I finally went ahead and transferred $2,393.61 from my Bank of America savings account to my checking account. I left the minimum $1500 in savings to keep my checking free.
And from there, I transferred $1,393.61 to my ING account.
I held $1000 back because my co-workers were registering for a course that our PI was supposed to pay for, but they couldn't find him in time. So who's Ms. MoneyBags in case they had to throw down a check anyway?
Yours truly, apparently. 
That is just wrong on so many different levels.
Thank goodness I didn't actually have to loan them the money. Actually, I would have been loaning my boss money. How weird is that? And it's not a trivial amount, too.
Anyway, after work, I attended an International Student Welcome Dinner with two labmates. I would be getting a free meal, and all I had to do was...pretend to be an international student. It was amusing and rather stressful, because although I knew I looked the part, I also knew that if I spoke one lick of English, my perfect American accent would give me away instantaneously.
So I did a lot of smiling, nodding, enthusiastic gesticulating, and fakely-accented single syllabic responses. Anything to convince people that I wanted to communicate, I was trying to, but I couldn't speak enough English to carry on a full conversation.
Yeah, it was pretty hilarious. 
The food was good, though, and totally worth it--eggplant parmesian, salad, and pizza. And I got to take home a free box of donuts because they had too much left over. Score!
Then, I went to B&N to read. I finished half of Rich Dad Poor Dad. Fascinating book, I'll need more time to absorb it.
On the way home, I passed by a help wanted sign. Didn't have the guts to go in and ask about it, though. Why am I such a wuss?? I guess I just hate confronting people (this is why I retreat to the internet). I just freeze up and end up talking myself out of it.
Maybe next weekend, when the SO visits, I'll have him accompany me as I go door-to-door. That might, like, actually force me to go inside and ask.
I'm also thinking of getting certified as an EMT, and then doing that as my part-time nights and weekends job. All this, because I'm afraid to walk into a store and ask about their help wanted sign.
Self-confidence? What self-confidence?
Yesterday was an interesting day
September 23rd, 2006 at 09:13 pm
September 23rd, 2006 at 10:06 pm 1159049215
Congrats on your free meal
September 23rd, 2006 at 10:23 pm 1159050199
September 24th, 2006 at 01:02 am 1159059737
JanH: I've always known that I'm highly introverted, and I know I get social anxiety, but I never thought I might have it to the extent where it becomes a pathological disorder.
I generally do all right in situations where I *have* to confront someone, but I'm invariably less articulate than I am when it's in my head, in writing, or with friends. Very frustrating.
When facing something that's possibly voluntary, like in the aforementioned situation... I flee. Urg.
~mimi