today has been a day that should definitely be a chapter in the book about my awkward life. i worked kennel this morning and was so excited when i was chosen to make a starbucks run. i usually live for these kinds of days. today, however, when i ordered becca's oatmeal, i was asked what kind of toppings i wanted on it. i have never eaten oatmeal in my life, thus i don't know what type of things people put in it, so i responded with "all of them". the starbucks man, who by the way was extremely scary and unfriendly and had everything on his face pierced, said "you can't have all of them", which seemed unfair to me because they only offered fruit, nuts, or maple sugar. so i chose fruit, and when i gave the oatmeal to becca, she looked like she wanted to punch me in the face. i retreated to the kitchen to drink my iced coffee (or more like chug my iced coffee), and becca came in there to inform me that she had called starbucks to yell at the man, and i had to go back to retrieve the nuts and maple sugar because there was no way she was going to eat the oatmeal without it. walking back into starbucks to be greeted unfriendily by the scary man was the hardest thing i've ever had to do.
i got home from work at 11 and decided instead of taking a nap today, i was going to get shit done. i called kaiser to yell at them for repeatedly calling me every day to tell me that i missed my appointment, because i didn't. i also told them that i wasn't going to fax them my blood work because they did the blood tests themselves and they had the results. i'm too embarassed to ever go back there again.
then i called the law offices of dumbo jones, as my uncle/dad refers to him , who is the lawyer that did my adoption (and took 3 months to file the papers), and told him i would like to come in to sign my name change papers in front of a notary. so i went over there at 1pm, just like i had told them. obviously i was late because there was traffic on main street, where i took a picture of 3 construction men who were standing around with shovels, and then had to drive away real fast because they saw me taking the picture and i thought for sure they were going to hit my car with their shovels. i got to dumbo jone's office at 1:05, and they had no idea who i was. finally, the receptionist said "oh, you're the adopted girl." i told him yes i was the adopted girl, and i am very sensitive about it and don't appreciate that nickname, even though i actually am not sensitive about it and i tell everybody i know that i got adopted, and that's a great nickname, but who does that? finally the notary came out, and she was not very friendly. i looked over the papers and corrected dumbo jones spelling errors, which he didn't appreciate, but i don't appreciate having a lawyer that makes spelling errors in court orders. i signed the papers and she made me a copy which i planned to frame before i lost it (i think it's probably in the elevator somewhere). i hope somebody doesn't steal my new identity.
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