I guess I'll quit next week.
I'm over my head in scholarship apps so that I can figure out a way to actually GO to this ridiculously expensive college next year. I had a meeting this morning with my old college guidance counselor (from high school) and I was supposed to bring along all my applications for her to sign/go over.
Yeah. I forgot them at home.
I live 30 minutes away from my old school, so I couldn't just run home and get them. I had to reschedule. Wheeee.
BUT, in reference to the first sentence of this post, she strongly recommended I get my employers to write me a rec. (Scholarship applications can be more complicated than college applications. No joke. It's kind of ridiculous.) Several of my apps require several recs, and according my counselor, "When people entrust you to take care of their kids, it means something about you. GETTHEMTOWRITEYOUAREC."
So today I'm going to ask them to write me a rec.
So this means I won't be quitting anytime soon. (Not that I was planning to, but in the worst of times, I always have that as a consolation--you know, like I'll say to myself, "I can give my two weeks' notice TOMORROW if I need to." It helps.)
An E. story and then I must run--I'm late for work!
E. and I were sitting in the waiting room while A. was in her regular Wednesday appointment. We were reading a book about what you do at various times of the day (What do you do in the morning? Eat breakfast! What do you do in the afternoon? Have playtime! etc.). On a few of the questions, E. would volunteer her own answers.
This was one of them.
Me: "What do you do at night before bed?"
E. (very loudly, and in a very crowded waiting room): "POOP!"
Me: "Oh..but what ELSE do you do before bed?"
E.: "NANNY WIPES MY BOTTOM!"
Doesn't my job just sound riveting? :-)