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for the lack of anything better to do with my time, i am going to tell you why my day sucked.
julio's father is a corrections officer and has been trying to get us to take the test to become one for about a week. we were supposed to go saturday but since julio decided to stay at the amvets after-party until three in the morning, there was no way we'd wake up in time. today was supposedly the last day to go, and there were two set test times: 9:30 and 1:30. we decided to go to the early one as to avoid traffic, since i have train-anxiety and my car goes "put put putputputput" in the heat every now and then.
julio and i got back from his band's terrible show at the mainstage in pompton lakes, nj at 1:30 in the morning and we slept for four hours. we got up and ready, out the door by 7. we had to get money orders to pay so we went to the post office and it was not open for money orders until 9. we went back to the house to try to figure out what to do, but julio's dad said the municipal credit union right next door to the testing center would give us money orders. we got food, then gas, fought about which order in which to do that, and eventually got on 95. it wasn't too bad, but the west side highway was worse. we ended up in the city around 8, which wasn't too terrible, but finding parking was! after driving around for an hour, with the test starting in 30 minutes and without money orders, i park illegally in a spot where i'd have to be out by 11:30 and we hail a cab. we get outside of the center, i'm waiting on line and he goes into the mcu, only to come out saying that you need an account in order to get a money order.
we cross the street to use the pay phone [we weren't allowed to bring cell phones, not that it matters because mine doesn't work anymore!!] and julio calls his mom. she doesn't pick up the first three times then on the last quarter finally answers and makes julio speak to his father, who tells us there's a check cashing place a couple of blocks down where we could get the money orders. the place ends up being a little further than expected and when we arrive back at the test center, it's 9:20 and they tell us to come back at 1:00 because the test had been full.
julio is raging pissed, calling his parents and freaking out, telling me i can walk to the car [and i have no idea where it is.. it was like on some really shitty cobblestone side-street right below the fdr] if i want to move it by 11:30. after standing in silence for a while, i ask which direction he thinks it's in and he calls me a bitch or whatever and starts walking. miraculously we make it in less time than it took to drive through all the traffic from my car to the testing center. we sit in it for a little while discussing our options.
after julio tells me about 456 times that i'm a baby for not wanting to take the train and it's no big deal and i practically ruined his life by driving down there, we somehow end up on the fdr on the way back to the bronx. we stop at his house, then head off to park on the block i used to live on with my aunt and take the big scary train. big steps. it is 11:00 when we are on the platform.
as soon as we get underground i start crying, but he did a really good job on the way down of keeping me calm. the ride was also very short; we were on lafayette st directly in front of the building at 11:40.
there are about three people inside waiting. we stay outside for a little while then make our way in, where people being accumulating. there are two sets of doors entering the building and we are standing between them, against the side that would be letting us in. or so we thought! at 1:15 some guy comes out and so gently informs us that we have to line up against the wall of the building outside. so, every person who was in the back of the room, or outside already, or was a fat fuck who pushed his way through, ended up in front of us. as we're on the line julio runs into a friend from school named dishon who was also there to take the test. he jumps in the line with us. we're on the line in the sun for what seems like an eternity when they finally start letting us in. some stupid bitch thinks that a part of my keychain is a knife. the elevator feels like it's about to collapse in itself but we get upstairs: relief! there's a line, and we're about 15th and 16th in place. some short fuck who looked like he should have been a science teacher is letting us in to the "testing area" in groups of five, and says something about only letting 15 people in. everyone is like "oh em gee!" and i realize if julio's friend wasn't in front of him we'd both be able to take it, but i figure it's okay if at least he gets it over with. so they let in five, then another five, then two, then.. closed. the next guy fights his way in somehow, then there's dishon, julio and i, right at the cut-off. there are 30 angry people behind us, and at nearly 2 in the afternoon we are exhausted and irritated. we go down the stairs and call his parents again, who are pissed, so we immediately get on the train back home.
as we first get down the stairs the 6 exp is leaving, and we miss it. we wait around for it again, get on around 2:05. it was crowded and julio didn't talk to me and barely touched me the whole time, so i spent a lot of time freaking out and wanting to punch the eight-year-old girl who is continuously elbowing me in the ribs. we get back to the bronx and home around 3. at 4 julio passes out and i tell him not to if he has band practice, because i know there's a party he wants to go to tomorrow night and i was still freaking out from the train so i felt like i needed him. he sleeps until 6:30 and comes down to eat and tell me he's going to band practice afterall! the communication here is wonderful. then, at 8, his dad makes him drive him back down to the city so he can see his mother. they don't get back until 9:30, and i nap pretty much the whole time. i try to ask julio to stay with me, or at least let me pick him up so his unreliable friends don't get him back at 3 in the morning, but since his band is the #1 most important thing in his life he fights with me up until he leaves, which is something he's been promising me pretty much every other day that he'll never do again!
so now i am here, home, alone, sick, bored. my phone is broken forever and no one is responding to my ims or interested in doing anything.
