No Diabetes Classes/Socializing/Possibly Fake Numbered?
This morning was really good. I got up around 7am and decided that I was gonna stay up despite being very tired. No big deal, right? Right. I claimed 28 minute file from dear Rev to work on. I figured I’d get it done well in time for my Diabetes education class over at the Humana office.
So after my bowl of Cheerios sans sugar and with skim/fat free milk, I sat down and began to transcribe. I took me from 8 to around 11 to finish. Not bad for me for a 28 minute file. That means I did more typing that I did taking a break. Which also means I’m getting more comfortable with the editor. But it also helped that I was familiar with the subject, a woman named Alma. I had done an interview of hers a couple of weeks ago and gotten a 5/5 on it. This file, by the way, didn’t get graded. They sent it directly to the client, so they must have been happy with what I’ve done. Or maybe it was because they recognized I’d done that client before. Who really knows. I have yet to figure the whys and whens of the grading thing.
So as I was wrapping up my transcribing for the day, Mom poked her head in the ask if I was still going to my Humana thing. I said yes, since it wasn’t raining. What I didn’t say was that I was taking Blueberry (my new laptop) with me and planned to write while I had time since she had to be dropped off early to get her nails done. I just slipped her into my backpack with the plug and my earbuds.
So I had Dad drop me off at Books-A-Million after a quick stop into CVS to pick up my 4 prescriptions. I bought Virals (Virals #1) by Kathy and Brendan Reichs for exactly $5.10. I had deliberately hoarded that 5.00 from Bingo last just so I could take advantage of the bargain section. They’ve had some great deals on YA books lately and I always try to get away with spending as little as I can on books. ROFL (especially since i found out that only the top selling authors seem to make the most money. Even though a lot of the authors I read are NYT Best Selling in that category, some of them aren’t, and as someone who has tried and failed to succeed as an author, I try to support them all.)
After that, it was time to head over to Humana. Normally, I don’t mind the walk. It’s actually not that far. But with the humidity that Florida has been experiencing when it isn’t raining, it was absolutely miserable. I probably drank more than half of my water bottle by the time I made it back to the Humana Center.
Guess what? You had to sign up for the class. Guess who didn’t realize that? That’s right. Me. So guess who had to trudge all the way back to the Books A Million because I didn’t wanna call my Daddy C and tell him I screwed up. Because he goes on and on when you make mistakes. He doesn’t mean it to be mean or anything, but he is a talker, and I was so pissed off about it already, I just didn’t wanna hear extra chastising. I was being hard enough of on myself.
I did; however, call my mother and tell her what happened. When I told her not to tell Daddy what happened, apparently, I was on speaker phone and the nail salon thought i was funny. So I told her come get me when she and Daddy were done with their lunch and that I would be hanging out at Books-A-Million. That done,I started my trek that wasn’t technically a trek but for the humidity back BAM!. (I’m sure by now you guys will figure out that BAM means Books-A-Million so that’s what I’m gonna refer to it as now.) Once I returned to the book store, I scouted for a plug. At first I was bummed because the seat where I normally sit was taken. And in the cafe proper, it is the only table near the only plug. Then I got adventurous and looked under the bar at the cafe counter. Perfect they had power strips running along it so I plugged in there and sat and began to write.
Not long after that, two kids came into the cafe. One had a shirt that I thought was a Supernatural shirt, but it was still pretty funny. Next thing I know, we’re all talking about anime, conventions, and everything. The guy who’d made my iced caramel machiato suddenly chimes in, and a three person conversation suddenly became 4. By the time the two were ready to leave, we were exchanging phone numbers. Yay! I got new friends.
After they leave, me and barrista guy kept talking about old school anime and gaming. He apparently doesn’t like Ernest Cline, author of Ready Player One, or Orson Scott Card because of their personal views on various things. I tend to separate/disassociate professionals in the entertainment industry when it comes to their personal belief/ actions. I’ve gotten a lot of flack for that in the past, but that’s just how I am. It’s like judging someone work based on who they are, and not on whether or not the work is good. Of course, I can respect that others don’t feel the same way I do. We can’t all be the same. The world would be so boring.
When the time came for me to pack up and get ready to leave, Barrista Guy and I exchanged phone numbers. Or well, I had him put his number into my phone, and then I texted the number he gave me., thinking nothing of it. That’s how me and the other two had exchanged numbers, too.
I got home, and unpacked my small backpack and discovered that my earbuds were missing. After tearing my backpack apart, calling the neighbor (since I had gone over there to give them the soup pot they asked to borrow), and checking Daddy C’s car, I texted the number Barrista Guy had given me. Since I had only left roughly 15 minutes prior, I figured if I had left them at the bar, he’d grab them, label them, and put them up front for me. I got no answer. (I’ll get back to this.) Finally, out of sheer desperation, I call the BAM! number. I ask them if they see a pill bottle with earbuds in it at the cafe bar. They do and I ask them to hold them for me until I can get back up there to get them. I’m relieved that I found them, but I’m also upset because these are my good transcribing earbuds, and while the ones I do have here at home work just as well, there is something about the clarity of these particular earbuds.
Meanwhie, back here at home, I get a reply from Barista Guy. He asks me if I left them at his house and if the phone number was a new number. Thinking maybe he misunderstood me for someone else, I explain that I was the girl at the bar with the blue laptop. Then “he” says that I must have the wrong number and apologizes. So I try and jog is memory by reminding him that was shared a love of .Hack//Sign. And then I add, after a long silence from the other end after clarifying who I was, “Unless this isn’t Barista Guy and I was fake numbered.”
After another long pause, I get this message: “Nope, sorry this is Kayla.”
I apologize profusely and then ask if she worked at BAM! ever. She says no. I then tell her that if she does know who Travis is to tell him he gave me the wrong number. I never got a response after that.
I then message my new friend and explain what happened. She believes it might have been a mistake, and that I should ask him about it the next time I see him at the store. I’m unsure. I have a hard enough time making friends outside of the computer. This just makes me feel awkward now. But I will inevitably see this guy again because I frequent BAM! at least 2-3 times a month. But in the event that it wasn’t a mistake, and he did fake number me on purpose, how can I trust him to even become friends? You know? Ugh. I guess only time will tell.
Oh, and tonight ended on such a terribly low note. Just found out that Shadowhunters has been cancelled after 3 seasons on Freeform. Our friend L believes that there will be a Season 4. The article that V sent us in Messenger says otherwise. So. We’ll have to wait and see. But I just told V that I no longer have this thing called a favorite TV show because I have too many loyalties, and also sometimes I don’t get to watch certain shows as they air. Anyway, gonna get off here. What a weird ass day. >.<