Can you pay my bills??
So I had my internship today. Easy day, not much for me to do. I sent out a mailing to all the 6th grade parents that included this survey my internet awareness group came up with. Probably going to get like 5 back, though I sent out 143. Helen decided that instead of me conducting my six different groups on my own, I'm going to just co-lead her groups with her. This way I actually see mandated kids and understand how to meet their IEP (individual education plan) goals. I'm psyched, I was nervous having to prepare everyday for all those groups, among the other tasks I'm assigned. I'm still going to have one group of 3rd graders and my internet group though, so that gives me some freedom.
I got home and went to Suzuki to pay off the damages I incurred on their precious SUV, pos. $865 for a fucking piece of metal that goes OVER the bumper, I don't get the cost of things in this world sometimes.
Funny thing is the feeling I got as I walked in the dealership, the same feeling I've always had going into any car dealership. Suzuki 112 is pretty small scale I would say and doesn't have that big of a lot. As I walked in I couldn't help but feel like i was walking into a club. The sales people at these places always look like gotti boys, dressed to a tee, so self absorbed, stuck in this strange mentality. This guy immediately jumps on me and I ask for good old Ronnie. He points me in the direction after he stares me up and down and completely disgusts me. Ronnie turns out to be a slightly older, bigger version of my other friend. I walk in and introduce myself and the douche barely takes his eyes off his computer screen. I then stood there awkwardly while he continued to do, I'm sure, the most pointless of shit on his computer. I finally took a seat and he told me he'd be right back and walked out of the room.
I then sat as my earlier friend walked past the room and stared in at me like the little scavenger he is. Finally Ronnie took my credit card, with a smile and no thought of how this charge was likely to decrease my chances in life and increase thoughts of suicide.
As i walked out Ronnie said "drive carefully". I wanted to punch him in his fucking face..
I'm never going to be able to financially survive on my own.
I need to win the lottery.
Stat.
Life costs too much.
I got home and went to Suzuki to pay off the damages I incurred on their precious SUV, pos. $865 for a fucking piece of metal that goes OVER the bumper, I don't get the cost of things in this world sometimes.
Funny thing is the feeling I got as I walked in the dealership, the same feeling I've always had going into any car dealership. Suzuki 112 is pretty small scale I would say and doesn't have that big of a lot. As I walked in I couldn't help but feel like i was walking into a club. The sales people at these places always look like gotti boys, dressed to a tee, so self absorbed, stuck in this strange mentality. This guy immediately jumps on me and I ask for good old Ronnie. He points me in the direction after he stares me up and down and completely disgusts me. Ronnie turns out to be a slightly older, bigger version of my other friend. I walk in and introduce myself and the douche barely takes his eyes off his computer screen. I then stood there awkwardly while he continued to do, I'm sure, the most pointless of shit on his computer. I finally took a seat and he told me he'd be right back and walked out of the room.
I then sat as my earlier friend walked past the room and stared in at me like the little scavenger he is. Finally Ronnie took my credit card, with a smile and no thought of how this charge was likely to decrease my chances in life and increase thoughts of suicide.
As i walked out Ronnie said "drive carefully". I wanted to punch him in his fucking face..
I'm never going to be able to financially survive on my own.
I need to win the lottery.
Stat.
Life costs too much.