| | Well, tomorrow is the last day of school with the kids, then I go in Friday morning for a breakfast meeting and then check myself out… for good. I never ever have to work in this district again. Wow, that’s something I have wanted to say for a long long time.
So, as is fitting with a new chapter in la vie du Tim. TV died. Before you reach for a Kleenex, TV wasn’t a nickname for a good friend. TV was an actual TV. He will be missed, but I was planning on getting rid of him soon enough anyways.
I bought TV with money from my first job, Chick-fil-a. I was 15, and Chick-fil-a was the only place in the mall that would hire a 15 year old. I started a savings account at my mom’s credit union and began to save money, wanting a giant TV. Pretty big aspirations for a teenager, no? I didn’t want a car, nay, I wanted a television.
You see, when I was a little kid, we didn’t have a TV. We were that weird family that had no TV. While my friends talked about Punky Brewster and the Thundercats, I could merely nod my head and hide the fact that I had no idea these were actual people (or animated cat super heroes). I wanted a TV. I would watch it endlessly when we went to visit family and friends. So I saved my money. I had previously bought an old black and white one for $20 at a pawn shop and then moved up to a small new one for $60.
When I got enough money ($350), I wanted to withdraw it, shut down the account and buy the TV I wanted. My dad objected majorly. “You are saving money! Why would you waste it on a TV?” Because… that’s what I want. That was the WHOLE PURPOSE in starting a savings account. Not for a car, not for college, not even for a gym membership (I was a chunky kid in those days). I just wanted my giant tv.
After many fights, he relented. I went to the credit union and tried to shut down my account, withdrawing all of it. "But... if you take out all your money you won't have an account!" The lady said to me cheerfully.
"Uh yeah, that's the point. I just wanted to buy a TV."
"But you're earning interest sir!"
"But I want a TV. Please close my account." (She got the manager)
"Sir, you have to leave at least 5 dollars in your account or it will be closed."
"But I want to close it."
They acted like I was proposing they eat a live ferret. They had none of it. Finally I relented and left five dollars in my account (It grew to 20 before I finally got the nerve to go back there and close it indefinitely).
 This is not my actual TV, but a picture I found on an arabic website
I went to Best Buy, which had recently opened in the old defunct Deauville Fashion Mall (anyone remember this mall??? It was there before Baybrook). I spent many great years with TV, 11 to be exact. I lugged it up and down the stairs at every apartment I moved in and out of. I would put it in the front seat of my Camaro, Focus, and now Rodeo, buckle it in securely, and take off to new horizons. Just me and TV.
Well. No more. It’s last trip will be a light night trek to find a dumpster big enough for me to dump it in without getting a ticket.
I won’t be buying a new TV for quite some time. I have a small flat screen that used to be the monitor for my computer. It’s 17 inches of joy and will suffice.
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| | Posted 5/23/2007 9:56 PM - 3 views - 8 comments
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