This morning, when I got up, I noticed a letter on the counter. It was a large brown envelope with a university logo on it. And it was addressed to my sister. Fail. Still waiting. Maybe I'll get a rejection/acceptance email. I kind of prefer the hard copy version...
In spite of still not knowing if I'll be going to school come September, I did get a call from the woman who interviewed me for the job and made me feel really uncomfortable. I've made it to phase two of the interview: the trial run. They're going to put me on the job and observe me... because I haven't had enough of that all damn year. Either way, on Monday at 8:05, I will be "working". I don't even know how long I'll have to be there... I probably should have asked that. Damn. I really have to start thinking of these things in the moment.
In other news, men still don't take driving directions from women. Had another experience with my father that involved six transports, three buses, a couple of cars, two red lights, a train, Tim Hortons and some back streets. I saw no boys on the back streets and was quite relieved. Now, to put all that in context, a train was crossing the road (to get to the other side) and thus, traffic was backed up through two sets of lights. Since we were on the highway, there were trucks, transports and cars OH MY! My dad isn't the most patient guy in the world so he starts to grumble and curse the train, the lights, the drivers from Quebec who are allegedly worse drivers than those of us living in Ontario. I'll need to see conclusive evidence before I believe. I suggested he go the back way to avoid the train, hit the Timmies and carry on. I'm choosing to believe he didn't hear me. Five to seven minutes later, he turned off the highway, took the back streets and hit the Timmies.
Of course, we were then stuck in the drive through lane at the slowest Timmies in town. They all get that label at one time or another, but this one actually is the slowest. To keep us both entertained/confused, I started randomly shouting out things from the menu... CHEESE BAGEL! Another five minutes expired but we finally got our drinks. Thank God because we were a whole ten to twelve minutes behind on a schedule we didn't even have!
We did however bond over one of the classiest bumper stickers I've ever seen. "If you're going to ride my ass, at least pull my hair". Classy. Our immediate reaction was: Ewwwww. We said it together. It was a very special moment. Afterward, I wondered (aloud) if the driver had long hair. As we passed, my father noted that the driver did in fact have long hair. We "Ewwwwwed" once again. My mother will likely deny this, but when I told her of the bumper sticker, she laughed.
Traffic jams and bumper stickers, just another day out with my dad.