2/26 & 2/27

I found a new coffee shop called High Point. It's more of the type of place I've been looking for. In the center is a fireplace keeping my current shoeless feet warm. Surrounding me are people my age, tasty aromas and in the corner it's live Karoke Night. Lots of undiscovered artists and honestly there is some really great talent. Morgan, I wish you were here to enjoy these tunes with me; I know you'd love it. Coffee isn't bad either.

Today, was eventful, but crazy.

I started with a phone call to wake me up. PSS decided they wanted to expedite my possible career with them. This meant I needed to supply them with clean urine and fill out mas paper work. They have yet to interview a few applicants but Justin says I pretty much have the job.

From there I had three exasperating tasks to complete.

1. Get a new birth certificate.
2. Get a new Social Security card.
3. Get a pee test for work.

I somehow lost the first two and am sure I will need them soon

Everywhere I went, I GoogleEarthed it from my phone. If I'm in SLC it means I have no idea where I am going, so my phone comes in handy.

Okay, I must quit rambling about my day for a moment. The Emo version of Fogle from SuperBad just walked into the coffee shop; skinny pants and freak ass emo hair cut to match. Hah.

Sadly, not knowing where I'm going means I drive alot and don't pay attention to the road....as I am watching my phone. It's dangerous. Especially since in Utah I have like 5 lanes instead of the normal 3 or 4. It's to much space I tell ya, I drift over alot. Hopefully they see my Oregon plates and let it slide...who could ever be mad at an Oregonian; we rock and our state is GREEN!

Eventually I arrived at the "Office of Vital Records and Statistics". I waited patiently ( it was early in the day, my patience was still present) next to a few couples divorcing, some applying for the opposite certificate and many screaming babies; a vast majority of them being Mexican. As someone who enjoys people watching, it was a field day for me. So many different types of people there for different reasons; it always makes me wonder about there lives. I even got to help some of the Spanish speakers who couldn't figure out which form to fill out. I waited about 20 minutes only to find out my blood-father had petitioned to have his name legally on my birth certificate about 5 years ago and all of my file needed to be redone...costing me an extra $25.00 and 45 min. I decided to venture out to the SS office via iPhone.

Can you believe it? My phone directions TOLD ME TO FLIP A U-E. (That's U-Turn for all you lame-o's who don't speak the language.) Never have I been told to do that legally; it's so driving acceptable here and I love it! I embraced it fully. It feels good to be slammed against the side of my car, exaggerating that curve right in front or a PoePoe only to have him smile and wave. *sigh* God Bless America. :)

THE SS OFFICE. I walked in and exclaimed "Oh, My, Lord." It was filled with La Meh-He-Con-Oh's, old people, fakers mooching the disability system, those who desperately needed it and....Arturo. Arturo was a sweet, Canadian Columbian, with classy fashion skills, who decided to strike a conversation with me. Yes, Chris, he was incredibly good looking, a South American Lover to be honest, but your type, not mine. He moved here from Canada to go to school in Utah but is originally from Columbia. His accent was amusing and he smiled and laughed with me as I described my life in Tillamook. When asked about how I arrived in Utah, he was fascinated by the idea that I packed up & moved my life in a week. I actually showed him the coast on GoogleEarth via iPhone and he loved it. He seems like a nice guy to have coffee with every now and then and we exchanged myspaces.

I was there a good 45 min and when I left I felt the need to jump in the air and scream

FREEDOM!!

It added a few laughs and some smiles to the room.... my work was done and I skipped to my car.

I then tried to Google myself to the Pee Test place, but got unbelievably lost, frustrated and teary eyed. Too much time in over-crowded offices and staring at my phone with no idea where too go....pisses me off. I ended up going back to the Birth Certificate place and a whopping $50.00 later I was the owner of two lovely pieces of paper that prove my existence. It showed I was actually born a Utah-ian...but everyone knows I'm an Oregonian at heart.

But it showed me more then just information about myself. Today, I learned about my blood-father. It sounds odd, but looking down at that piece of paper while crossing the street, I almost stopped dead in the middle of the street. To this day, I didn't know his birthday, his middle name, or that he was a Californian to start. It, just felt strange to come across the information. I'm really not sure what emotion I felt coming across this information. I'm still having troubles...with him...or even seeing him at all.. I need to come to terms with it all...but that's a blog and a problem for another day.

From there, I attempted to make my way back to the almighty LABCORP to donate my pee. I'll censor this paragraph and simply say I got incredibly lost, wasted an hour trying to find it when my directions said it was 7 minutes away, and cursed....allot. It finally turned up and I donated my urine. The attendant was a crack-up. She was a Southern Lady who informed me I may not flush or use the faucet and just how much pee goes into the cup. When I marched victoriously out of the bathroom with my ticket to a very well paying job in hand, she smiled and said "Good Job Hunny!". I'll admit, I smiled back. I had only 3 minutes to pee, and I did it...jealous...much?

