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PTG and other stories
Mar. 23rd, 2004 08:04 pmI'm still half asleep, so please ignore all things that don't make any sense, no matter how you mentally edit other words to try and fix this. I don't like waking up at 7:07AM to the sound of squirrels tap dancing overhead. But I woke up, did the morning ritual that included getting dressed, and then went to zee plasma center. Where it was very cold outside and there were crazy people. Yes. Waited 15 minutes, went inside when it opened, signed up and spent a lot of time watching my book. I know, I should be reading it, but hte words wouldn't form in my head. Woe. Then someone got the TV turned on and... Pinnochio, the live action version, was on. That was scary. I'd forgotten they even made that movie. I wish I still lived in a world where that knowledge didn't come with visuals to back it up.
Lots of waiting. I'll skip past it. I got to answer 3 questions or something insane [I still couldn't tell you if I have any real allergies, btw] and two of those were verifying my name and address. :p They kept asking that over and over, and they'd fire it at you so you were dazed and more than a little confused. They pricked my finger [I. hate. that. I thank a random deity everyday that so far I've yet to develop diabetes because... whoa. That would be no fun at all, man] and toom my temp. Which was, for those playing along at home 99.8. Which is too high. But, aha! I was chewing gum. So again we tried and it was 99.3. Wheeee. Was told to go out front and... mumble. So I did. La. Waited for forever and a day, finally called back for zee "physical" which was basically me repeating my name, address, and other stuff and saying no. A lot.
Laaa. Was sent on to the back waiting room, got a bed on the wrong side [my left arm, people] so I got to have my tubes and stuff draped across me, so I spent 45 minutes afraid to scratch my nose. Luckily the trashy movie on when I was sent back ended and Regarding Henry came on. Some very, very loud guy wanted the channel changed, but Gigi, the tech, said no. Woo. So I got to read Regarding Henry [which I'd been thinking about last week for some reason] and try not to concentrate on the fact that I was selling my sweet baby plasma for some pretty cash of which I'd only keep $5. :p
Then, I got my money, felt very tired, and went to court with Mumsy. That was fun. The judge basically took one look at you. If you weren't throwing a hissy fit and over 30, your fine was cut in half. If you were younger, or threw a fit, you got off. Mom got her fine cut, but t was still freakishly high for running a yellow light, went back, mentioned that she'd need like a billion years to pay this stupid fine, and it was waved away like the others. On the condition that she was good for 90 days [everyone else got 60, but, whatever] it would go poof.
Dance of glee! Only guess who had a parking ticket? That's right. Us. Which sent Mumsy nuclear because, on the day she got her stupid ticket, she asked Moto-cop 3 times where she was supposed to park and not. get. a. ticket. And he told her the parking lot for the Joe [stadium]. Anywhere, he said when asked further. So she parked anywhere. And got a ticket because she was in the MUSC part of the parking lot. The only signs that tell you this are on one side of the parking lot. The other entrance is sign free. So she stormed off to find out who to kill or sweet talk and came back with the answer.
The PTG. Parking Ticket Goddess. [I called her this, but come on. Someone tells you to call a number and she will take care of it? What else could she be?]
Get home, again, am very tired, and wish nothing more than to pass out for the rest of my days. Only Walgreens calls because they want me to finish my application. o_O Dude. So, tomorrow I get to do that and have an interview. Yay for me. Wish me luck. I'm not sure what kind of luck, but... luck.
*dies again*
Lots of waiting. I'll skip past it. I got to answer 3 questions or something insane [I still couldn't tell you if I have any real allergies, btw] and two of those were verifying my name and address. :p They kept asking that over and over, and they'd fire it at you so you were dazed and more than a little confused. They pricked my finger [I. hate. that. I thank a random deity everyday that so far I've yet to develop diabetes because... whoa. That would be no fun at all, man] and toom my temp. Which was, for those playing along at home 99.8. Which is too high. But, aha! I was chewing gum. So again we tried and it was 99.3. Wheeee. Was told to go out front and... mumble. So I did. La. Waited for forever and a day, finally called back for zee "physical" which was basically me repeating my name, address, and other stuff and saying no. A lot.
Laaa. Was sent on to the back waiting room, got a bed on the wrong side [my left arm, people] so I got to have my tubes and stuff draped across me, so I spent 45 minutes afraid to scratch my nose. Luckily the trashy movie on when I was sent back ended and Regarding Henry came on. Some very, very loud guy wanted the channel changed, but Gigi, the tech, said no. Woo. So I got to read Regarding Henry [which I'd been thinking about last week for some reason] and try not to concentrate on the fact that I was selling my sweet baby plasma for some pretty cash of which I'd only keep $5. :p
Then, I got my money, felt very tired, and went to court with Mumsy. That was fun. The judge basically took one look at you. If you weren't throwing a hissy fit and over 30, your fine was cut in half. If you were younger, or threw a fit, you got off. Mom got her fine cut, but t was still freakishly high for running a yellow light, went back, mentioned that she'd need like a billion years to pay this stupid fine, and it was waved away like the others. On the condition that she was good for 90 days [everyone else got 60, but, whatever] it would go poof.
Dance of glee! Only guess who had a parking ticket? That's right. Us. Which sent Mumsy nuclear because, on the day she got her stupid ticket, she asked Moto-cop 3 times where she was supposed to park and not. get. a. ticket. And he told her the parking lot for the Joe [stadium]. Anywhere, he said when asked further. So she parked anywhere. And got a ticket because she was in the MUSC part of the parking lot. The only signs that tell you this are on one side of the parking lot. The other entrance is sign free. So she stormed off to find out who to kill or sweet talk and came back with the answer.
The PTG. Parking Ticket Goddess. [I called her this, but come on. Someone tells you to call a number and she will take care of it? What else could she be?]
Get home, again, am very tired, and wish nothing more than to pass out for the rest of my days. Only Walgreens calls because they want me to finish my application. o_O Dude. So, tomorrow I get to do that and have an interview. Yay for me. Wish me luck. I'm not sure what kind of luck, but... luck.
*dies again*
