The world as I know it...
My Dearest Livejournal... oh how I've missed you. *grins*
It's been forever since I last wrote. And frankly, I've been lost and confused without you... having to figure out life and everything attached to it. It's been a bit unbearable at times. But I'm back... and I plan to write more. If and when I have the time...
I was trying to read my last few entries to get a feel for where I left off. But reading the third journal entry, I just realized that my life is different now. So, instead of just trying to start from where I left off, I'm just going to start anew.
KJ contacted me today. It's been quite a while... and honestly, it was weird talking to him again. I heard a bit about what's going on in his life... and just didn't want to say anything that I might regret or something. So, I just kept my answers mostly short and to the point. But he did ask me something that had me thinking... "So, how does it feel now that you're done with NWCC?" My answer back to him was simple... "Don't think about it... It was a part of my life... and now it's over. No need to keep reliving it." This is very much the truth... I haven't really thought about NCCC since I graduated. I just kinda went on my way... it wasn't until I received a phone call from Laura that I realized that I don't really talk to anyone from there anymore... sadly, not even Chivon. (I miss you girl!!!)
I've just been super busy... trying to establish myself in the outside world. NCCC was a very painful time for me... emotionally. I'd just rather not really think about it. There was far too much loneliness, confusion, and backstabbing... just drama in general. So, I moved on...
Now, *smiles* I'm sorta in a relationship. Never been in a relationship quite like this... and he makes me happy... really truly happy! He's such a sweetheart... and omg- so romantic! I get emails every morning from him... he calls me at least once a day just to tell me he loves me. Not to mention talking until all hours of the night... I really believe he loves me for me. He calls me his "little one" and his "M'lady of the Rose". *grins*
I had quite a hard time lately... and he's been there for me. Just encouraging me to talk... and telling me that he's there if I need him. We've already had our first few fights... and made it out really unharmed. Probably stronger than when we went in. And he's already said that he knows I'm the one for him! *giggles* Oh boy... what am I to do?
Unfortunately, we haven't really had much time to spend together lately. Both of us have been working long hours... and by the time we do get a chance to simply hang out, one of us is always too tired to really do much. But we try... and that's what really counts, right?
Anyways... one of the last entries I wrote, I referred to my job. Since then, I've kinda made it a career. I very recently took the position of "Store Manager" or "Assistant Manager" of the company. I now have insurance, a 401k, and direct deposit. lol Not a big thing to some of you... but when I have to drive half hour to get to my bank on days when I should be off but most times not... it's very handy! But anyway... yes, I am now working as administration. (oh boy... watch out!) Most days, I've felt completely overwhelmed... been working with one of my co-workers (she's the only other woman in the store... and started around the same time I did) to try to catch the company up as far as paperwork goes... and lordy, there is quite a bit of paperwork! But we're close to done... and for newbies, we're doing pretty damn well, if I say so myself!
The two of us are taking our first business trip as employees of "Pools Etc" next week. *reminds me, I still have to pack!!!* We're heading down to Atlanta, GA for a week to take part in some "dealer's mart". We fly down on Monday and fly back to CT on Friday. Then I'm expected to work on Saturday... *rolls eyes* I'm looking forward to the trip. Haven't really had much of a vacation since Christmas... and even that felt like I had to force myself to have fun. But not going there... This will give us a reason to simply just relax and have fun. Something that we both are in dire need of... *smiles*
As I wrote earlier, I have been having some hard times lately. Namely with family... but I have to report the death of another friend of mine... I recently found out that a friend from Alabama passed away while serving in Iraq. It took me some time to comprehend who he was... I was reading a friend's myspace page in which she wrote about him. As soon as I saw his name, I knew that I knew that name! I just couldn't figure out why... so, I clicked on the link to his myspace page. Saw his face, again... couldn't quite figure out why I knew him. Ended up having to pull out high school yearbooks... it was there that I realized who he was. After a few tears and a moment of silence, put my yearbook down and headed downstairs to tell my mom. She didn't know him... but just the fact that it was someone I knew... I guess I was just reaching out instead of overthinking it.
I have been having a few of my moments of depression lately. I'll hide myself in a corner and won't talk to anyone. It's been very strong again. But like I said, my guy has been getting me to talk more when I'm in those dark moments. Still wonder why he's around... but truly treasure him for it.
