Unexpected Things, A Rant And Other Stuff

In the last blog entry that I'd written Saturday I forgot to mention that I'd reached out to people who use the Huboodle app to see if anyone would have suggestions for me about how I could get that particular app to work on my phone. The Huboodle app has a couple different chat rooms that people can use to talk to other players of the games that that particular app offers. However no one I'd reached out to in Huboodle’s chat rooms had anything helpful to say about the situation I ran into where the Huboodle app won't let me play any games on it. In the last blog entry that I'd written Saturday I also forgot to mention that that same afternoon I'd received an email from Amazon.com notifying me that there was a billing error for my monthly purchase of Amazon Music. So I made sure that my information on Amazon.com was current because I didn't want said service to cancel. Because if my memory serves correctly Amazon Music is cheaper than Apple Music by several dollars. A little while after I'd written my last blog entry Saturday I sent an FB message to Mr. Kanuganti (the CEO of AIRA). In the FB message that I'd sent him I asked him if he had any updates for me regarding me trying out AIRA as an explorer. In the same FB message I'd sent him I also told him that I'm really looking forward to trying out AIRA for myself. A little while after I'd sent Mr. Kanuganti that particular FB message I used my MacBook Pro to email the post office's headquarters. Fortunately my MacBook Pro didn't give me much trouble with regards to emailing the post office's headquarters. In the email that I'd sent the post office's headquarters I asked said business whether my address had been changed to my PO box successfully. A while after I'd sent that particular email to the post office's headquarters I received an FB message from Mr. Kanuganti. In the FB message that Mr. Kanuganti had sent me he asked if someone from AIRA had contacted me. So I immediately sent him an FB message back to let him know that no one from AIRA had gotten in touch with me yet. Later in the evening a friend and I watched the first Harry Potter movie with one another. Said movie was audio described. However the particular audio described version of the first Harry Potter movie that I have is audio described by people from the United Kingdom (UK). Sunday morning I received a phone call from a number that I didn't recognize. Given that I was still half asleep when I'd received that particular phone call I let said call go to voicemail. Once I'd gotten up for good though I checked my phone to see if the person who'd called earlier in the day had left me a message. Fortunately the person had left me a message and upon listening to said message I discovered that the person who'd called me was someone who works at AIRA. Shortly after I'd listened to the voicemail that the lady from AIRA had left me I added her into my phone's contacts. Once I'd saved her number into my phone I texted her. In the text message that I'd sent her I asked her to tell me about what she specifically does at AIRA. Shortly after I'd sent her that particular text message I checked my email. It turned out that I'd received an email from the post office's headquarters. In the email that the post office's headquarters had sent me I was told that I could check the post office's website to find out whether my address had been successfully changed. That was the same exact email from the post office's headquarters that I'd received from said business before. Ugh, this is soooooooooo frustrating! A little while after I'd read that particular email from the post office's headquarters I logged onto my school account so that I could look at the names of some of the professors I'm going to be taking at the college I'm going to be attending. One of the professors that I looked up using http://www.ratemyprofessor.com is the one that I'm going to be taking in the summer for English 100A. His ratings on that particular website are great and so are the comments that students of his have left on http://www.ratemyprofessor.com. So I'm looking forward to seeing how this particular professor is for myself. After I'd looked up the professor I'm going to be taking for English 100A using http://www.ratemyprofessor.com I looked up the professor whose class I'm currently scheduled to take for English 101 in the fall on that same website. That particular professor also had great things said about her by students that have taken her classes. Her ratings on that particular website were also great. I know the website http://www.ratemyprofessor.com has been around for years because I'd heard of said website back when I was in high school or middle school. However since I hadn't been in school for over 10 years I'd completely forgotten about that particular website's existence until a friend of mine mentioned it to me recently. Shortly after I'd looked up those ratings on http://www.ratemyprofessor.com I checked the movies folder on my MacBook Pro because I wanted to see if I had all of the Harry Potter movies available in audio description. Fortunately I did, at least if my memory serves correctly. Because for the life of me I can't remember whether the 6th Harry Potter movie has two parts or whether said movie only has one part. Shortly after I'd checked my movies folder on my MacBook Pro I received a response from the lady at AIRA that I'd texted earlier in the day. In the reply text that she'd sent me she told me that she's in the Sales Department at AIRA. In the same reply text message that she'd sent me she also told me that she's on the road today so she probably wouldn't have much time to text me or talk to me. So I immediately replied to