My handwriting suddenly got exceedingly bad today. Made filling out my job application a bit of a challenge.
Earlier I came up with some other subject line, but I forgot it, thus the new one.
I spent much of the day with Alanna, Katrina, and Bill. It was good to see them again. And, I need to see more people in general. We spent much of the day sitting down to a meal. We also stopped by the Pharmacy Board office so that I could pick up my application, which I shall return tomorrow. Then we went to see Katrina's new house. Well, her mom's house, I suppose. It's way out on the very edge of town, and you can see the whole city from the backyard. Downtown Albuquerque looks like just a small cluster of (somewhat) tall buildings. After that was dinner at Katrina's grandparents' house. While we were there, a storm started. Quite a bit of lightning, and we got to see a bunch of it pretty close.
After getting home, I finally went through a stack of stuff that has been sitting on my desk for most of the summer. And I finally cleared out from my backpack a bunch of mail that I had brought with me to go through. Some of it was bank stuff, so I spent a bunch of time going through that. I've decided that, no matter what the hell my dad thinks, I'm going to get my own credit card. I need to start working on my own credit, and I've gotten several offers this summer. Plus, I'm about to start making some pretty good money. (I'm so excited about that!) The card offer I'm going with is one from Discover. It's a good one; the same Katrina has, and she likes it. It was looking like the best to me too. Sure, Discover isn't everywhere the way Visa is, but my check card is a Visa. It's definitely high time I took care of my own finances.
Of course, I don't know how my dad will react to that. He better take it well. I'm damn near 20 years old; legally, I'm an adult and have been for a while. My dad just refuses to acknowledge that. My mother is coming to terms with it quite well, I think, though she does harp on it quite a bit that I'm about to turn 20 and have gotten through a year of college. Speaking of my dad, he's been poking into my business all day. Came up to my room a couple times to ask questions, some of which he'd asked before, and to peer suspiciously around my room a bit. Saw the envelope from Multnomah County on my desk and asked if I'd answered my jury summons yet. Yes, I did! And really, what business is it of his? I can take care of my own shit, thanks. I'm not stupid. I suspect that one of the reasons my dad has told me, "You don't need a credit card," is because he doesn't trust me to be responsible and therefore thinks that I'll go crazy with it. No. I'll hardly use it at all; this is for purposes of a credit history, which is necessary anymore. But who knows if he'll see it that way? The man drives me crazy.
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