Other than that, it's just been family issues. Courtney recently decided that she was moving back home. She's now my roommate. Samantha has now moved in with her boyfriend, Phil. Things have been quite catty around here. And finally starting to calm down.
Pretty much... the story...
A few weeks back, around 11 on a Wednesday night, I received a phone call. Courtney was calling me in tears, begging me to come over. I tried to calm her down and get her to talk to me... trying to find out what is going on. She told me that she really needed someone with her. She received a phone call from a guy friend telling her that he never wanted to see her again. When I asked her why, she told me that he tested positive for an STD and he believes she gave it to him. (Still with me?) She apparently asked him what he tested positive for, and he refused to give out that information... just saying he thought it would be better for them not to be friends. So, she's pretty much calling me to tell me that she's scared she might have some STD as well. I asked her if she wanted me to go to her... or if she wanted me to bring her back to my house. Then in the morning, we would go see a doctor and find out what's going on. Almost as quickly as it came out of my mouth, she said she wanted to stay with me. So, now midnight... I'm driving to go get my sister. The entire drive, I'm on the phone with her. She's telling me that she doesn't want me to hang up. Finally, I get to her house... and she hangs up telling me that she'll be right down. About 5 minutes later, I'm standing in the middle of a parking lot of an apartment complex with my sister crying in my arms. I do the sisterly thing... telling her that everything's going to be alright. We're going to figure out what to do. And you'll be alright...
*sigh*
After a few minutes, her tears slow down and we get into the car. I slowly drive back. She doesn't say anything to me. Once we arrive back at my house, she begins to cry again... and I'm up with her for most of that night. I had to be at work the next morning at 8. I ended up calling to inform my coworker that a family emergency has come up. I will not be in until sometime later.
After this, I am looking around for some clinics to take her to... I know that some places give out free STD testing. I find a place... only to learn it's no longer there. Really, there's no place around here to do it... I take her to Backus Hospital in Norwich. There, a woman tells us that they no longer provide the testing without a doctor's order. If we can get a doctor to see her and provide a note that says she might have an STD... (are you serious?!?!) So, I take Courtney to the emergency room in Ledyard where the lady behind the counter tells us of another place to go... she makes a bunch of phone calls and gives us an address in Groton. When we head over there, another lady tells us that they don't do testing... and that the only other place she can think of is in New London. So, we drive down there... When we get there, we find that the building doesn't exist! I get pissed off and tell Courtney that we're going back to the emergency room. She nods and we head back to Ledyard.
Looking at the clock, the time is now around 2 pm. I have no idea when I'm going to be heading to work. My work day ends at 6. The ER doctor takes a look at her... gives her a pregnancy test. When the results from that come back negative, they give her medicine that's suppose to suppress any sort of infection from forming- or something. The doctor informs her that if her friend's blood work came back positive (which it did), it means he could only have 3 things... AIDS, Herpes, and something else she can't remember. So, he took some blood work to run tests as well. But told her that she would need to be tested for AIDS at the Center for Disease Control in New London. He told her that the results from his testing would be back the following Tuesday. Then gave her the address of the CDC.
She gave me the address and we were off to New London to have the AIDS test done. We are driving around for a number that doesn't seem to be anywhere in sight. Finally, taking a shot in the dark, we take a look at a big building behind some of the other big buildings... and there it is! Once we head inside, we find that the place has been moved... it was now on a different floor. And when we get downstairs to the new location, we learn that it's closed everyday but Tuesday and Wednesday. (sorry, but you can't help but to laugh at this day...) I tell her I'm done driving around... that this was complete crap. I had to get to work. She had to get ready to head to work... we had the main test done. If she wanted me to go with her to have the other test done, it would have to be another day.
I take her back to her apartment and head to work. I arrive at 3. (Don't ask me how I did it... I still have no idea!) As soon as I arrive, I inform my boss and my coworker who was gracious enough to cover for me what was happening... I'm handed a huge pile of papers, told to make phone calls- confirming that our people would be making appearances at customers' houses. When I finish that, Mark (my boss) tells me to go home and get some sleep.
