More work, less daytime tv

It's a weird feeling, walking into the CDL DMV (that's the DMV for gnarly truckers...and bus drivers) and being surrounded by worn blue jeans, weathered t-shirts, worker jackets and trucker hats, while I wear my North Face boots with the faux fur top lining, favorite Joe's trouser jeans, H&M bomber jacket with my collection of Jimmy Eat World buttons, Kylie sunglasses, lip gloss a-popping, and my favorite blue crocheted beanie cap. I felt a little overdressed and slightly underaged. The last part because the other women who worked in the place were all tshirts/flannel shirts/tattered jeans and I-don't-have-time-to-fuss-with-my hair. I felt like perhaps I didn't take it as seriously as they did, that I didn't quite understand yet that in this male-dominated environment you gotta come off tough or they'll eat you alive.

Or maybe I was just thinking too much about it since it was 9am and the DMV always leads to boredom, which in turn leads to random thoughts.

At any rate, I have my beautiful license in hand, the big bold CDL planted firmly across the top and I feel badass. It took me two months of training and two tries at the final test to get it right, and I made it happen. My driving might still be a little questionable (ask the many curbs I slam while making a right-hand turn) but it's tolerable.

To celebrate my passing of the final test, Halbastram took me out to Hooters for dinner. This is our usual celebratory destination. We sort of have a unique relationship with the manager, which hasn't quite reached the "free food" level yet. But, one step at a time. Our relationship with this man is simply based on the fact that he remembers us, even if we don't stop by for over a month. We're a very odd pair, so we're easily recognized at most places that we frequent, and even places that we don't. Once we were in the grocery store and this guy goes, "hey! you guys haven't been by the restaurant in a while." I was so confused and I had absolutely no idea who this guy was. But Halbastram remembered him. He worked at the Taco Bell up the road which, yes, we had stopped going to for a while since I was trying out the "domestic" side of our relationship. I would soon find out later that 80% of the staff at said Taco Bell knew who we were. Now, I don't want to get into a whole thing about "perhaps you two were going there way too much" so I'm just going to move on, since I was off-topic anyway...

So now I will be officially employed next week. No more Maury paternity tests. No more Tyra advice for teens. I'll have to actually be somewhere of importance at 2 in the afternoon. That'll be an adjustment. I had just started to cement my afternoons to my liking. But now that I'm making money, I can finally take that trip to Cali I've been dreaming of...or, I can get a bad-ass iPad. Or I can pay the electricity bill. Ugh, responsibility is a drag sometimes...