the text she'd sent me. In the text message I'd sent her I told her that I'd love to tour AIRA's facility if possible because I feel that touring said facility would give me more material to write about on my public blog. In the same text message I'd sent her I also told her that if I could help AIRA by being filmed in videos by said company I'd love to help out in that way. A little while after I'd sent that particular text message to the lady I'd been in contact with at AIRA I re-read her text message and realized that in her text message to me she'd said that she handles sponsorships for that particular company. So upon re-reading her text message I sent her another text message. In that particular text message that I'd sent her I asked her to tell me more about AIRA's sponsorships. Not too long after I'd sent her that text message she called me. She and I talked with one another for a bit. During hers and my conversation with one another I found out that AIRA is doing everything that they can as a company to grow which makes me more excited than words can say. Although I'm not sure how much of mine and this lady's conversation I should talk about on my blog right now. Because I want to be respectful of her as a person as well as AIRA as a company. Suffice it to say that things are continuing to move along in the world of Chelsea doing big things. Shortly after I'd gotten off the phone with the lady from AIRA a friend of mine could tell how excited I was just after talking to that particular lady from that particular company. Then said friend asked me why I want to get into social work and not journalism. I told him that the honest reason that I'd stopped being interested in journalism was because when I was in high school and college my mom and her side of the family always berated me about the fact I'd wanted to get a journalism degree. Like, those particular family members would literally tell me "What the fuck are you going to do with a journalism degree? You're never going to be anybody anyway...but then if you get a fucking degree in journalism you'll really suck." Given that I'd went to college straight out of high school when this happened I didn't have the language, nor the energy, nor the mental capacity to fight these assholes and be strong in what it was that I'd wanted to do. So I stopped being interested in journalism completely and I just continued to express myself in writing in personal journals that I'd created. But now that I'm really into the public blog-making I'm considering minoring in journalism. A little while after that particular friend and I'd had a conversation with one another about why I stopped pursuing journalism in college several years ago that same friend and I started watching the Netflix remake of the show A Series Of Unfortunate Events. Said friend and I'd actually tried to watch that particular show with one another a few months ago but neither of us could get into it. I'm pretty sure that the reason I couldn't get into that particular show was because I had too many other things going on in my head that were taking priority over watching TV shows. Shortly after said friend and I'd watched an episode of A Series Of Unfortunate Events that same friend checked his mail. It turned out that I'd received a letter in Braille from the SSA informing me that I'm officially part of the Ticket to Work program. The Ticket to Work program is a program where the SSA recognizes that people who are clients of a state vocational rehabilitation agency are working towards being able to become gainfully employed someday. So that's yet another bit of proof that the state that I now live in is officially my home!! Shortly after I'd gone through the mail that I'd received, the friend that I'd been hanging out with and I went to Walmart with one another. Because I needed to purchase some things for when I go to stay at the house I rent a room in. Because I have yet to stay there still because I wanted to be respectful of the fact that my landlords don't want their tenant in their house all the time. And since school has not started yet I'm not able to do much of anything other than stay at a friend's place. Anyway when said friend and I'd went to Walmart with one another the Uber driver we'd had on the way to that particular store spoke in a really thick country accent which my friend and I laughed about once we'd gotten out of that particular Uber driver's car. Fortunately though when said Uber driver dropped us off at Walmart it wasn't hard for my blind friend and I to find the doors that lead us into said store. Because as we walked close to an automatic door we went straight into the store with no problem whatsoever. Although once we'd told someone who worked at Walmart that we needed help shopping it took at least 15 minutes for a Walmart employee to get to us...and when she did, it was a disaster! But first let me talk about a lady who'd come up to my friend and I while the two of us waited for a Walmart employee to help us shop: this random stranger walked up to my friend and I and said in a meek tone of voice "Hi guys, I'm a Christian and I saw both of you standing here. Can I help you?" Now as my faithful blog readers know I hate that kind of shit. Because what the fuck does a person being Christian or any other religion for that matter have to do with why said person wants to help another person? Religion has absolutely nothing to do with being a good human being or being a piece of shit human being...and I hate when people have the attitude like "Yes I'm going to Heaven because I helped someone that I assumed was less fortunate than I am. I'm glorifying God." No asshole, you are not glorifying anything. What you are doing though is making yourself