My nephew says this statement to me from time to time. It makes me laugh rather hard. However currently I use the phrase now to try to explain just how this week has gone for me. Monday was crazy busy because it was the first day we were opened since December 31 (That seems like forever ago for me) Tuesday-Friday was DEAD!!!! I have been so bored. I finished a whole book. Yup that's right. Me, I finished the whole book. Wednesday was pretty eventful because one of my co-workers went into labor during the baby shower we were throwing for her. That's about it. Pretty crazy!
A lot of funny memories have been poppin into my head lately. I was remembering the summer after my sophomor year of high school when I was on Orchestra Tour. We went to Disneyland and California Adventure. We were walking on the sidewalk and I must have said something rude to Barbosa but he hit me. Not hard by any means, and it was on my arm. I don't remember it hurting at all. Anyway, after he hit me this lady came running over to him and just started beating the snot out of the kid. Then she starts yelling, "Violence is not the answer!" Then she walked away. I was laughing so hard I had to sit on the curb because I couldn't walk anymore. His face was priceless. It was total shock. It was awesome. My other funny memory was just a few weeks ago. A girl at work and I got in a candy fight. It was after hours so no one really cared that we were throwing candy at each other. I was sitting in a chair by another friend that I work with. I got hit with a piece of candy and went to pick it up and the chair rolled out from under me. I fell flat on my face. Those of you who know me, know that I fall a lot so this is not embarrassing to me by any means. I just popped up and threw candy right back. For my funniest story... About 2 months ago, I had a meeting really early in the morning and I was running late, so I ran downstairs to grab my jacket out of the dryer and I ran out the door. I got to the meeting and sat there for an hour. After the meeting I went to get a drink with a girl at work. I got back to my desk and took my jacket off. I could see something pink in the hood of my white jacket. After further investigation I say outloud (that was not on purpose by the way) "Why do I have underwear in the hood of my jacket?" That's right folks. I know some other department was talking about me all day. Wondering why the girl in front of them had underwear in her jacket. I was so red (which is something that doesn't happen very often.) I could have crawled in a hole and died. Needless to say, I always check my hood of my jacket when I pull it out of the dryer.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
In August a very good friend of mine passed away. Unfortunately/fortunately I was in Fish Lake for the Tippetts family reunion so I wasn't able to go to the funeral. Because of this I am grateful but at the same time I never really got closer with the whole incident. I'll walk down the hallway where she sat at work expecting to see her. Or I'll say something and think she would think that it was hilarious so I go to call her and remember that she isn't there. It was very hard for me at first because when I first went back the work after it happened I would see her name on tasks she sent to me, or patients would call in and ask for her. No one said anything about her at work. All we would say to patients was that she no longer worked with us. We never talked about her. While it's still very hard for everyone I work with who knew her, we progressively are able to talk about her now, 5 months later. Mostly we talk about all of the funny things she did. This woman had no personal space and she loved to make others come out of their bubbles. One of my favorite memories of her was one day when I was living in Provo, I hadn't seen my mom in weeks because I was trying to save gas. I called my mom while I was at work because I missed her, though I couldn't tell her that. My phone call was based around what I was to do with the garbage can once I moved back home. After I hung up with my mom I started crying because I missed her so much. Janiel saw me crying and came over to ask me if everything was OK and she said, "You know, you're mom would be so tickled if she knew you were here at work crying because you miss her and she's only 20 minutes away from you." She just gave me hug and told me to go see my mom. She was such an amazing lady. I'm sure that when I die, the first person I will look for will be her. She is one of the best people I've ever met and I miss her like crazy!!