For the next few days, Courtney stays with me and decides that she doesn't want to live with Samantha anymore. She said that I took better care of her the last few days than Samantha did the entire time they were roommates. She can't stand living there. (On a side note, Courtney has officially moved back home as of this last Sunday.) The next few weeks were hell. Courtney called Samantha to tell her that she was done. She didn't want to live in the apartment with Sam anymore. And that she was moving out. The two of them were at war for the last few weeks... Samantha called me a few days after the trip to the hospital, asking me what was wrong with Courtney. I told her that she needed to talk to Courtney. Samantha didn't like my answer... started yelling at me, called me a "bitch", and hung up.
Sometime during that time, Courtney called Mom and Dad to tell them about the hospital and what was going on. Dad got pissed off when Courtney told him about things happening with Samantha. He called her, started yelling at her. She then got mad and hung up on him. He then calls me... pretty much telling me to tell Samantha that he's done with her. When Mom came to visit, she tried to talk to Samantha and Courtney. Mom kept saying that it was killing her to see her girls fighting. Samantha then told Mom that she didn't want her involved... saying that Mom had nothing to do with what was happening. But she proceeded to tell Mom that she felt that Courtney, Dad, and I were teaming up on her. (Excuse me? I did nothing!) Sometime around this point, Samantha actually runs away. She came back... but since then, I haven't spoken to Samantha or Dad.
About a week and a half after the start of this stuff, Courtney's car was in the shop. So, she had to drive mine. I received a phone call from Doc saying that Courtney was in an accident with my car. She was complaining of back and neck pains. He wanted me to take her to the hospital... just to make sure she was ok. It just so happened that Lasie was also going to the hospital to have a lump on her back examined. I ended up taking Courtney to the same hospital I did before. And after they took a look at her, I rushed Lasie over to the vet. Both are fine now...
Shortly after the accident, I noticed damage done to my car. Some part of the muffler was sticking out from under the car. And I could hear it scraping against the ground when Courtney drove the car. She ended up taking my car to the mechanics and picking hers up. She ended up in another accident... deflating her tire. So... big sister to the rescue again. (I really should get an award for this... *grins*) I have her car fixed and back to her within an hour. It's just a good thing I woke up an hour earlier than I needed to... so, I wasn't late for work.
And that's it... my life as of late... this truly is the world as I know it! I just hope it calms down sometime soon... or I might not make it out alive! *grins* Hoping that everyone is alright out in livejournal land! Take care!!!
It's been forever since I last wrote. And frankly, I've been lost and confused without you... having to figure out life and everything attached to it. It's been a bit unbearable at times. But I'm back... and I plan to write more. If and when I have the time...
I was trying to read my last few entries to get a feel for where I left off. But reading the third journal entry, I just realized that my life is different now. So, instead of just trying to start from where I left off, I'm just going to start anew.
KJ contacted me today. It's been quite a while... and honestly, it was weird talking to him again. I heard a bit about what's going on in his life... and just didn't want to say anything that I might regret or something. So, I just kept my answers mostly short and to the point. But he did ask me something that had me thinking... "So, how does it feel now that you're done with NWCC?" My answer back to him was simple... "Don't think about it... It was a part of my life... and now it's over. No need to keep reliving it." This is very much the truth... I haven't really thought about NCCC since I graduated. I just kinda went on my way... it wasn't until I received a phone call from Laura that I realized that I don't really talk to anyone from there anymore... sadly, not even Chivon. (I miss you girl!!!)
I've just been super busy... trying to establish myself in the outside world. NCCC was a very painful time for me... emotionally. I'd just rather not really think about it. There was far too much loneliness, confusion, and backstabbing... just drama in general. So, I moved on...
Now, *smiles* I'm sorta in a relationship. Never been in a relationship quite like this... and he makes me happy... really truly happy! He's such a sweetheart... and omg- so romantic! I get emails every morning from him... he calls me at least once a day just to tell me he loves me. Not to mention talking until all hours of the night... I really believe he loves me for me. He calls me his "little one" and his "M'lady of the Rose". *grins*
I had quite a hard time lately... and he's been there for me. Just encouraging me to talk... and telling me that he's there if I need him. We've already had our first few fights... and made it out really unharmed. Probably stronger than when we went in. And he's already said that he knows I'm the one for him! *giggles* Oh boy... what am I to do?
Unfortunately, we haven't really had much time to spend together lately. Both of us have been working long hours... and by the time we do get a chance to simply hang out, one of us is always too tired to really do much. But we try... and that's what really counts, right?
