My wireless has been all wacky this past week, which explains for the lack of updates. I could barely stay on long enough to check my email, let alone the other few sites I check daily. And having an instant message conversation was impossible, and quite frankly annoying. But it’s acting better today for some reason, so yay?
I should be preparing myself for the first day of classes tomorrow. I’m afraid I’ll continue to drive past the school instead of stopping to park and continue my merry way to work. I doubt this will happen, but it would still be amusing.
Lots of exciting things have happened this past week. The first one being that I quit my job. I’ve decided I’m suck of all the bullshit drama going on at the day care and have instead taken the job as a nanny, basically, for a friend of the family so she can go back to work. This is not want I really want to do, honestly, but 1) It’s not the day care and 2) I’ll be able to put a lot of work into my school work, something that rarely happened last year, and hopefully get A’s in my three classes.
My last day is this Thursday, which is also assessment day. Lucky for me, I’ll be in class while the assessment will be going on. Unlucky for me, I’ve been screwed out of hours for classes we’re supposed to take throughout the year. I stopped taking them when I was told I had enough, only to find out that I have six hours instead of the eighteen we need. Um, what the fuck? I distinctly remember taking more than three classes, and I also remember counting up my hours myself. And it was more than that, with the hours from last year that do not count toward this year. I’m beyond pissed about this, but hey. I’m leaving. So they can kiss my ass.
I wasn’t going to leave the day care completely, though. I have Thursdays off at the nanny gig, so I told my boss at the day care that I would come in on Thursdays if they needed me to. That won’t be happening anymore now, though, because I learned I have to participate in work study. I didn’t want to, but if I don’t, I won’t be able to go to school because the program helps pay toward my schooling. So I’m trying to figure out a way to fit in ten hours a week for the work study program. I’m pretty sure I have it figured out, but I’ll find out tomorrow if my schedule works for them.
I also finally added pink to my hair, which I love. Though it’s been less than a week, and places have already started to turn orange. Not cool, yo. My mom came visiting Saturday and bought me an (almost month early) birthday present: a pink razr. I’ve wanted one since they came out. And I love it. This is the first time I’ve actually had a phone I liked. Plus, it has a camera on it, and I have a bad habit of leaving my digital camera at home when I want to take pictures.
Mom also brought with her a couch to replace our (second) broken futon in the living room. It’s an old dorm couch that my mom got at an auction where she works. Seven dollars for the couch, two end tables, and another table all in good condition and for about seven dollars. The only problem is rearranging the living room to fit all of the stuff in. We currently have way too much furniture for our little apartment. Once we take the old big screen to the dump, we should have enough room.
Last night was our “end of the summer bash” (not really, but since it was at the end of the summer, we’ll call it that). We did one of the most cliché things ever: went to a lake to drink. Drinking in public makes me nervous as it is. But with the three or so car wrecks from kids driving while drunk (and at least two subsequent deaths) have made me more nervous. So my two shots of vodka lasted me for the night, which was okay by me. The Boyfriend and I ended up leaving early, anyway. I started to feel even more uncomfortable when my friends left and a bunch of people I don’t know replaced them.
…that’s been my week, though. Not necessarily as exciting when written down as it was while it happened, but fun nonetheless. I’m going to go try to get some sleep and remind myself that classes start tomorrow. For some reason, I keep forgetting.
