Three Days and Counting

…until I leave on vacation!!!  Here’s the official breakdown for the next 2 1/2 weeks (because if I have to remember it all, you at least have to read about it)

– July 21st: Mom and I fly from Little Rock to Salt Lake

– July 22nd: Drive from SLC to Idaho Falls/Rexburg with mom

– July 23rd:  Attend brother’s graduation

– July 24th:  Drive from IF to SLC with mom and possibly brother.  Fly out of SLC to Spokane, WA to hang out with friend (VERY excited about this part!!)

– July 29th: Fly from WA to SLC

– July 30th: Drive from SLC to Burley, ID with mom, sister,  and brother.  Meeting brother’s fiance there.

– July 31st:  Attend sister’s triathlon in Burley.  Drive from Burley to SLC with all of the same people.  Attend family reunion in SLC

– Aug 1st:  Fly from SLC to LA with mom, sister, brother, and brother’s fiance to meet up with other sister and her family and head to Disneyland

– Aug 4th:  Fly from LA to SLC with brother and brother’s fiance.

– Aug 6th/7th:  Drive from Utah to Arkansas with brother

– Aug 8th:  Sequester myself in my room away from human contact

– Aug 9th:  Emerge from room to go back to work at preschool

Will we all get along the whole time and still like each other when it’s over?  Probably not.  There’s too many possible high stress situations for one trip: college graduation, triathlon, a family reunion for pete’s sake, and Disneyland.  Multiplied by all the time we’ll be trapped in a car for long periods of time.  I also predict that I have a dormant illness that will manifest itself the afternoon of July 31st.  Guess the reunion is out for me…darn it.  This trip is one for the books and should be interesting to say the least.  At least there should be good blogging material right?  RIGHT???  Despite my misgivings, I’m actually pretty excited.  Ahh, the naivety of beginnings.

The Tale of the TB Shot

Once upon a time, this past Monday, I had to get a TB shot as part of my application process for this substitute teaching gig.  The lady interviewing me recommended this walk-in clinic nearby to the school that was pretty cheap.  She told me this particular clinic was located on Hogan Road.  I know she said Hogan Road because this street is part of the “newer” section of town and in my mind I was high fiving myself for knowing where it was.

I drove up and down this street but the clinic was nowhere to be found.  So I headed home and looked  it up online and noticed the address lists the street as Harkrider.  Ok, honest mistake.  Double checking, I called the clinic before leaving the house because I didn’t want to show up and find out they don’t do TB testing or walk-ins and as a side thought, I asked how much it would cost – $15.  Beautiful, I can afford that.

Here’s where I need to explain a little about how I entered the clinic.  At the address there is a large pharmacy/drug store.  I walked in and was a little confused because I didn’t immediately see a clinic.  I asked a worker and he pointed to a door  that took me outside where the clinic was located in a strip mall business type area.  This is important because I was walking on a covered sidewalk and couldn’t see the business sign located on the face of the building.

I went in, told the lady why I was there, and while she handed me the paper work to fill out, she let me know that it would cost $32.  Uh, what?  I was quoted $15 on the phone 20 min. earlier.  I started filling everything out and came across a sheet that said all new patients had to pay a minimum of $86 to be seen.   You know that feeling when you’re in a dream and in the dream you realize something is a little off but you can’t figure out what it is?  And if you could only figure out that you were in a dream it would all make sense?  That’s how I kind of felt.  I could tell something wasn’t quite right but couldn’t quite figure out what it was and as I looked around everyone else seemed to be going about their business at the clinic as though nothing was wrong.

I went back up to the lady and told her that I thought I was in the wrong place and explained how I was quoted $15 for the shot.  She seemed a little confused (welcome to my world) and then I asked her, “This is Occumed right?”  Nope.  That was the problem.  In what could probably only happen to me, I showed up at ANOTHER walk-in clinic at the EXACT location listed for the walk-in clinic I was looking for.  Turned out this clinic had rented the office space after the other one moved out and I guess no one told Google.  And since I had walked in from the side, I never saw the new clinic name on the building.  But don’t worry, this kind of stuff only happens to me so I’m pretty sure all of you are in the clear.

