an expensive lesson

If my blog were facebook and I were a really annoying person who spoke in third person, this is what my long-winded status update would be:

Hanna got lost of her way to the park at 7am this morning, spending every last penny of her money on the toll roads (literally, she was digging under her seat for pennies), until she ran out of money and got pulled over after the 5th toll, and received 3 tickets -- one for not paying the toll, one for not having proof of insurance (Can I forward you the email?), and one for driving with an expired tag (What's a tag?) which just expired. The sheriff then gave her better directions to the park and sent her on her way with a "I hope your day gets better." It did -- she made it to the park, albeit an hour behind schedule, and completed her 14 mile run in under 2 hours, even though she forgot her water bottle. Yay.

And then I would tell the whole story again in my blog with a few more details. Thankfully, I don't have to pay the $134 ticket for the toll since it was a warning (because I was sweet as pie or the sheriff pitied my soul). Also, as soon as I got home from running, which took forty minutes, but I successfully avoided all toll roads, I mailed in proof of insurance and paid the other two fines. I needed that kick in the ass, I suppose. An insurance card is now *in my car* and I am going to get a new Florida license plate next week. PLATE, as in singular. Florida only has one plate, in the back. It looks like all the cars are topless.

Times like these I admonish myself for being so irresponsible, and then I go running and talk to myself in my head getting all in a tizzy until I can't run or think anymore.

Good thing I'll be rolling in it soon with my part time job, considering my $124 lesson....

Living and learning and paying big bucks,
Hanna

UN-unemployed

My nappy nap was rudely interrupted by a phone call this afternoon. It was my new boss informing me that I passed my background checks (whew!) and thus am no longer unemployed, marking the end of my very well-rested era. Praise goodness. Just wait -- in week or two I'm going to start bitching about how much I hate my job. I kid, I kid. I can stop whining now.

Yay!

just another day

I had my pre-employment drug test today -- what a doozy. I got stage fright and was unable to pee. This never happens. I have a small bladder; I always have to pee. I relate to every over-active bladder medicine commercial targeted towards senior citizens loosing control of their faculties. My issues are such that Eugenio bought me Depends as an anniversary gift. Then again, I also always have issues with pee tests. The employment gods must enjoy messing with me.

After an awkward silent four minutes with the nurse standing outside the bathroom door, I handed over my cup with a mere drop or two of a pee. Sorry, I couldn't go, I said with embarrassment. I felt like a criminal for no reason. I had to sit in the dr's office for an hour as if I were in time out until I was able to produce an overflowing cup-o-pee....which I eventually handed over --thank god (I was seriously praying for pee) -- an hour later, along with the last fibre of my dignity. All's well that ends well.

In other news, I signed up for the Disney World Marathon and I have marathon fever again. Eugenio graciously agreed to run with me last weekend at one of the few (only?) trails I've been able to locate in Orlando. Word to the wise: bear in mind that I never know what I'm talking about or where I'm going, so if you run a "should be about a 5 mile loop" with me, be prepared for an 11 mile back and forth run. Eugenio was a trooper. At least now he knows that he can run a half marathon. I always tell him he can, and he doubts my logic: if you can run 4 miles, you can run 13.1. Now, hopefully, "if you can run 11 miles, you can run 13.1 miles" is more believable. Gimme a call if you want to test your limits. ; D