Things of this week, and a little bit of last week

Every bad thing that has happened to me lately seems to be the result of someone else.

One thing that I have mentioned previously is the lack of intelligence from yavapai college when it comes to sending one's transcripts to a NAU.

Well, there is another one. 

NAU!

After receiving my transcripts, they told me it would be 1-2 weeks for my diploma/institutional recommendation (which is necessary for a teaching certification)

After 2 weeks, I called again.

The lady told me it would now take 3-4 weeks.

Week 4, last week, rolled around.

Still, nothing.

So being assertive, I drove to Flagstaff. 

Straight to the Education building.

I told them I wasn't leaving without my IR.

Success.

Then, I drove to Phoenix, downtown Phoenix.

I got my certification printed up in 5 minutes.

I am a certified teacher!

After all that, it took 5 flippin minutes.

Thanks NAU.

Next. 

I almost got killed...rand over by a friggen dump truck.

Being 20 yards behind him while he is lifting the trash cans (which is so weird to watch. it scares me), seems safe, right?

No.

He began reversing.  Fast.

I panicked.

 I couldn't even figure out how to put my car in reverse.

Seriously.

After what seemed like an hour in slow motion, I figured out that my car wasn't going in reverse and that somehow I needed to signal to the doooooosh truck driver that I was there.

I hit the horn. Hard.

He slammed on his brakes a whole 5 feet in front of my car.

He got out and began yelling at me.  

I went around him and drove off.

Next time, check your mirrors, homeskillet.

Last, but not least, Hobby Lobby.

I have been redecorating my extra bedroom and was so excited to go get some glassware (50% off!!)

I got out there and found everything I wanted.

I got to the register and realized I didn't have my debit card.

I got out my checkbook like the old lady from that one commercial.

And yes, the line(s) were huge and I felt like a total idiot.

My total was $15.37, so I wrote the check.

The guy looked at it and was like,'uh, let me call the manager'.

The old manager came up, looked at the check, and in his biggest small-man voice yelled:

"We won't accept this.  It has to have your name on it and your address printed by the bank".(it just has Steven's name on it)

Usually, with my ID, they just write it in.  

They have done it there before.

I use those checks for everything.

And that's what I said.

He replied, "Nope, we won't take it. It has to be printed by the bank.  You can call my manager", as he handed me back my check and ID and pointed to the door.

Everyone stopped and watched.

I began crying. 

A couple of old ladies even offered to pay for my stuff.  

I was so embarrassed. 

I even wished I would have dropped the glass, and if he said "you have to pay for that", I would have been like, "no, my money isn't good enough for you". 

But of course, I didn't.  

My mom came to the rescue and even bought me some extra stuff:)

I guess if I was an old man who should be retired but is working at Hobby Lobby doing manual labor because I had to, I would be cranky too.

Moral of the Story(s):

Just because I sometimes might be slow, incompetent, and/or cranky, 

that doesn't mean I have to ruin someone else's day.