I got to the clinic I was looking for, which wasn’t even on that street at all, right at noon and was told that all the nurses had just left for lunch and wouldn’t be back for another hour.  Of course they did. I started laughing, because really, how could I not at this point?

When I returned, the waiting area was filled to capacity and the receptionist told me it was going to be a long wait.  I was a little bummed because I forgot a book to read and all the chairs facing the TV were filled.  I was going to have to settle for only hearing Maury tell the mother that her ex-boyfriend was not the father of her baby, rather than getting to see their fake outburst emotionally distraught reaction to the incredulous news.  A little bummed indeed.

About five minutes later a nurse called my name and took me on back.  Turned out all the rooms were occupied but she didn’t think I wanted to wait all afternoon for a quick little shot and if I didn’t mind, she would just do it right there in the hallway.  Glorious day!  A couple minutes later I was out the door and on my way home.  Thank you medical personnel who bumped me to the top of list.

I went back today to get my results, fully anticipating a long wait.  No way could I luck out twice in a doctor’s waiting room and had even brought a book along to keep me company.  I told the receptionist why I was there and rather than having me take a seat, she went and got a doctor who checked my arm, copied the results, and had me out the door in less than 45 seconds from the time I walked in.  Talk about service.

And that is the tale of my TB shot.  The end.

Oh, and in case you were wondering, I don’t have TB.  The end.

The Trip So Far

As some of you know, I had been toying with the idea of going to Mesa to check out the area as a possible place to live.  So I decided this would be the weekend.  I headed out Wednesday morning and stopped in St. George, Utah to visit a friend I hadn’t seen in quite a while, possibly over a year ago.  It was so fun to visit, catch up, and get re-aquainted with her three little boys.  Talk about a handful of energy!  The oldest boy (who is 5 I believe) is totally captivated by learning about the presidents of the United States and George Washington is his current hero.  He has a George Washington costume complete with a wig he kept wearing and showing off which was hilarious.  These boys are part Fijian so he also came out dressed in some Polynesian costumes and danced for me.  Best entertainment I’ve seen in a while for sure. 

We stayed up late talking, which was fun to do, but I had only gotten about 3 hours of sleep the night before and still had a long drive ahead of me for the day.  I was thinking I would leave around noon or so and arrive to Mesa sometime around 7 that night.  I was going to be staying at another friend’s house in Mesa and wanted to make sure he was home from work before I showed up.  I had only met his wife once for about 2 min. at their wedding reception a couple of years ago and I didn’t want there to be some awkward situation or something.  As it turned out I went on a date with my friend’s brother there in St. George and so I got a later start out on the road.  I’m not complaining because the date was fun and I mean, hello!, it was a date.  I believe this is my second one this month which just may have doubled the number I had in all of last year.  I know, I know, slow down Nandango it’s only January.  Pace yourself.

The drive from St. George to Mesa was awful because I was already sick of being in the car and realized I would not be getting there until late.  Which meant I had to drive a large portion of it in the dark.  The road is pretty windy and at one point there was heavy fog, which basically sucked.  Then about 20 min. from my friend’s house the exit I was supposed to take forked in two directions and I, of course, took the wrong one.  So imagine, I hardly slept in two days.  It was pitch black outside and I had never been remotely close to this town before and now I was completely lost.  And it was late at night and about an hour or two before I had discovered the friend I was staying with had to get up to go to his first job at three in the morning.  Had I known that, I would have left St. George that morning.  I was just about to call him and tell him that I would be stopping at a hotel because I was exhausted and about to break down.

And wouldn’t you know, my phone rang right at that moment and it was my best friend I was roommates with back in those Idaho college days.  Talk about a lifesaver!  She got on mapquest and guided me back to the road I needed.  Whoo hoo technology!  And double whoo hoo to friends that call just at the right moment!!

