the 1st day of spring. That's kind of weird for me, since I haven't experienced this season since moving to Florida yet & I don't know how my allergies are going to handle it. In North Carolina & Georgia, spring marks the return of stuffy head, runny nose, & an appearance of some chronic enjoyment. Though more & more frequently I've been taking on these characteristics any way.

It also marks the return of my car, the long-suffering Tammy/Peter (I've had this thing since 2003 & I've yet to decide if my car is a boy or a girl) becomes covered in pollen & tons of bird shit.

Alls I'm saying is I don't know what to expect from this season. Ugh. But maybe not ugh.