My dad strolled into the kitchen holding up an envelope. \”We added the Corolla to the insurance without your name. We put your name [me] on the Legend. The insurance on it then went up by nearly $100.\” Currently, the insurance rate of the 88 Acura Legend is almost equivalent to the newly bought 04 Corolla. So is this the reason that my parents, despite me being 22 years of age, never let me drive the new car?

It\’s so…dull now. I move computer boxes from one side of the center to the other side. My feet ache because I wore my J. Crew black flip flops. I feel a little silly struggling with a single computer box with my other (male) coworkers stroll with a box in each of their hands. I give an embarrassed laugh when my supervisor asks me if I am alright. I sit at the office, laughing silently underneath my breath when a friend tells me again about animals haunting his yard. As we pass the manager\’s office, he asks my other coworkers about their blogs. I smile silently, knowing my blog isn\’t ready enough exposure–my entries aren\’t deliberately funny or pointed. I say nothing as they share their domains so willingly. We walk to the other campus, random small talk. I update a computer with windows patches and set it to get the updates automatically. I install Adobe Acrobat 6.0 I walk over to the front desk and bluntly ask if the computing assistant is who I think it is. She doesn\’t remember me, but i remember her. She might have been the one who made the pointed observation of whether I liked to read books or not. She apologized for not remembering and I give a small smile before walking back to the computer to finish my tasks. My coworker asks me to go to the next place with him, saying that he could drive me there. I didn\’t think I wanted to walk back 20 minutes. I walk to my car and drive to Foothill. The familiarity of the place where I have worked the last 2 years greeted me like a breath of fresh silent air. I pull my laptop to the backroom and start surfing. Instant relief washes over me as I start…my work. I image 4 computers. I discuss the joy of gambling with my coworker–an interest of his. We close up the center and walk to our respective cars. I drive home. My dad greets me with a plate of noodles and yet another cup of herbal drink. I settle in for another evening of digital cable, losing myself again.

I have a $10 amazon gift certificate, what should I do with it?