Herping A Social Derp

"This isn't enough, I still don't measure up, and I'm not prepared."
- Marianas Trench, Good To You

Tonight, I went to a movie with two of my coworkers, Doe and Doll. They're very nice girls and I really enjoy working with them. But I felt so disconnected from them. It was a combination of the fact that I'm older than them (they are both still in high school), that I am technically in a position of authority over them (though I don't really exercise it; they're strong workers when left alone, as is everyone else at my job), and that they are very close to each other. I kind of felt like a third wheel, on the outside looking in, and all those other clichés. It was a decently fun night though, mainly I'm sure because it was a good movie, and we intend to do it more often. I am hoping it gets easier in time. I'm sure when we go in larger groups it will feel more comfortable.

I have made plans for tomorrow night to meet Pixie for karaoke, and then go home with Love after I meet her at a different club for some dancing. I have also invited Cat over for a "girly sleepover" on Saturday night, since I have cleaned my room like crazy and taken my couch back from my little sister. Next week, I am going with Jewel to see her boyfriend's band play, and then spending the night at her place. I feel like I actually have a social life and that is both terrifying and exhilarating.

I think this frenzy of plan-making is because of Katimavik. I just feel like I want to my friends as many times as I can before I go, because I don't know what will happen when I'm gone or when I come back. I even miss people and things already. I have calculated that I have less than 100 work shifts left before I go (assuming 5 shifts a week between now and the end of December). I told my little sister this morning about how I will need  her to take care of my cat, and ever since I have wanted nothing more than to cuddle her (my cat, not my sister).

In addition to a sudden desire to make plans with everyone I know, I have also gotten off my ass about school this fall. I finally went to the Post-Secondary Education Training and Labour people and got an appointment to see a career counsellor. This wasn't at all what I wanted to do, but the nice receptionist said that the counsellor would tell me everything I need to know about taking the courses I need, and also give me information on financial assistance that I am "probably eligible for". That made me wonder a few things: do I look poor? Does she think my sister (who came along for the walk) is actually my daughter? Or is there just really that much money available to people doing academic upgrading?