i hope your day was better than mine. :)
julio's father is a corrections officer and has been trying to get us to take the test to become one for about a week. we were supposed to go saturday but since julio decided to stay at the amvets after-party until three in the morning, there was no way we'd wake up in time. today was supposedly the last day to go, and there were two set test times: 9:30 and 1:30. we decided to go to the early one as to avoid traffic, since i have train-anxiety and my car goes "put put putputputput" in the heat every now and then.
julio and i got back from his band's terrible show at the mainstage in pompton lakes, nj at 1:30 in the morning and we slept for four hours. we got up and ready, out the door by 7. we had to get money orders to pay so we went to the post office and it was not open for money orders until 9. we went back to the house to try to figure out what to do, but julio's dad said the municipal credit union right next door to the testing center would give us money orders. we got food, then gas, fought about which order in which to do that, and eventually got on 95. it wasn't too bad, but the west side highway was worse. we ended up in the city around 8, which wasn't too terrible, but finding parking was! after driving around for an hour, with the test starting in 30 minutes and without money orders, i park illegally in a spot where i'd have to be out by 11:30 and we hail a cab. we get outside of the center, i'm waiting on line and he goes into the mcu, only to come out saying that you need an account in order to get a money order.
we cross the street to use the pay phone [we weren't allowed to bring cell phones, not that it matters because mine doesn't work anymore!!] and julio calls his mom. she doesn't pick up the first three times then on the last quarter finally answers and makes julio speak to his father, who tells us there's a check cashing place a couple of blocks down where we could get the money orders. the place ends up being a little further than expected and when we arrive back at the test center, it's 9:20 and they tell us to come back at 1:00 because the test had been full.
julio is raging pissed, calling his parents and freaking out, telling me i can walk to the car [and i have no idea where it is.. it was like on some really shitty cobblestone side-street right below the fdr] if i want to move it by 11:30. after standing in silence for a while, i ask which direction he thinks it's in and he calls me a bitch or whatever and starts walking. miraculously we make it in less time than it took to drive through all the traffic from my car to the testing center. we sit in it for a little while discussing our options.
after julio tells me about 456 times that i'm a baby for not wanting to take the train and it's no big deal and i practically ruined his life by driving down there, we somehow end up on the fdr on the way back to the bronx. we stop at his house, then head off to park on the block i used to live on with my aunt and take the big scary train. big steps. it is 11:00 when we are on the platform.
as soon as we get underground i start crying, but he did a really good job on the way down of keeping me calm. the ride was also very short; we were on lafayette st directly in front of the building at 11:40.
there are about three people inside waiting. we stay outside for a little while then make our way in, where people being accumulating. there are two sets of doors entering the building and we are standing between them, against the side that would be letting us in. or so we thought! at 1:15 some guy comes out and so gently informs us that we have to line up against the wall of the building outside. so, every person who was in the back of the room, or outside already, or was a fat fuck who pushed his way through, ended up in front of us. as we're on the line julio runs into a friend from school named dishon who was also there to take the test. he jumps in the line with us. we're on the line in the sun for what seems like an eternity when they finally start letting us in. some stupid bitch thinks that a part of my keychain is a knife. the elevator feels like it's about to collapse in itself but we get upstairs: relief! there's a line, and we're about 15th and 16th in place. some short fuck who looked like he should have been a science teacher is letting us in to the "testing area" in groups of five, and says something about only letting 15 people in. everyone is like "oh em gee!" and i realize if julio's friend wasn't in front of him we'd both be able to take it, but i figure it's okay if at least he gets it over with. so they let in five, then another five, then two, then.. closed. the next guy fights his way in somehow, then there's dishon, julio and i, right at the cut-off. there are 30 angry people behind us, and at nearly 2 in the afternoon we are exhausted and irritated. we go down the stairs and call his parents again, who are pissed, so we immediately get on the train back home.
as we first get down the stairs the 6 exp is leaving, and we miss it. we wait around for it again, get on around 2:05. it was crowded and julio didn't talk to me and barely touched me the whole time, so i spent a lot of time freaking out and wanting to punch the eight-year-old girl who is continuously elbowing me in the ribs. we get back to the bronx and home around 3. at 4 julio passes out and i tell him not to if he has band practice, because i know there's a party he wants to go to tomorrow night and i was still freaking out from the train so i felt like i needed him. he sleeps until 6:30 and comes down to eat and tell me he's going to band practice afterall! the communication here is wonderful. then, at 8, his dad makes him drive him back down to the city so he can see his mother. they don't get back until 9:30, and i nap pretty much the whole time. i try to ask julio to stay with me, or at least let me pick him up so his unreliable friends don't get him back at 3 in the morning, but since his band is the #1 most important thing in his life he fights with me up until he leaves, which is something he's been promising me pretty much every other day that he'll never do again!
so now i am here, home, alone, sick, bored. my phone is broken forever and no one is responding to my ims or interested in doing anything.
i hope your day was better than mine. :)