Today has not been overwhelmingly good.
I overslept again this morning — shocking, I know — and got to my internship an hour and fifteen minutes later. I just hate doing that; I feel like I disappoint people when I can’t be fabulous at everything. I know they all like me and that my supervisor is impressed with my work, but disappointing people is one of my greatest fears.
Moving on, it has become all too apparent that this trip to Canada is becoming the trip from hell. I was originally informed that the trip would cost just under three thousand dollars. However, what I was not told is that the original amount of money does not include transportation to and from Canada OR the cost of a passport. That’s an extra six hundred-ish that I was not anticipating spending on this darn trip. When I thought the trip was only going to cost me three thousand-ish, I had plenty of money to spend and have for the summer until I started working again. Now … not so much. And the job I applied for at the radio station? Still haven’t heard anything about it. I’m going to talk to the person in charge of hiring people on Friday, but if I don’t get this job, I’m going to be flat broke by the end of the semester. And I cannot afford that, y’all. I have bills! I have a life! I am just so sad at the idea of being broke … I have always been incredibly responsible with my money — I stick to buying things I need and the occasional splurge, and I hate spending LOTS of money at once. — and this is just … ugh.
Long story short, I think I’m going to have to take out a small loan. If I don’t get this job, I’m not going to be able to pay my insurance in July. I’m not going to be able to do anything but sit at my parents’ house. The loan money would at least allow me to pay my insurance, and I suppose if it came down to it, I could go back to sandwich making, but that is not at all something I want. Let’s just pray that I get this job at the station (and get to start working soon!) AND that my mystery internship interview goes well on Friday.
Oh, and speaking of the trip from hell, little ol’ me is going to be braving the exciting and terrifying world of a new country all by herself. The boy who was supposed to go with me can’t go in May, and I am heartbroken. I don’t know how I can handle it alone. After this day, right now, in this moment, I hate my French professor a little bit for completely misleading me about this trip. What. A. Jerk.
Okay, I’m going to go read my new issue of Vanity Fair and maybe finally buy my plane tickets to Canada.
1 Comment
March 22, 2007 at 2:58 pm
Plane tickets are a good thing. Things will work out. They will.