Recycling Fail!

So yesterday, I had another USAF appointment and met up with my new recruiter, Ssgt. Fears, and she said that my files have been transferred successfully and made me sign papers and put my initials and change some stuff in the system and the only thing she needs is my education evaluation paper and then she can schedule me to do a MEPS check up (paired up with this other girl) and we'll be staying at the hotel for two nights so we can wake up at 3am to go to the 4am MEPS processing and we all know, that's going to take a little more than 12 hours. -_- and we can't eat anything. We can only drink water. I did that in Guam and let me tell you, I thought it was crap so before the shuttle came, I ate a yogurt-berry parfait and orange juice. LOL. And water. Anywho, good news is that if the UPS brings my evaluations in tomorrow (sent in by my dad) then I will be scheduled for Tuesday and I can swear in on the day of MEPS and I'll wait again for a job... Hopefully one comes soon so I can book a spot for the job and be shipped out for BMT. (basic military training)

After the appointment, I was hanging out with German and his girl-friend (who use to be in the US Navy) and while I did  my thing, she tried to get her stuff fixed before she becomes homeless and whatnot and after, we just chilled at Marcus' house. At around 4pm, my phone was about to die so I went upstairs to get my charger and I see that Cam's best friend and his girlfriend are at the house, fogging up the apartment so I was in and then rushed out and chilled at Marcus'. At 8pm, we all decided to go to the gym and worked out until 10pm. I worked out my legs most of the time and they turned into jelly!

When I came home, I ate dinner and showered and then went to bed. I woke up at 8am, worked out, walk/run the dogs and my legs were still sore but it was whatever and then I came home, and I wanted to get rid of our recycling stuff  so I carried all six bags of our beer bottles and other glass bottles, walked 10 minutes with those in both hands, under the sun, in sweatpants and sweatshirt, sweating like a hog to the recycling shack... And you know what happened?

I ONLY GOT $1.98 OUT OF IT.

WHAT HAPPENED TO MY $40? T_______T

I swear I was being ripped off. Last time, we brought 200 smashed cans and one one-gallon keg and we got $10 out of that. I'm pretty sure glass jars and bottles and beer bottles are heavier than smashed aluminum cans...

WER IS MA MONNEH?!

Broke and disappointed but still saving the environment,
Otter