No, Really, I Am an American

I had my six month ob today and I’m not fired! Wooo!!

So, like two weeks ago, right around the time of our party, I totally thought I lost my Nova tag. I can’t remember if I’d mentioned this before, but we have a secured building, as in you need a key card to access the floors and stuff.

As it happens, the day we went to Costco to buy stuff for the party, I put the meat we bought in my bag. Unfortunately for me, the juice/blood/red stuff leaked out into my bag. It wasn’t so much ruined, but ’twas definitely damaged. Since the bag didn’t cost me much, I just pitched it.

And with it, my Nova tag…

…or so I thought.

Turns out, it was in the pocket of my dress jacket these past two weeks! Last night, in the middle of one of my lessons, I placed my hand by the pocket and felt something. I was mildly perplexed as I couldn’t quite fathom what it could possibly be. When I pulled out my tag, I wanted to laugh…but I was in the middle of a grammar lesson. Instead, I tapped on the glass that separated Mike and me and showed him the tag — my Kuya having knowledge of my supposed folly.

I was highly amused.

So, today, I was glad to finally be able to access the floors without having to wait for someone else to use their card. On the 15th Floor, the door was already open, but when I tried to use it on the 14th nothing happened.

Great.

My card had been deactivated somehow, I did report it lost, after all. So I have to get a new tag anyway.

Bummer for jessi.

But not fired.

So, I guess, things have turned out. I have discovered that the crush I had was unfounded and that I am not fired. Hell, I even worked two extra lessons tonight. And I got my books stolen by Alex. It was highly amusing to me because he is starting to pick up on my mischief.

How old am I? *proudly hold up four finger* I’m this many! *grin*