I'm waiting, no praying for the rubber band people to come around and give me my good snap after all the bad. I don't even know where to start. I guess the very beginning is a good place. The weekend was going well, as all Meriwether weekends do, until I got pulled over for the first time. The officer claims he clocked me at 76 in a 55 zone. I was speeding, but I wasn't going 21 over. And he was an ass about it. Compounded by the fact that I didn't have registration and proof of insurance in the car. The let me off with a verbal warning and said he'd pull me over the next time he saw me to check if I had it. If I didn't, he intended to impound my car. Jackass. So I have a court date in a month. If it were in the city, I would fight it, but it's out in Tillamook, and the judge (the only judge) has a history of ridiculous findings, i.e. the testimony of one police officer outweighs the testimony of three civilians. So I don't know exactly what I'll do. I have, however, developed newfound disdain for the fuzz, flat feet, coppers, pigs, call them what you will. (side note: does anybody know the modern mean thing we call the police? I can't think of anything that isn't at least 20 years outdated...)
In other news, my little brother got arrested today. Imagine my surprise when I was at a kinder-concert with my little sister when my dad calls asking me to get my mom up to the school. The little sexual deviant has been accused of groping the breasts of three girls who expressly told him "no." He's not going back to school for the rest of the school year, and we've retained a lawyer. That means, of course, that any money my parents might have been thinking of giving me for school in the fall is now gone. We won't even get into the fact that I might just lose my little brother because the state decides my parents aren't doing a good job with him. Unlikely, but possible. Needless to say, I'm more than a little frustrated.
I went in to see a temp agency today, in hopes of finding some work. They said to let them know how I was doing for work later in the week and they'd let me know if they had any openings for me. They didn't seem hopeful though, due to my lack of clerical experience. She even gave me a list of other agencies more suited to my talents... Yipes...
Anyway, something good's got to happen soon, right? I mean, only so much bad stuff can happen before something really, really good has got to happen, right? Right? I don't think I had this much bad karma built up, so now the universe has to even things out, right? Maybe... Then again, maybe that's just stupid...
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Wow, do you have a dark cloud hanging over you?
I hope things start looking up.
Yeah that sucks. How old's your brother? It would be so much easier if he liked guys... they never report those "love taps." Okay, totally kidding, I'm not a pervert. I promise.
Brady, we need to hang out. Next time I'm in the Seattle area, we'll get lunch or something.
He's 15, by the way.
I believe "po-po" is more current.
Yikes, 15. That stinks.
Sorry you haven't had the best of times. :/ My advice for the temp agency stuff: take whatever they give you, even if you don't want to. The temp agency people will see you trying and decide you're reliable and try to find you better stuff. I only had to do two fairly dumb jobs before I landed one that lasted 3 months. What worked for me was that when you get to one of the jobs, even if they only request you for a day or two, figure out if they have enough stuff to keep you busy on a more long-term basis, then make yourself indispensable in that one day. Many offices are trying out the temps for a slightly more permanent/long-term solution, so if you show that you're one of the rare valuable temps, they'll call your agency and request you stay on for the week, or something.
How often are you in the Seattle area? I would definitely want to hang out. I might be in Vancouver in Late July if you're available. Keep in touch.
Po-po is a good one or Charlie Browns (if they are Sheriffs). Good things will start to happen. It happens to me all the time. I have horrible luck for like a week and then things get much better! Keep hoping and praying, things will turn around!
Tillamook. Like the cheese. I learned all about that place in my food science class in the fall. Haha.
But yeah dude. That sucks. Better luck next week. :)
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