First Day of College...

Turns out everything my parents ever taught me about safety and strangers went out the window when I moved to college.  Whoops!  My very first day was going so well, I woke up only 5 minutes late and I got to class only 20 minutes early.  Totes perf.  I got back to the apartment and started chilling/adjusting to the new lifestyle (making my bed, keeping my shoes in one spot, limiting my snack intake, etc.) when the door bell rang.  Whoo! Visitors!  Fun, right?!  I get to the door to find a semi-short black guy (I'm not racist).  He was quite the sweet talker... asking if I wanted to help him win a trip to Europe n junk.  He said something along the lines of "put a goo' word in fo' me"so I'm thinking, "sweet! I just have to vote for the guy online, er, whatere".

He kind of invited himself in and started having me pick children's books (?  <---- don't worry, that's what I thought too) I picked a few and he wrote down my selections.  Then he started saying things like "pretty lady" and a bunch of bologna like that while he handed me a receipt for $235!!  If you've just died inside (and outside) then you reacted much like I did.   In fact, tears started coming to my eyes as I realized there goes anything and everything I've worked for. :(  He saw my reaction and told me not to worry, I could use the "process of E-limnation" and pick only the book I wanted (it wasn't even for me... it was for a "charity") which actually only cost $72.  Oh joy.  I still felt like throwing up.  He asked for cash.  All I had was a check, I don't carry around wads of $72! Is that so crazy?!  Now, don't think I'm an idiot or anything, but I went and got the man a check!  I gave it to him in a moment of weakness!  It was all a blur and I felt like I really had no other choice!

After the guy robbed me with meh eyes wide open, I called my mom (she solves everything) and she was telling me all sorts of things I've heard before about how unsafe it was and how you never give checks/money/your soul to strangers.  We stopped by the bank on our way home from a Temple Open House and stopped the check.  Solid.  Only took $25 instead of the nasty pants $72.

I felt instantly better....almost... I still had to go back to my apartment and college life...and my new job.  Ugh.  It was the worst!  Calling people and asking for their opinion about junk!  If I wanted their opinion I would straight up ask their face!  Not call them from the other side of the stinkin' country!  One lady didn't even understand my "accent".  To clear things up here, she's the one with the unreasonable accent.  Anyway, that's not the point.  The point is this:  my mom even helped me quit the new job!  Victory!  I technically hadn't even started that yet... all I went to was training.  But the training was enough for me to realize that call centers are not the place for this girl.

After all of that, I feel like I learned so so much!  And it wasn't even from the classes.  I learned not to let strangers in the house, although I did let 3 guys in a few nights later that I thought were my neighbors... not so.  But that's another story for another time.  I also learned that a crappy job will cause too much stress.  Not that I would really know....

Well, that's about it for my first go at any type of a blog.. Galaxtar out.