Yesterday I got up and went to a local company that does the same thing I was doing at my job in Utah.  I took a gamble they might be hiring and just so happened to run into one of the co-owners when I got off the elevator.  She was so incredibly nice and when I told her where I had been working she brought me in and gave me a little tour and an impromtu interview.  Which was above and beyond what I thought would happen since I had no prior appointment.  The downer was that they only had a night shift available and the pay is less than what I need.  But overall it was a positive experience.  The rest of the day I drove around trying to get a feel for the area.  As it so happens, the layout of the streets is very similar to where I am living in Utah so it was easy to get around.  I even managed to hook up with another friend I hadn’t seen in almost 10 years.

I eventually made it back to my friend’s house and went in to meet the wife for the first time.  She is incredible!  So toally cool and friendly.  Her sister and brother in law where there as well for dinner and they were all the same.  You know when you walk into someone’s home and it feels warm and inviting?  And you don’t want to leave because it’s a happy place with everyone joking and laughing?  That’s what it’s like here in their home.

So today I’m off to look at a few apartments and keeping my fingers crossed I can find one that’s nice and affordable.  Other than a lot of driving, this trip has been a lot of fun.  I’ve loved being able to catch up with friends and make new ones and so far, the Mesa area is turning out to be pretty cool.

Tag… I’m It!

So I was tagged by my sister Pammyshep a few days ago and have finally gotten around to answering it:

The rules are:
* link to the person who tagged you
* post the rules on your blog
* share six non-important things/ habits/ quirks about yourself
* tag at least 3 people at the end of the post and link to their blogs
* let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog

1. I have issues with pointy high heeled shoes, especially when worn with jeans. Well, it’s one issue really. I think they’re ugly. I have affectionately dubbed them as “witch shoes” as they remind me of the Wicked Witch of the East’s feet when Dorthy dropped a house on her and they curled up and disappeared under the house. I had a co-worker that for reasons completely beyond my comprehension, bought a pair of lime green ones with sequins and beads on them. She loved them. I had a desire to find a yellow brick road and send her on her way.

2. No matter where I go, what time it is, or what I’m doing, someone is already there or will show up shortly after I’ve arrived. This is not because I’m popular and people want to be recipients of my charm, but more because I’m cursed. For example, I can guarantee that someone will pull into the space right next to me at the exact moment I pull into mine or whomever is parked next to me will exit the store at the same time I do and it doesn’t matter where in the parking lot I park – I’ve tested it. I don’t know who I pissed off in heaven but they obviously are having the last laugh.

3. I was an RA (resident advisor) my senior year of college. I found out that this really means as an RA you are a: keeper of the peace, referee, plumber, hated, exterminator, counselor, tolerated, janitor, secretary, gofer, judge, and disciplinarian. That job sucked. My motto was “You leave me alone, and I’ll leave you alone”. It worked pretty well for the most part.

4. I can not pass by those Salvation Army bell ringers without dropping my change in. This is probably the only consistently good thing I do. If I don’t have change on me when I enter the store I make it a point to get some by the time I leave or just won’t go in the store. I have no idea why I’m so fixated on this.

5. I can actually read and follow a map. This is not to say I’ve never been lost but even then I can manage to find my way without too much difficulty. I attribute this to all the cross country driving I’ve done. This has come in handy on more than one occasion. My favorite was Christmas in LA two years ago. I had never been to LA before but with me giving the directions we never got lost.

6. For some reason I’ve become quite good at rattling off 80’s song lyrics either off the cuff or after only hearing a few seconds of the song. Odd because this isn’t my decade. And believe it or not, I’ve put this to good use. After singing lines to different songs back and forth for three hours on a road trip, my oldest sister finally conceded. A couple of years ago all of us kids got together and played some 80’s trivia game. This same sister talked big for weeks leading up to the game and in the end I kicked her trash not once, not twice, but three glorious times!

Tag you’re it:
Leigh
Pete
Mueller