In the Meantime
I've been working on a post about the month of May for the past three months because that's who I am as a human being. I want my posts to be concise, meaningful, and structured. I want to be proud of what I write and post here. But, in the meantime, I'll just give you a quick update with a few gripes here and there.
Never visit the DMV in Alabama.
Trying to get my license and tags has a been a nightmare that I've shared with Vanessa for a while now. First, Vanessa went to a DMV in a location that shall not be named (coughArkadelphiacough) where she stated that she needed to get her license transferred. The woman who was working there looked her straight in the face and said, "Look around you! Do you really think that's gonna happen today?!" Question mark. Exclamation point.
Needless to say, Vanessa left without getting her new license at that point. As we've tried to correct this problem we've run into more and more problems. We went to a license branch that said they couldn't transfer our licenses. They sent us to another branch. At that branch there were only 3 people working in the back so we sat there for about two or three hours before our ticket numbers were called. Oh, I also forgot to mention that we couldn't get our registration and tags at this branch, only the license. At least the staff were nice there.
So, after waiting in a room filled with people complaining (rightfully so) about how awful the DMV experience was, we had to go somewhere else and wait in line again...30 minutes away. It's been quite the adventure.Being the president of an organization, no matter how small, is a tremendous amount of work.
I was elected president of an organization here on campus. Trying to keep up with all the dates, people, and duties is hard work. I have been humbled by the amount of information that I don't know. My officers ask me questions that I don't know the answers to. But I guess that's part of the process at this point. I'm just trying very hard to organize everything as best as I can. We have sooooo many events that we hold as an organization, that we collaborate on, and that we must attend in order to keep our funding and such. I'm trying my best with this, but it's definitely a source of anxiety.Punching the clock is for losers.
We had a change at work that requires me to log into a system and punch in and out of work. I suppose that wouldn't be so bad, but I have to log in from a computer at my work (can't do it on my phone) and the damn thing takes 3-5 minutes to load my time card. I. Hate. It.
We also had an e-mail service switch that's been driving me up the wall. I can't get my work e-mail on my phone anymore which has really put a damper on my communication abilities as the president of a small organization. I'll have to remember to give out my personal e-mail.This wasn't in the fine print when I was signing the contract to be a responsible adult.
My sister and I tried to organize a get together to celebrate my super amazing brother who qualified to compete in the Iron Man World Championship in Australia. It kind of fell through at the last minute because we all have adult lives, so it was rescheduled. Of course, I don't think I'll be able to go because I picked up a Saturday gig that has a tight schedule (and I need the money). I've considered compiling a list of events and adventures that I've missed because of adulthood. But I'm pretty sure it would stop being funny after about the 5th thing on the list at which point it would become a terrifying nosedive into the sorrow of reality.
