I'm home for the weekend. Actually, I've been home since Thursday night, because we had off Friday for "fall break". Isn't it lovely how our "fall break" gave us a whole day off? We do however get almost a month off for Christmas. That's going to be rough. I start to get bored and anxious to go back to my dorm (not the schoolwork, just the dorm and people) when I'm home for a weekend normally, an extra day is pushing my limits, but a month? It might just be torture. But at least I'll be able to work at my old job during that month off, which I'm actually looking forward to.
Yes, that's right, I have a month off for Christmas vacation and I'm looking forward to going back to work the most of all the other things I could do on that month off. As weird as it/I am, I actually liked working there. Maybe my perceptions are distorted since I've left, but I remember having fun in and amongst the boring, annoying, repeatedness. Someone do me a favor, and remind me of that on day 15 of my being back to work and I'm cursing why I ever decided to go back, ok? Because it will happen.
Another good thing about going back to work? Money. I've decided that as much as I hate it, I need it. And I hate that I need it. But my books cost $400 last semester, and they'll probably cost just as much, possibly more, next semester. So it will be nice to be able to save my money and pay for them myself, because I hate burdening my parents with my lack-of-money issues.
There's also something else about going back to work that I'm looking forward to, but I can't say it on here because my journal is no longer (or, I guess hasn't been for awhile) my private space to say what I wish without fear of someone reading it that shouldn't. So just know that I'm looking forward to work for a variety of reasons.
Now if only my car worked. I'm stuck at home, which I'm not minding too much, but I do not want to be stuck at home during Christmas vacation. I plan on meeting my friends from school, maybe driving down to Jersey to visit, work, etc etc, and I need a car for all of my plans thus far. So hopefully it gets figured out, and working soon.
It's even gotten to the point where I don't think I'd mind if I got a different car instead of my lovely beautiful Zippy. If Zip doesn't work, what's the point in keeping him? As much as I love him, I need a working vehicle. It's reached that point where we keep fixing him and fixing him, and something elusive keeps going wrong that we have to keep chasing. You get sick of chasing after awhile, and I'm almost ready to concede the race (and my poor dad, he's the one actually doing the chasing).
People keep telling me that they can see me being a great lawyer. That I was apparently meant to be a lawyer. While I believe this myself, and I appreciate the underlying complement that I've chosen the correct proffession, I can't help but think it is a slight insult.
Example: Today I had a session with a not-very-helpful/snobby bank teller about the inconveniance of my account PIN being reset frequently without my knowledge, in which I kindly explained my problems and asked her to please explain how the one suggestion she made would help my problem with my PIN (she suggested I order a new card since my ATM card might be scratched- even though I said I have the most problems with it over the internet and phone banking...).
My ATM transaction reciept tells me I have a BAD PIN. I told her that it says 'BAD PIN', and when she was on the phone with whoever she was trying to clear up my problem with, she said Invalid. I said no, it says BAD. She kind of laughed at my lack of vocabulary, perhaps thinking I didn't know what Invalid meant, and relayed to the person on the phone that "oh she says it said 'bad pin'" That is when I took out the reciept I recieved from the ATM, and while she was ignoring me on the phone I placed (ok, so I lightly slapped it down) on her desk and pointed to the words "error: BAD PIN". She had to correct herself. I found pleasure in that. I'm not normally nitpicky about things, but she was just acting so superior that I had to take her down a peg and prove that I'm not just some idiot kid.
Then, when deciding to just give them a chance to fix it before finalizing my decision of switching banks, I was told that she just needed me "to sign by the X before you go". Well, I've always thought it rather prudent to actually read something before I sign it, which I did. I took the pen she offered me, read through my account summary, remarked on the balance I had that I wasn't aware of, asked if this suggestion of hers was going to cost me anything, resumed reading the contract... and then I signed it. I didn't think it was so much that I was making a point that I wasn't naive enough to just trust her, it was more that I didn't want to be stuck in some contract to keep my account or something because of this.
My mom said, after this episode with the lovely bank teller, that I "certainly have the natural arrogance to be a lawyer". Compliment, or insult? I think I'll take it as a compliment, because I think she was actually impressed. The best part? I actually had fun sparring with the superior bank lady. I do actually think I will make a good lawyer. IF I can get through 7 more years of school.
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