Of only 3 places to go....it took 4.5 hours. Then rush hour traffic...it sucked.

A crazy, but eventful day. I also got all my W-2's. I feel very "Document Friendly" today.
Sadly, I forgot my camera at home so I can't truly paint a picture for you of my runaround day. But here is my "Daily Thing I like About Utah" ( btw. read the blog below this to figure out what that's about, I didn't have time to seek out internet yesterday, so it's posted today.)

Hunter, my youngest cousin at the brave age of four, is what I love about Utah. So sweet, so rambunctious, and always running out the door after you screaming "Me love you Nannon!". Always wanting to play football with me, cuddle and watcha movie, play games, and in the midst of a good wrestling match where he may get hurt, he always pops right back up and says "Me Otay! Es otay...Me okay!". I adore it when he runs around the house, ball in hand, screaming TOUCHDOWN, or Umble [fumble lol]! So congrats Hunter, you're my favorite (always) today.

He caught me the other day, attempting to throw the heart sign and take a picture of it at the same time. I was trying to take the picture for a friend and he decided he wanted to learn how to do the heart...this is his version. Love Boy, Love.






Night. See Below for yesterday's post.

<3shan>

2/26/08

Today, was bueno.

Last night, I attempted to take NyQuill so I could finally get some sleep and sadly the drugs couldn’t fight the climate. So there I laid, still sleep deprived, hair frizzy, face broken out, and still suffering massive cold symptoms. I admit it, I cursed Utah’/s altitude and climate like a sailor.

I don’t particularly enjoy being upset; I’d venture to say I hate it more then the next person. It just eats away at me, similar to when I’m upset with someone else. I decided, right there in my bed, I needed to buck up and stop being such a whiner. I move…A LOT and though this isn’t the easiest of moves, physically or mentally, I’m blessed. Utah has a lot of beauty (nothing like Oregon…yada yada yada) and I’m missing out on it in my pessimism. Waiting to start a job, missing friends, feeling sick, being cooped up in house all day…it got to me, and it’s time to make an effort not to let it anymore. I have family who rocks and new things to explore J. I’ve decided to find a few things I like about Utah every day I’m here.

With a more positive attitude, my day went a lot better. I woke up, 9:00 am ( dare I say the earliest since I’ve been here) and drove to my job interview at PSS.

In case your curious…it went fantastic.

They pre-screened me with this peppy lady named Tonya. She told me she had to ask me a lot of silly questions and to answer them as best possible. Before even finishing the “Name a time you went above and beyond” type questions, she exclaimed “You know what? I think you’re my girl. I’m going to try and get you an interview right now”. She then disapeered and came back with the boss man. I stood, shook his hand, and he gave me a tour of the facility. During our tour of all the possible things you could put into a hospital, he spoke of the job pay, which is like twelve or thirteen, and the benefits. They also give out not annual but quarterly bonus’. My uncles last bonus? $1200.00.

Me likey.

I was shown my possible office and then to his office to discuss my resume. He had a lot of the same job choices as myself, Teller, Radio DJ; he said looking at my resume was like looking at his own.

Finally, he mentioned that he thought I was perfect for the job, and would be calling by the end of the week.

Wish me luck! I feel really good about it =]

I spent my normal time at the coffee shop, went home, changed out of my sexy seducing interview outfit, and hit the open road towards Orem UT to find a better dress for St. Patty’s. It’s the only town with my favorite store, Forever XXI. I shopped till I dropped and walked out with something I wasn’t sure about, and went to Panda. Sadly, I realized not being able to taste had been added to my cold symptoms and I trashed it. I went home and immediately tried on my dress.

Now? I love my dress. It looked better when I tried it on later.

You like? It’s not the best pic.




IT'S GREEN. Duhr.

It looks trashier then it is. lol. It's green and I have great black heels to go with it. Big chunky bracelets, and of course...A JACKET! St. Patty's is ours! Can't wait to Party! Mesa, Moge, Anup...it's go time.

Okay. Two things I like about Utah. That's right, I'm going big with two today :)

FIRST

I love love love love that my mail comes before noon. Nowhere in OR has that ever happened to me and BOY do I love mail. Will somebody please send me a package?? Txt me for the address.

It’s a silly thing to like, but I love it J. This BTW, is my mailbox.

SECOND:

Look at those mountains! I wake up to those every day and mannnnnn are they gorgeous. I always know which way I’m going to if I can see those mountains. Makes me wish I could ski or snowboard; somebody teach me? I took this pic while driving btw...I'm bad at that.

That’s all the love I got for today.

Love you.

<3shan