I'm starting to wonder if I'm getting soft in my old age. Yesterday I went to the cop shop to get a criminal record check done for work, a requirement because I work with vulnerable people or deal with financial trust or some other shit that isn't, in fact, accurate. I shelve books in the Young Adult section once a week. I touch cheques a couple of times a month. Apparently my employer has decided after 4 years not to trust me and requires me to get a check or else they can fire me. So I've waited until the last minute to do it and yesterday was the day to make it happen. Were I more opposed to The Man, I would have put up more of a fight. As it stands, I've caved and allowed my employer to pry into my past criminal record.
As far as I can remember, the only times I've ever been stopped by police have been for throwing water balloons out of car windows and for driving a 1973 black Camaro that used to be orange. I am not the sort that gets belligerent with the po-po, choosing instead to run away from the law before they see me. All those parties in high school that got busted up? I ducked out the back door and jumped over the fence as soon as the police turned onto the street. Had anyone complained about the *paddywacking incidents during my formative driving years I likely would have been hauled up on assault. But they didn't.
Waiting in line, I realised I have no interest in going back there for any reason. It's a boring building and I can't see any benefit in hanging out among people who just sort of hang out there for no apparent reason. I'm sure there are loads of eligible bachelors who make visits to the police station on a regular basis, but I'm not sure we have enough in common to make a compatible match.
Yesterday I also bought a book for school, which starts in a few days. I was hoping to have a fun-filled weekend, seeing people I like before I disappear for another 4 months, but it looks like all my best intentions are moot. Cancellations, illness, double-booking... these are the sorts of things that, in two weeks or so, will make me angry and yelly, and no one will want to talk to me anymore.
So now I have to suck it up and find other things to do, like figure out if my oven will broil things because I'm getting tired of stove-top cooking. I also miss baking. It's one of the easiest ways for me to calm down and deal with stress, and I'm concerned that I'm going into my most course-heavy semester without an operational oven. On the upside, I made coconut rice and a green curry last evening that was kickass. But this has nothing to do with the oven. Maybe I should buy some yeast and see if that bread maker works... That's almost baking, right? Am I right?
Oh, I also got a haircut yesterday and it looked much better when it was fresh. Today, not so much, but will be cute again with a little work.
*Paddywacking is a summer sport that involves driving close to pedestrians along the campsite road in my hometown while wielding a plastic oar from an inflatable raft set and patting people on the bum with the oar as the car drives by. It's a developed skill because you don't want to hurt them; you just want to scare the crap out of them.
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