Me: -Comes down the steps, tired as hell.-
Dad: Deanna, you should get your resume!!
Me: -THINKING: but they don't said to bring social.- I just turned everything off...
Dad: DO IT. Do it anyway!!
Me: -Begrudging walks up the steps to print off a resume.-
The place I am going to ALREADY has that information. =.= Wasted ink and paper...