Annie transferred N dollars to my bank account today, to pay one of my credit card bills. That's the number that I told her, even though it was actually N dollars and 60 cents. Since I'm too pathetic to have enough money in my account to cover that 60 cents, I had to deposit $1 into an ATM today. "Is your broke ass seriously depositing $1 in me right now?" says the ATM. Fuck you, ATM.
Ever wonder how well you'd do if you got to take those standardized, high school tests again? It just so happens that I got to retake the English/Reading section of the ACT today. I went to an interview at a tutoring place. They specialize in ACT/SAT tutoring, but also teach classes in the subjects. I went there to be a math tutor, but they asked if I was comfortable teaching the english/verbal skills, also, since it would get me more hours. They offered to give me an old test, to see how I would do now. I agreed, and took it on the spot. I'll get the score on Monday. Let's hope I at least score better than 17-yr-old RoB. I highly doubt that I'll take the tutoring position, since they want me to give up the rest of my weekends through June. No thanks.
While walking to pick up Annie, I saw a homeless lady in a fur coat wrestle away a cane from a fellow homeless man. He looked like he could really use the cane afterward. I thought I was done with funny homeless incidents after moving out of homeless alley in L.A. Apparently not.