I consider myself a pretty lucky person. Things typically just fall into place for me. I’m not sure why things work out the way they do be it fate, right place, right time or maybe that’s just the way things are supposed to happen because that’s just the way it is. I like to think it’s good karma and the things I do in my life come back around to follow suit. A few examples would be deciding to move to Nashville and getting one interview for a job that I got and then met awesome people at that job that I quickly befriended. That job then afforded me the opportunity to have a summer job that I found and it fit perfectly into my schedule and allowed me to make more connections with people in my field. And so on and so forth. I’m not saying bad things don’t happen to me but often it’s of my own doing anyway so it makes sense. Now a really good example of my luck came this Friday after making plans to meet friends at the Flying Saucer. I was on my way downtown when I realized I needed gas and decided to grab some before getting on the expressway. I grabbed my wallet, paid at the pump and quickly jumped in my car after finishing pumping gas because I heard my phone going off. So I tend to that and begin heading toward the bar. Once arriving as per usual I am carded at the door. I go on my purse to search for my wallet and I can’t find it. Perplexed I tell the guy I must have left it in my car and I’d be right back. So I ran back to my car to begin searching as I begin to panic a little. I’m not one to lose things so this isn’t a habit of mine. I search my car and recall the last place I had it out….the gas station. I then realized that I had set my wallet on the roof of my car after prepaying while I was filling up but I didn’t grab my wallet before jumping in my car. Before I begin hyperventilating I calmly tell myself that my wallet is at the gas station and that I should call to see if anyone had turned it in. I drive well over the speed limit to go the ten miles back to the gas station to see if some kind citizen has turned it in…crossing my fingers and imagining my wallet flying off the roof of my car onto I-40 and then all of its contents scattering across the highway. Cash and cards being run over or being kicked up by tires and landing on the windshields of other cars. In my imagination my wallet opened itself and the cards just jumped out and begin skipping around the open road. I get off the exit before I even have time to find the number for the gas station and wait in the turning lane to enter the parking lot. I then see something in the driveway of the station just barely on the road. It was in fact my wallet sitting in the road in rather pitiful shape. I pulled in the drive and jumped out of my car to retrieve it. The metal frame was bent and misshapen from being run over (possibly by me and who knows how many other cars). I immediately began laughing hysterically at the shape of the wallet and the hilarity of the situation. I drove back to the bar smiling and chuckling to myself about my good fortune and think about the misery and hassle I would have went through had I lost it for good. Ridiculous.
So that was probably the highpoint of the week, or the most ridiculous at least. Well…maybe not the most ridiculous, I did hang out with Paul and his friend from PA a few times throughout the week. Those kids were drinking like they were in college all week. Debauchery ensued as I observed them drink more than necessary and then make sure they didn’t start any fights. Paul's friend and I fought like Paul and I do when it comes to the verbal abuse. We knew each other for five minutes and were already making fun of each other. Man I miss that Northern sarcasm. That same night also involved me confronting an issue that has been hanging over my head for months, resolved it was, for me at least. Seeing Paul with his old friend made me really begin looking forward to the trip to Michigan I’ll be making in a few weeks. I can’t wait to see my friends. The other days in the week didn’t really bring anything too exciting. I changed my hair color to blonde…an experiment that went awry and will take some time to perfect. It was hot as balls most of the week and I visited the skatepark only once and sweat my ass off. My boss also found and offered me a job in Nashville which I wanted terribly but sat down to look at my school schedule and realized that no matter how I moved things around it just wasn’t going to fit. BUMMED. My boss seems to really like me and I must have made a damn good impression for her because she is dead set on keeping me in CASA. I wish it would work out but sadly I just don’t see it happening til at least next summer. Monday starts my last week at work and for as terrible as the pay is, it has been well worth the worrying about money and the massive amount of commuting I have done for it. I won’t miss that drive into Murfreesboro every morning though, that’s for sure but I am proud of the work that I’ve accomplished there in 8 weeks.
I’m excited for school to start as well as my field placement. I’m a little nervous but I don’t think that I have too much to worry about because these last 4 years of work have solidified my notion that social work is where I am supposed to be. Nashville I have come to realize is NOT where I am supposed to be permanently though, but for the time being it’s ok with me. If only that attractive boy and I lived closer. Adventure. Adventures.
Oh yeah, down one pound this week, I may need a slushie intervention.
Hope everyone has a wonderful week J
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