help me out said the minnow to the trout
Ever have those days where you're so stressed that everything, especially the stressful things, makes you laugh? *groans* I'm coming down from my giggles now and it's making me want to hide under the covers. Or hide in fan fic, but I'm too tired to even write.
So okay, I've mentioned the anxiety thing before…so today I went to find a doctor in the area that I could go to. Everywhere I've tried has a three or four month wait and requires a preliminary visit to go over generic health shit with the doctor before any kind of consultation about meds can even take place. I may have a lead on another place that I can try, but they won't answer the damn phone. UGH. So yea…great fucking times there.
Then, I decide that I need to work something out AGAIN with my loan companies because 200-300 bucks on fucking school loans is starting to rape me up the ass hardcore style. Begging two different companies for deferment plans is not the most fun way to spend an afternoon, but I worked on it.
I also spent some time looking at what sorts of things can score someone cancellation of their loans.
Me: I could join the military. It would get rid of my loans.
Dad: You would never survive the military.
Me: Why not?
Dad: Just takes a special kind of person. You're not tough enough.
Me: So like you. But not me?
Dad: Right. [pause] No offense.
Me: Oh no no, none taken. Not at all.
Dad: Well, you could maybe be an Officer in the service because you have a college degree.
Me: Would I have to kill people?
Dad: You'd have to call a Navy recruiter and find out.
Me: You know, I don't think I'd want to join a service to defend a country that doesn't recognize me as a citizen worthy of full, equal rights. I don't want to be a legal assassin for this country for a military I kinda don't support.
Dad: Your prerogative.
Me: [pause] Would I have to know how to swim to be in the Navy?
Dad: Yup.
Me: Shit.
[later]
Me: What if I joined the Peace Corps?
Dad: No.
Me: I could be a firefighter!
Dad: No.
Me: Oh oh I could be a librarian…or I could die…well, no, scratch that. I could be a teacher of high-risk kids?
Dad: You're sort of on that track already. So you can just do what you're already doing and you'll get there.
Me: But it's way funnier to think that I could be a corrections officer in a prison like on Bad Girls and it would be way cool like on the show.
Dad: Uhhh…
Me: Or not…
Dad: So it's settled. If you don't have a full time job teaching by December 31st, you're going into the military.
My brain hurts :(