Anyways... one of the last entries I wrote, I referred to my job. Since then, I've kinda made it a career. I very recently took the position of "Store Manager" or "Assistant Manager" of the company. I now have insurance, a 401k, and direct deposit. lol Not a big thing to some of you... but when I have to drive half hour to get to my bank on days when I should be off but most times not... it's very handy! But anyway... yes, I am now working as administration. (oh boy... watch out!) Most days, I've felt completely overwhelmed... been working with one of my co-workers (she's the only other woman in the store... and started around the same time I did) to try to catch the company up as far as paperwork goes... and lordy, there is quite a bit of paperwork! But we're close to done... and for newbies, we're doing pretty damn well, if I say so myself!
The two of us are taking our first business trip as employees of "Pools Etc" next week. *reminds me, I still have to pack!!!* We're heading down to Atlanta, GA for a week to take part in some "dealer's mart". We fly down on Monday and fly back to CT on Friday. Then I'm expected to work on Saturday... *rolls eyes* I'm looking forward to the trip. Haven't really had much of a vacation since Christmas... and even that felt like I had to force myself to have fun. But not going there... This will give us a reason to simply just relax and have fun. Something that we both are in dire need of... *smiles*
As I wrote earlier, I have been having some hard times lately. Namely with family... but I have to report the death of another friend of mine... I recently found out that a friend from Alabama passed away while serving in Iraq. It took me some time to comprehend who he was... I was reading a friend's myspace page in which she wrote about him. As soon as I saw his name, I knew that I knew that name! I just couldn't figure out why... so, I clicked on the link to his myspace page. Saw his face, again... couldn't quite figure out why I knew him. Ended up having to pull out high school yearbooks... it was there that I realized who he was. After a few tears and a moment of silence, put my yearbook down and headed downstairs to tell my mom. She didn't know him... but just the fact that it was someone I knew... I guess I was just reaching out instead of overthinking it.
I have been having a few of my moments of depression lately. I'll hide myself in a corner and won't talk to anyone. It's been very strong again. But like I said, my guy has been getting me to talk more when I'm in those dark moments. Still wonder why he's around... but truly treasure him for it.
Other than that, it's just been family issues. Courtney recently decided that she was moving back home. She's now my roommate. Samantha has now moved in with her boyfriend, Phil. Things have been quite catty around here. And finally starting to calm down.
Pretty much... the story...
A few weeks back, around 11 on a Wednesday night, I received a phone call. Courtney was calling me in tears, begging me to come over. I tried to calm her down and get her to talk to me... trying to find out what is going on. She told me that she really needed someone with her. She received a phone call from a guy friend telling her that he never wanted to see her again. When I asked her why, she told me that he tested positive for an STD and he believes she gave it to him. (Still with me?) She apparently asked him what he tested positive for, and he refused to give out that information... just saying he thought it would be better for them not to be friends. So, she's pretty much calling me to tell me that she's scared she might have some STD as well. I asked her if she wanted me to go to her... or if she wanted me to bring her back to my house. Then in the morning, we would go see a doctor and find out what's going on. Almost as quickly as it came out of my mouth, she said she wanted to stay with me. So, now midnight... I'm driving to go get my sister. The entire drive, I'm on the phone with her. She's telling me that she doesn't want me to hang up. Finally, I get to her house... and she hangs up telling me that she'll be right down. About 5 minutes later, I'm standing in the middle of a parking lot of an apartment complex with my sister crying in my arms. I do the sisterly thing... telling her that everything's going to be alright. We're going to figure out what to do. And you'll be alright...
*sigh*
After a few minutes, her tears slow down and we get into the car. I slowly drive back. She doesn't say anything to me. Once we arrive back at my house, she begins to cry again... and I'm up with her for most of that night. I had to be at work the next morning at 8. I ended up calling to inform my coworker that a family emergency has come up. I will not be in until sometime later.
After this, I am looking around for some clinics to take her to... I know that some places give out free STD testing. I find a place... only to learn it's no longer there. Really, there's no place around here to do it... I take her to Backus Hospital in Norwich. There, a woman tells us that they no longer provide the testing without a doctor's order. If we can get a doctor to see her and provide a note that says she might have an STD... (are you serious?!?!) So, I take Courtney to the emergency room in Ledyard where the lady behind the counter tells us of another place to go... she makes a bunch of phone calls and gives us an address in Groton. When we head over there, another lady tells us that they don't do testing... and that the only other place she can think of is in New London. So, we drive down there... When we get there, we find that the building doesn't exist! I get pissed off and tell Courtney that we're going back to the emergency room. She nods and we head back to Ledyard.
