Collecting is hard.
One day I decided I would try to normalize myself into society by doing things other normal people did - have a collection; much like I did when I tried to normalize myself by becoming a Regular at Satrbucks. That particular quest failed, but I vowed not to let that deter me from collection success. I figured beer steins would take up too much space and I never understood those miniature spoons people put in frames. Besides, with quarters all I'd have to do is spend money, which I was already doing. (read: required no change in the physical effort I was currently exerting.)
Anyway, I basically announced to Big V and Dotter that I was collecting quarters and it would now be their responsibility to look through change from time to time and put the quarters I needed (and they found) in the official quarter collecting map book. The process was grueling, to say the least. They took forever to find Arizona.
Now, just when I thought I was done and could pat myself on the back for a job well done, I find out there's MORE. The US Mint decided to do up a new District of Columbia, Guam, Virgin Islands, Puerto Rico, American Samoa and something referred to as the Northern Mariana Islands, which I'm going to have to Google because I am not recalling that at all from my high school geography class.
Collecting is really hard.
I don't think I have the time or energy for it anymore. Ever since Big V went all Debit Card on me he never has any change. That means I'd be the one responsible for drumming up the cash to sift through. And Dotter is suddenly all, "but, Mom, wouldn't you get more satsisfaction from finding the coins you need yourself?" (What does she know; she's eight.) No, kid, it's all about being on top delegating to the peons to do your shit work. You'll learn all about that at your first job.
Since my family is obviously not supporting me (just wait to see what you get for Christmas. I see lots of socks and underwear in your future!), and I vowed not to fail, I figured I better enlist the help of others so I can get this done and put it to bed. Figuratively speaking. Although I do keep the official quarter collecting map book under my bed so it's kind of like putting it to bed. Weird, huh? Anyway, I'll be posting these around town later today:
Anyway, I basically announced to Big V and Dotter that I was collecting quarters and it would now be their responsibility to look through change from time to time and put the quarters I needed (and they found) in the official quarter collecting map book. The process was grueling, to say the least. They took forever to find Arizona.
Now, just when I thought I was done and could pat myself on the back for a job well done, I find out there's MORE. The US Mint decided to do up a new District of Columbia, Guam, Virgin Islands, Puerto Rico, American Samoa and something referred to as the Northern Mariana Islands, which I'm going to have to Google because I am not recalling that at all from my high school geography class.
Collecting is really hard.
I don't think I have the time or energy for it anymore. Ever since Big V went all Debit Card on me he never has any change. That means I'd be the one responsible for drumming up the cash to sift through. And Dotter is suddenly all, "but, Mom, wouldn't you get more satsisfaction from finding the coins you need yourself?" (What does she know; she's eight.) No, kid, it's all about being on top delegating to the peons to do your shit work. You'll learn all about that at your first job.
Since my family is obviously not supporting me (just wait to see what you get for Christmas. I see lots of socks and underwear in your future!), and I vowed not to fail, I figured I better enlist the help of others so I can get this done and put it to bed. Figuratively speaking. Although I do keep the official quarter collecting map book under my bed so it's kind of like putting it to bed. Weird, huh? Anyway, I'll be posting these around town later today:
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