New Job Coach

After much discussion with my family, we've decided to drop my current job coach and provider in favor of a group that focuses on people with autism. Let's hope they can help me.

Eddie Bauer shot in the foot

Why do I always shoot myself in the foot? Today, I went to an interview at Eddie Bauer. The road that enters the building was closed for construction so I had to circle around to find the entrance. I was so late, how late? About a half an hour late!!
Thankfully, they were understanding. Apparently their own employees have been confused by the detour signs.
But that's not why I shot myself in the foot.
I was caught off-guard by the interviewer.
She was so nice, she started talking about what her kids watch on TV and I went along with her and got off course. I did manage to steer the conversation back on course but then I started talking about an interview I had where I was late. I don't remember the details, it all happened so fast. One second I'm telling how good I am and the next I'm talking about how I was late for an interview. Somehow I had mixed up and said that I had been late for an interview once. I combined how I was late with the Eddie Bauer interview with an old interview.
How the heck did I get to that point?!?
Better still, what was I saying???
I restated myself that I had gotten to the interview early. I saved myself and hopefully they'll want to hire me. It's a seasonal job, but I really want that PS4...and pay off some bills.

New Job coach?

I may be getting a new job coach soon. We're dumping the old one in favor of a newer group that specializes in autistic people. One thing I'm sick of though is empty promises. I've been to two different job placement places for disabled people for nearly three years now and I've gotten maybe one job out of them. Most of the jobs I got I found myself. How are they helping me find a job if I find most of them. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the help they've given me with my resume work, but I tired of them promising me that they'll find me jobs only to end up without a job for months on end.
On a related note, I've got an interview with Eddie Bauer, guess who did the work for that? (I'm pretty sure it was me...)

School Goals

In school, everyone has goals. Some want to me class president, others want to be captain of the football team. Me? I wanted my science teacher to hit me with a book. Let me explain.

When I was in middle school I heard this story circulating around school. Apparently someone had gotten the science teacher to throw an encyclopedia at him for making her angry. As I learned more, the legend started to evaporate and the facts became clear. The student had actually made her laugh so hard that she threw a pamphlet at him.

I decided that that's what I would do to cement myself in my school's history. I would be the second person to get a book thrown at them.

I believe I was in seventh grade at the time and the teacher, we'll call her Mrs. Bolt wouldn't be teaching me science until eighth grade. I waited for my chance to tease her. Mrs. Bolt wasn't a serious person at all, just the opposite. She was smart, witty and had a good sense of humor about her. She wouldn't put up with any crap of course. That's where I would strike.

I tried various methods of teasing her like interrupting her, fake-reading her mail and other methods to get her to laugh.

I finally got somewhere in eighth grade when I made an off-hand comment as she was passing the rows. I suddenly felt someone whack my head with a book. I saw Mrs. Bolt pass me smiling slightly. I was finally getting somewhere.

Finally, in the ninth grade, I won.

I don't remember what I said to her but it was funny enough for her to launch a small book at me from her desk. The book landed with a twack on the floor and everyone laughed. Even though the book didn't hit me, I thought I had made myself a legendary joker in school.

Today, I doubt anyone in my school remembers the incident, even my teacher. Who knows, maybe my memory is so bad I made up pieces of the story. But I do remember loving Mrs. Bolt, and I do remember she wacked me on the head. I may not be famous, but at least I got her to laugh.