Looking at the clock, the time is now around 2 pm. I have no idea when I'm going to be heading to work. My work day ends at 6. The ER doctor takes a look at her... gives her a pregnancy test. When the results from that come back negative, they give her medicine that's suppose to suppress any sort of infection from forming- or something. The doctor informs her that if her friend's blood work came back positive (which it did), it means he could only have 3 things... AIDS, Herpes, and something else she can't remember. So, he took some blood work to run tests as well. But told her that she would need to be tested for AIDS at the Center for Disease Control in New London. He told her that the results from his testing would be back the following Tuesday. Then gave her the address of the CDC.
She gave me the address and we were off to New London to have the AIDS test done. We are driving around for a number that doesn't seem to be anywhere in sight. Finally, taking a shot in the dark, we take a look at a big building behind some of the other big buildings... and there it is! Once we head inside, we find that the place has been moved... it was now on a different floor. And when we get downstairs to the new location, we learn that it's closed everyday but Tuesday and Wednesday. (sorry, but you can't help but to laugh at this day...) I tell her I'm done driving around... that this was complete crap. I had to get to work. She had to get ready to head to work... we had the main test done. If she wanted me to go with her to have the other test done, it would have to be another day.
I take her back to her apartment and head to work. I arrive at 3. (Don't ask me how I did it... I still have no idea!) As soon as I arrive, I inform my boss and my coworker who was gracious enough to cover for me what was happening... I'm handed a huge pile of papers, told to make phone calls- confirming that our people would be making appearances at customers' houses. When I finish that, Mark (my boss) tells me to go home and get some sleep.
For the next few days, Courtney stays with me and decides that she doesn't want to live with Samantha anymore. She said that I took better care of her the last few days than Samantha did the entire time they were roommates. She can't stand living there. (On a side note, Courtney has officially moved back home as of this last Sunday.) The next few weeks were hell. Courtney called Samantha to tell her that she was done. She didn't want to live in the apartment with Sam anymore. And that she was moving out. The two of them were at war for the last few weeks... Samantha called me a few days after the trip to the hospital, asking me what was wrong with Courtney. I told her that she needed to talk to Courtney. Samantha didn't like my answer... started yelling at me, called me a "bitch", and hung up.
Sometime during that time, Courtney called Mom and Dad to tell them about the hospital and what was going on. Dad got pissed off when Courtney told him about things happening with Samantha. He called her, started yelling at her. She then got mad and hung up on him. He then calls me... pretty much telling me to tell Samantha that he's done with her. When Mom came to visit, she tried to talk to Samantha and Courtney. Mom kept saying that it was killing her to see her girls fighting. Samantha then told Mom that she didn't want her involved... saying that Mom had nothing to do with what was happening. But she proceeded to tell Mom that she felt that Courtney, Dad, and I were teaming up on her. (Excuse me? I did nothing!) Sometime around this point, Samantha actually runs away. She came back... but since then, I haven't spoken to Samantha or Dad.
About a week and a half after the start of this stuff, Courtney's car was in the shop. So, she had to drive mine. I received a phone call from Doc saying that Courtney was in an accident with my car. She was complaining of back and neck pains. He wanted me to take her to the hospital... just to make sure she was ok. It just so happened that Lasie was also going to the hospital to have a lump on her back examined. I ended up taking Courtney to the same hospital I did before. And after they took a look at her, I rushed Lasie over to the vet. Both are fine now...
Shortly after the accident, I noticed damage done to my car. Some part of the muffler was sticking out from under the car. And I could hear it scraping against the ground when Courtney drove the car. She ended up taking my car to the mechanics and picking hers up. She ended up in another accident... deflating her tire. So... big sister to the rescue again. (I really should get an award for this... *grins*) I have her car fixed and back to her within an hour. It's just a good thing I woke up an hour earlier than I needed to... so, I wasn't late for work.
And that's it... my life as of late... this truly is the world as I know it! I just hope it calms down sometime soon... or I might not make it out alive! *grins* Hoping that everyone is alright out in livejournal land! Take care!!!