Occupying my time.

I went to county the other day and got lost. Today, I decided not to be so easily demotivated. Cliff’s been telling me to GOTO Henderson. So. I decided to do what I’d do if I were at Rutgers. Find a damn map.

“Oh. There it is.”

At Henderson, I saw signs saying to GOTO another building. So I went there. And. Hey, that was pretty easy. Filled out an application, gave the obligatory fee. I had my college transcript from Rutgers in hand, but she said it had to be unopenned. I had another unopenned one in the van just for this event. She also said I’d need a High School transcript. Amusing.

Got gas and went back to Mount Olive. Lady in guidance gave me a spare copy for my own amusement.

Went back to county and made the fun go happy. That was that.

Every time I passed Panera, I’d look to see if Melissa’s car was there. It was. I have no AC in the van, so I took a shower when I got home. I called her cell and left a message. Made some food and played some Smash Bros.

She called back, and we chatted. Turns out Erik was a little off about his assessment of the management situation. Mike did ask for a demotional transfer, because he was fed up with Scott’s bullshit. And he was denied. So, Mike said he’d quit. Unfortunately, he can’t just outright quit without a replacement. So he’s stuck there for another week or two.

She also told me Rolando put in his two weeks. Let the mass exodus begin. It all began with the firing of me, I say. *evil laughter* People can come and go, that store will not survive without hispanic power. Now, if Suzanne hadn’t thrown a fit about me flipping her off when she wasn’t looking, Rolando leaving wouldn’t be such a big deal for them. Har har.

Erik informs me that there’s to be some drunken video games at the church household. And there are people willing to pay me to bring booze. I think I’ll show up first and assess the company before I start suppling liquor.