It all really started when I got back from Florida (visiting family). Like my BlackBerry Pearl crashed as soon as I landed for my connecting flight. The connecting flight left late. So that added to the soon to arise problem. I was too call my Aunt, Mom, Grandmother and Boyfriend to let everyone know, I was back in New York. And that I was getting on to the bus. But with a broken cell phone that wasn’t going to happen. So yea, the plane touched down at 9:11pm and I’m an hour late of calling in. Well the bus ride took 30 minutes. Not to mention the 15 minute wait for the bus at the airport.
So finally, it makes it to the 4, 5 train. I waited at least an hour for the train. Well what does one expect riding MTA on the weekends. I didn’t get back to the apartment until about 1am. By that time my boyfriend called the police, my mother and grandmother had already been worried. I explained my story to everyone. So it was okay, but I was still upset that my BB let me down.
Monday morning rolled around. No work, thank god! I went off to Verizon to see about my phone. They didn’t have any in stock. Nor did it get fixed that day. My luck. Well he said I should get a new one on Tuesday. Great… Well off to College, to make sure everything is okay for classes on Tuesday. Sadly, I didn’t just pick up my official schedule. Nor could I get books, left my ID at the apartment in my other bag. Well on to the tears, before I knew it I was in the Financial Aid office. Being told I owe. 12,000 – 16,000 to the school.
I’m being told I can’t continue until I pay the bill. Well I left my 1,000,000 at the apartment. Hello, I don’t care that kind of money on me. I don’t even have money. I’m broke. After crying in the office. Yea, I’m a cry baby. They decide to try to get some money off me. Don’t keep me out right. Trying to suck something off me. So they chose $54 dollars a week or of a $160 week or LESS then that paycheck. And for the rest of the few months, I’m suppose to switch to air eating, and walk around naked. They act as if I. ..
After that drama was over, I’m sent home anxious. Wondering how I’m going to get through this semester, “Will the rest of my college life be like this?” I could only wonder. Tuesday, classes came around, and I spent more time worrying in class on what to do. To keep up with all my bills. Then we get hit with a ton of Art Projects. Wonderful, but they where cool.
Brushing forward to more interesting bad days ahead.
The week since I’ve gotten back hasn’t been such a great one. Friday morning started at 6am, to be at work to open Dress Barn. My current place of work. Well, by 11pm. Rosyln, my co-worker was already stealing yet another sale of mine. She does this to all the girls, and gets away with it. Its so bad, I wonder is she knows she’s doing it. She has to know, since she so smart.
Dress Barn all damn week with these people. I dealt with bullshit with two annoying customers today. Early this morning I tired to handle some lady who said she called for two hours no one picked up the phone. I really think Catherine ignored her. No reason why, because I was doing other things, and no where near the phone. She wanted to call the cooperate and complain. I was tempted to tell I’d call and complain for her.
But I didn’t.
I must get this off my chest though. Catherine has a habit of being a way with people, employees and customers. And then she has a habit of making it seem as if its “them.” Between giving the construction workers outside the store front a hard time to disrespecting her assistant managers this woman is off her rocker. If the woman would have only did her job and answer the phone. Maybe all this would have been avoided.
Anyway, with another sale out the window. 12pm finally rolled in, and I was ready to head to my Friday class. I was so tired today, I’m usually always tired, and tend to fall asleep in class. Well I fell asleep in my computer class, my studio class. I love these classes, but because of freaking dress barn I can’t even keep awake.
I decide to make a better weekend out everything, by doing a little clubbing with my boyfriend and some friends from school. But that ended in turmoil. No one showed up, and the night ended up being 21+. So my boyfriend and I headed to Dallas BBQ to eat and pretty much call it a night really. I was cold and I was wearing open toe strappy heels. So that junk hurt. Then he scolded me for wearing them. Yea, he was right. So was I, ‘I wasted my time getting all dolled up for him.’
Honestly, he made this week so much better. I wasn’t alone. But my heart broke as always when he had to go back home. Ah, well right..
Well now its Monday, that was yesterday. I just dropped out of School. Cause it was too expensive. Now I have to wait 3 months or more to get this bill paid. Then start classes again at a new college. I wonder how things will work out. I hope nothing gets lost. Like my Transcript or something important. I’ll have to start all over, instead of late Transfer or whatever.
Sitting here, I have so much running through my mind right now. Like working hard to stay on track with saving money and paying down this bill on my own time. Not by hurried pressure. People tell me, when you leave College. The chances off going back isn’t a 99.9% kind of thing. I understand that, but that’s what I have to do.
Maybe, I’ll end up being a stay at home mom. Or just get a job in an office. Hmm.. I don’t know what’s going to happen honestly. But we’ll see.