look like an idiot because one, I didn't ask for your help and two, I don't give a shit what religion you are. Because if you want to be a good human being to a fellow human being that's great. Do that...but the second that you insert religion into things as though I should give you a fucking medal or Brownie points for doing a kind thing for someone, you came to the wrong person for that kind of reception. All I'm going to do is blow you off and thank you inwardly because you gave me something else passionate to write about in my blog. So anyway after Mrs. Religious Nut left my friend and I in peace a Walmart employee came up to the two of us with the intension of helping us shop. However as I'd said above, this particular Walmart employee was not fit to help two English-speaking blind people shop. She was a Spanish-speaker and although I used to speak Spanish pretty close to fluently, that was 10 or 11 years ago. So I didn't feel comfortable speaking to that particular Walmart employee in Spanish. So my friend who was with me asked another Walmart employee if she could find us someone different to help us shop. Because as a blind person it's imperative that we be able to fully communicate with whoever is helping us shop. Because not only are we the shoppers but being blind does not mean that something is also wrong with our brain. Even though many sighted people seem to think that blindness equals an inability to live as functional adults, that does not mean that blind people are not functional adults. It simply means that there are people in the world who have shitty misconceptions of people with disabilities. And sometimes it's possible to change those people's shitty perceptions for the better...and sometimes people with shitty perceptions about people with disabilities choose to remain willfully ignorant about that particular minority group. So anyway when my friend and I'd asked another Walmart employee to get an English-speaker to help us shop, said friend and I were fortunate enough to get a Walmart employee the second time around who was great at helping us shop. And not just that but my friend and I were able to get almost everything that was on our Walmart shopping list! Although I think my favorite part of the Walmart trip was that I used two out of the three gift cards that Samsung had given me. That money really came in handy. With those gift cards I was able to purchase a box fan for myself, hangers for myself, storage cubbies for my clothes, a keychain for my keys and some things for my friend's apartment. Needless to say I'm glad that I kept on bugging Samsung until they gave me what they were supposed to give me. Once we'd done all of our shopping we called Uber to come pick us up. Fortunately we didn't even have to wait for our Uber driver to show up as he was already in the Walmart parking lot when the two of us had stepped outside. During the drive to my friend's apartment I stayed pretty quiet. Once we'd arrived at his apartment though I felt great that I'd gotten most of the shopping done that I'd needed to get done. Shortly after I'd settled into the comfortable couch that my friend has I received a phone call from the lady at AIRA that I'd spoken with earlier in the day. During that particular conversation I'd had with her she signed me up with AIRA starting with a free trial for my first month of using that particular service. During our conversation she also told me that she'd put me in touch with someone from an National Federation of the Blind (NFB) that's in the same state as I am. She also told me that she'd put me in touch with the blind guy that works at AIRA, that I'd mentioned in my blog a while back. And sure enough when I'd checked my email yesterday morning I'd received an email from the NFB guy who's in the same state that I'm in as well as an email from the blind guy who works at AIRA that I've mentioned in this blog before. So as soon as I'd read both of those people's reply emails to the email that the lady from AIRA had sent us to introduce us to one another I replied to both of those people's emails. In each email that I'd sent each person I gave him an introduction of myself and expressed that I'm really excited about getting to know those two people. And throughout the day I've exchanged several emails with the president of the state association of blind students but more exciting than that, I've officially had my bank issue a check to the NFB of the state I live in. That way I can become an NFB member once that particular organization receives said check. Before I'd had my bank issue the NFB of this state a check for my membership dues though my VRC called me. During his and my conversation with one another I asked him whether he'd received the email of my current education plan that I'd forwarded him late last week. Fortunately he'd received my email. He asked about why there had been a correction on my education plan so I filled him in on the fact that initially I'd told the academic counselor at the college I'm going to be attending that I'd wanted to go to a different school...but the only reason I'd said that to said academic counselor was because that particular university was the only university that I knew of then that had my particular major. OnCe I'd explained that to him he understood where I was coming from. Once my VRC and I'd finished having a discussion with one another about my schooling, my VRC asked if I'd heard from the cab company that's scheduled to pick me up from my place Thursday morning. I told him I hadn't heard from anyone at the cab company yet so he gave me the number to the cab company. That way I could call said company to confirm that everything was set up if said company didn't call me first.