Today is the last day of Kristin’s riding class. After this she will get a certificate in the mail that she can take to the DMV and trade to them for a brand new driver’s license with “M1” printed next to the “Class: C” part.
Kind of unrelated, but I saw that Utah is changing their license policies to help with the people that buy bikes that are too big for them. Now instead of the M endorsement, they will have a Class D with different restrictions on engine size depending on how big the bike is that you take the riding test with. I was thinking about how when I took the test on the old Black Flys bike, it was so wide because of the engine guard bars that it didn’t fit through some of the cones they put down. I lost 6 points automatically just because of the bike I was riding.
I went to my ear appointment of Friday. The Doctor gave me a couple of tests and said that it may be inoperable. It is obvious that my prosthetics are out of place, but there is a little bit of nerve damage (FYI: nerve damage and brain damage are not the same thing) and so it will never be perfect but it can be better, however a surgery may make it a little worse. I explained that I may need to be a little better in order to become a police officer. He gave me a list of surgeons with a star by one name and said “This guy will be the most likely to operate, so call him first. Good luck.” So I guess I need to call him on Monday to make an appointment.
I applied for the Border Patrol yesterday. I have always had a few reservations about this Agency, especially after spending a semester in the same class as guy that was no longer with the agency. He never had anything good to say about it. In retrospect I wonder if he left in good standing or not, and what was he doing at a community college instead of working for an agency that he wanted to work for? Any way, Kristin’s dad was telling me a bit about the federal government and the CPB (Customs and Border Patrol) officers that he works with everyday, then later that day I bumped into one of my old baristas and he had just finished talking to a recruiter and was going to apply. I got on line and checked it out and found out that it may not be as bad as it had seemed to me. It is actually not that far of a stretch from the CHP except that everybody who I would be citing or arresting won’t speak English and the roads will be mostly dirt instead of freeways. I would also be working for the federal government instead of the state. I can handle that.
Kind of unrelated, but I saw that Utah is changing their license policies to help with the people that buy bikes that are too big for them. Now instead of the M endorsement, they will have a Class D with different restrictions on engine size depending on how big the bike is that you take the riding test with. I was thinking about how when I took the test on the old Black Flys bike, it was so wide because of the engine guard bars that it didn’t fit through some of the cones they put down. I lost 6 points automatically just because of the bike I was riding.
I went to my ear appointment of Friday. The Doctor gave me a couple of tests and said that it may be inoperable. It is obvious that my prosthetics are out of place, but there is a little bit of nerve damage (FYI: nerve damage and brain damage are not the same thing) and so it will never be perfect but it can be better, however a surgery may make it a little worse. I explained that I may need to be a little better in order to become a police officer. He gave me a list of surgeons with a star by one name and said “This guy will be the most likely to operate, so call him first. Good luck.” So I guess I need to call him on Monday to make an appointment.
I applied for the Border Patrol yesterday. I have always had a few reservations about this Agency, especially after spending a semester in the same class as guy that was no longer with the agency. He never had anything good to say about it. In retrospect I wonder if he left in good standing or not, and what was he doing at a community college instead of working for an agency that he wanted to work for? Any way, Kristin’s dad was telling me a bit about the federal government and the CPB (Customs and Border Patrol) officers that he works with everyday, then later that day I bumped into one of my old baristas and he had just finished talking to a recruiter and was going to apply. I got on line and checked it out and found out that it may not be as bad as it had seemed to me. It is actually not that far of a stretch from the CHP except that everybody who I would be citing or arresting won’t speak English and the roads will be mostly dirt instead of freeways. I would also be working for the federal government instead of the state. I can handle that.
4 comments:
I saw "No Country for Old men." I'm not so sure that I like the idea of you being a border agent.
I think it's a little bit different than in the movie. Kinda similar, but more different.
pete?
Yes. The one and only. :)
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