I know I haven't written in awhile, mostly because my life has been ridiculously boring. Not so this week.
On Monday, I found out my hours at my job were cut down by 33%. Because I work for such a small company, I wanted to let them know I was looking for a job so that they could just have a heads up. I've learned my lesson. Employers don't like it when employees decide to leave. This loss of hours will cut my monthly income significantly, so I promptly freaked out. I sobbed the rest of the day and spent Tuesday in a depressive fit filled with sobbing, food, and submitting applications everywhere I could. I was considering staying at both my jobs until grad school in the fall, but that option has obviously been removed, so finding another job became very important.
On Thursday, Brian went to the doctor. He'd be having headaches and sinus problems. Like we expected, his nasal polyps are back. The doctor started him on steroids and nasal flushes to try to shrink them without surgery, but he's likely going to need surgery soon regardless. Thank goodness for insurance because this is a $10,000 surgery we're talking about. $10,000 to pick a nose. I should have gotten into that business.
On Saturday, I went to a tutoring place on a whim with my resume. They were thrilled that I was there... apparently they've been looking for someone just like me to tutor kids in English and reading for the ACT. It pays well and would be almost full time in the summer. I'm 90% sure I've got a job there. I'm going to verify that when I go in on Monday to take the ACT again. Yes, I get to take the ACT again. It's got to be better than the GRE, right? Also on Saturday, we went over to my parents' house to do taxes. Guess who's getting almost $3,000 back for taxes? That's right... us. Being married rocks.
But the really exciting thing happened on the way home. We were approaching an intersection. You all already know where this is going. We didn't have a stop sign, but the perpendicular road did. Brian and I both saw a car approaching the stop sign, and we actually even slowed down to make sure they were stopping. As the car slowed down considerably, we both thought they were stopping. But they pulled a rolling California stop and then punched it through the intersection right as we were approaching. Luckily, Brian was able to slam on the brakes and swerve so instead of t-boning them, we basically just smashed the front corners of our cars together. We still got shoved into the stop sign and totally took it out, but it could have been a lot worse.
So we got out of the car, and the people got out of the other car. They were a bunch of teenage girls who were totally freaking out. One girl looked down at her torn leggings and said, "OH MY GOSH!!! I SCRAPED MY KNEE!!! *sob sob* I SCRAPED MY KNEE!!!" It was a little funny. But here's the best part... (side story: Because I freak out when I can't find my keys, Brian is always scared that I will totally panic in an emergency. I always tell him I wouldn't, but he never really believed me.) I got out, quickly assessed the situation (no major injuries, location, etc.) and called 911. I was totally calm and told them everything they needed to know. Then I went and checked on the girls that were "hurt." There was one small bloody nose, one scraped knee, and a lot of unnecessary hyperventilating. The cops got there, and that's pretty much the end of the interesting portion of the story. The rest was just waiting in the cold forever and being tired.
So those were the interesting parts of my week... and the interesting parts of the past six months. The end.