I'm back from my weekend in South Jersey. It was a really nice and relaxing visit-best of all, no one ended up in the hospital. I was able to spend uninterrupted time with my parents, get showered by love by Kira the Wonderdog and get some serious cuddles from Buddy the Poofball. I met my brother's current squeeze, saw my sister's secret piercing and encouraged my other sister to finally move into my old room. My old bed cooperated this time around and I had no late night surprises. I even had time to hang out with The Bookworm.
I had some doubts that the weekend would even happen though. Friday was NOT a good day. I was meant to go into work two hours early and leave at 2pm so I'd have a head start on my weekend home. Thanks to an irresponsible coworker however, that did not happen. Instead I ended up working PAST my regular ending time, then, because I was rushed and because my GPS is a piece of crap I ended up completely lost on some back road in the middle of nowhere. At first I was kind of amused by the predicament...but after driving around aimlessly for a good forty minutes getting nowhere I became discouraged and accidentally on purpose tossed my GPS down...where it met it's match with my gear shift. It worked, but the screen was damaged...and I fell apart. I picked up my cellphone and called my dad in hysterics telling him my plight. Somehow he managed to calm me down and as my GPS was still somewhat functional I was able to use it to go to a nearby mall where I was able to purchase a new GPS. After my purchase and a quick detour to Starbucks for an iced coffee I was able to calm down and once my new GPS was set up I called my dad back to let him know that I'd be home in a few hours.
The rest of my drive was uneventful. Thanks to the broken GPS and getting lost I avoided rush hour traffic completely and made it home by 9pm. I was exhausted of course (especially since I drove the nearly 200 miles home nonstop) but it was totally worth it. I learned that driving those long distances (and driving on the NJ Turnpike) wasn't nearly as bad as I had anticipated. I actually enjoyed it and while taking the train does have it's merits at times-I think I'll be doing a lot more traveling by car now.
I'm heading south for the weekend to visit with my family and hopefully manage to catch up with a friend or two. I'm looking forward to it.
I'm a bit nervous though as I made the decision to drive down rather than take the train as I normally do. I just can't seem to justify all the waiting around and having to have someone pick me up late at night. With driving I'm on my own schedule and I'm in control.
Wish me luck!
While I'm enjoying my new position at work, I often find myself frustrated with the fact that the person that previously held my position left things in chaos.
Perhaps chaos is an exaggeration but not by much...
There has been many days in the past few weeks that I could have been spared a lot of frustrations, had I been left the proper information. Take today for instance. I was scheduled to take one of our residents to a doctor's appointment. I was only given the name of the doctor and so I made the assumption that the office was just down the road. I pick up the resident from her day program and head over to the office...I walk in, give the receptionist the residents name and was told that I was in the wrong office, that the appointment was in another town about 15 minutes up the road.
Of course I was late to the appointment. And of course I blamed myself even though as far as I knew, there was only one office for this particular doctor. If the girl who had scheduled the appointment gave me the proper information, the situation would not have happened. I would have shown up to the appointment on time...and I probably would have been able to get out of work on time.
But don't get me wrong, 85% of the time, I do like the new position. I just don't enjoy making myself look bad because of situations that are out of my control-and were easily avoidable.
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