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Dec. 20th, 2002 02:04 pmSent my check for the extra $158.45 to Kean. Actually, I sent them a check for $160 to see how they reacted. Probably I will have the money credited to my next semester, but I don't really care; altogether it adds up to $460 and that will, hopefully, SHUT KEAN UP.
Went to Target at lunchtime. Had extra change in pocket both going into and coming out of store, so it got dumped in the Salvos' bucket. Man, I might be running on empty financially, but I live with my parents and I always have enough to eat, enough to wear, a roof over my head, a job to go back to, and health care. The Salvos were kind to my grandfather during the Second World War, when Secretary of War Stimson stuck his head so far up his ass that he could probably see his tonsils*; they deserve something for that, even if it's only a few coins when I pass their buckets...
Got Grandma on my dad's side a Sarah Michaels body and bath lotion pack. Dunno if it'll go over entirely well; she has MS and I don't think she takes baths so much as controlled showers, but I hope the lotion will be something. She always seems to have dry skin. Grandpa got a big fuzzy four piece dog toy because he always always always brings their pet poodle to family gatherings, etc. At least he can play with the dog with it.
Still nothing for my other grandparents, but I am not seeing them tomorrow at 1 PM, so I will not worry about them just yet.
Oh! Slight pip to improve my mood: I got mistaken for a doctor in Target. I was looking at some clocks (and wondering exactly how I had gotten to the point where reaching for a clock prompted a mental yelp and 'no, you can't give a clock as a gift because of the resemblance to the word for death' - I mean geez, I only learned about that on Wednesday!) when I heard this little voice say 'whoa, Doctor!' I blinked and turned around; there was a boy of perhaps six or seven sitting on the nearby display, kinda staring, his mom nearby. I was wearing my Red Cross jacket with the Great Big Emblem on the back. I laughed and told him I wasn't a doctor, I just taught first aid; his mom laughed. I told him not everyone who wears that mark was a doctor, it just means they help people, and that seemed to be enough... It was a nice little perk, though. There was a time when I wanted to be an MD. It was cool.
*Stimson was approached by the British, who complained that their aid agencies' clubs for soldiers were having Real Problems - they charged soldiers for stuff, but the American Red Cross gave donuts and coffee away for free. Did Stimson make consoling noises and conciliatory gestures? No. The jerk told the American Red Cross to start charging our soldiers for stuff too or else Congress would yank their charter. We've been dealing with the fallout ever since. This could not be imposed on the Salvos because the Salvation Army is a religion.
Went to Target at lunchtime. Had extra change in pocket both going into and coming out of store, so it got dumped in the Salvos' bucket. Man, I might be running on empty financially, but I live with my parents and I always have enough to eat, enough to wear, a roof over my head, a job to go back to, and health care. The Salvos were kind to my grandfather during the Second World War, when Secretary of War Stimson stuck his head so far up his ass that he could probably see his tonsils*; they deserve something for that, even if it's only a few coins when I pass their buckets...
Got Grandma on my dad's side a Sarah Michaels body and bath lotion pack. Dunno if it'll go over entirely well; she has MS and I don't think she takes baths so much as controlled showers, but I hope the lotion will be something. She always seems to have dry skin. Grandpa got a big fuzzy four piece dog toy because he always always always brings their pet poodle to family gatherings, etc. At least he can play with the dog with it.
Still nothing for my other grandparents, but I am not seeing them tomorrow at 1 PM, so I will not worry about them just yet.
Oh! Slight pip to improve my mood: I got mistaken for a doctor in Target. I was looking at some clocks (and wondering exactly how I had gotten to the point where reaching for a clock prompted a mental yelp and 'no, you can't give a clock as a gift because of the resemblance to the word for death' - I mean geez, I only learned about that on Wednesday!) when I heard this little voice say 'whoa, Doctor!' I blinked and turned around; there was a boy of perhaps six or seven sitting on the nearby display, kinda staring, his mom nearby. I was wearing my Red Cross jacket with the Great Big Emblem on the back. I laughed and told him I wasn't a doctor, I just taught first aid; his mom laughed. I told him not everyone who wears that mark was a doctor, it just means they help people, and that seemed to be enough... It was a nice little perk, though. There was a time when I wanted to be an MD. It was cool.
*Stimson was approached by the British, who complained that their aid agencies' clubs for soldiers were having Real Problems - they charged soldiers for stuff, but the American Red Cross gave donuts and coffee away for free. Did Stimson make consoling noises and conciliatory gestures? No. The jerk told the American Red Cross to start charging our soldiers for stuff too or else Congress would yank their charter. We've been dealing with the fallout ever since. This could not be imposed on the Salvos because the Salvation Army is a religion.
