The Dishes and The Phone Call

The other night, my sister pretty much made all of dinner and my dad was pretty tired. So I was left with doing all the kitchen clean up (normally I just load the dishwasher, put leftovers in containers, and wipe off the table). Since I was doing everything, I also had to wash all the pots and pans that were left over. I did what I normally do, and then kind of killed time downstairs. I really didn’t want to wash the pots and pans, and I knew my mom would catch me if I came upstairs too soon. My plan was to go up and seem like I did them, and then when someone noticed I hadn’t, I’d just say I thought someone else was going to do them. That’s the kind of shit I would always do. So I went upstairs and laid on my bed. But I couldn’t do it! I laid there thinking how the dishes were there, how I knew that it was my responsibility. So I got up, went downstairs, and did them. Effing amazing, right? There have been other instances like that recently, but this is really the best example of how I’m starting to grow into an adult and not do things just because I don’t want to. And it feels really great.

I’ve been having a bit of trouble applying for a checking account. Bank of America denied my first application. So I tried reapplying that night, and they were having “technical difficulties”, which really started to piss me off. So I woke up at 7:30 this morning, and did it again. It finally went through. Then, later in the day, I checked my email, and I had received one that said I needed to call the bank to verify my information. I thought, “Oh shit. But if I have to, I have to.” I almost put it off until tomorrow, but I wanted to get it done as soon as possible. After dinner, me and my dad went in his and my mom’s room to call, since I applied the second time with him as a co-applicant. I was really nervous, but I think I did really well. I was completely normal (at least from my point of view; my parents didn’t say anything, so I assume I really was fine). I’m really glad that I was able to get myself to call.

Anyway, after the guy looked up my application with the confirmation number I gave him, he said that my information had already been verified. So I said, “Oh, okay. Do you need to verify my dad’s information, then, since he’s the co-applicant?” The guy said that yeah, he needed to talk to the co-applicant. So I just handed the phone to my dad, and he ended up talking to the guy more than I did, haha. So, now my account has been approved and they’re just in the process of setting it up and all. It should officially be open in a couple days, but it’ll probably be a week or more until I get my debit card and other papers.