Garmin finally fucking called me. Now I get to wait around until next Thursday to talk to them.
They've asked me in one way or another three times so far as to what my GPA was in college. If they ask me again it'll be hard not to say "It was a 22.3" or something. Not that I should complain. Besides, they want a copy of my transcript, so they'll eventually figure it out anyway.
I just applied for an internship that's like 2 miles from my aunt and uncle's in Boston, but I'd opt for KC at this point, since I could have my own place... which, after being back at home for nearly six months sounds kind of nice.
But I should shut up (until next Thursday). Who needs a drink.
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