6 Days...

6 Days!

And what am I doing?? Working... I must be crazy.

But at this point everything I have to do is business hour type stuff. Tomorrow will be a very busy day. But that's ok. It's all my fault but at least by working tonight I free myself to not feel like I have to work next week!

I have some amazing stuff planned like whoa in addition to my crazy packing, official document to do list, and cleaning. I don't think I will be packing as much as I thought just because I think I will end up buying a lot of there. Which makes sense... or at least in my book.

I decided to come to work after lunch with my family because I had some things to fax to my recruiter... naturally I forgot them at home. So, when I get off at 11 I'm headed home to get my shit and come back to work. But, I know if I don't do it tonight I won't do it until it's due Wednesday.

I will one of these days get my shit together for this move... just not tonight. I'm starting to get sad, nervous, excited, happy, and.... I may barf.

9/8 Days...

I mean really…

So with 9 days to go…. Well I should just say 8 (crap)…. I have so much to do and I am currently my own worst enemy.  Here’s how the last 18 hours played out…

I worked my last night in PI.  Night Final.  I was sad and so many hugs and love that I almost cried… had I not had a shitty kinda busy night I might have.  Thanks to friends though I stayed a float and managed to clock out at 0730.  Boom.  I tried to compete this video thing I have to for my new job… sounds easy, right? It was so easy! NOT.  It took like 2 hours! And on top of that when I got to the end it didn't show the damn effing dang certificate I was to print to give to my new boss.  I mean really.  So I have to take it yet again! Then I slept through my pee test, so I have to reschedule that.  Didn’t go to lunch with my Dad.  And My boxes…. I don’t even want to talk about it.

However, my sweet CI friend from UAB and I will be going to dinner in a few and I absolutely cannot wait.  Saying she’s my CI friend doesn’t do her justice.  She would literally deflect a bullet, and then stab the shooter in the eye with a scalpel… all while cannulating ECMO and doing compressions on two different patients. Rockstar.  I love her and will miss her terribly.  That’s what is stressing me most.  I have kept a close group of friends over the years, very close, and now I am leaving them.  Thanks to facetime and skype I will maintain my sanity as I drive across the country and start my new life.

Needless to say, in addition to lunching and going to fabulous dinners, I gotta get shit done.  And figure out how all my clothes will fit into my Acura along with all the other shit stuff I am taking.  I have a week left in Birmingham… Just hit me.  Now time for a cocktail…

I will miss SKP and I being locker neighbors...

11 Days... and no sleep

Last night at work some of my co-workers brought some yummy deserts for my going away. I ate so much strawberry cake, blondies, and ice cream cake I felt like Garfield and thought I was going to yack. But it was a nice treat at 4am when the lull is hitting.

I almost fought a friend over some boxes tonight at work... haha like I even need them, the ones I have are collecting dust so well in my bedroom. (That was my daily post about the boxes... I know you were curious!)

I did however fax a bunch of my paperwork! Funny story, I received an email stating they got the fax but attached were two more they forgot to send... cuss word. Employee Health was giving flu shots this morning so I didn't get to stop by there but that is on the list for tomorrow morning! Along with breakfast and drinks with one of my favorites. (Drinking in the morning is a normal night shift worker habit, don't know it till you try it.) … I really wanted to say don't knock it till you try it, B****! However, I was reprimanded on the phone earlier for my obscenity usage so *Cheers* to making an effort!

Today, whilst coming down from an outrageous sugar high (crashing), I was so excited to be in bed by 8:30! The story continues with me waking up 4 hours later unable to go back to sleep. I occupied my sleeplessness with Peeta and Catching Fire. It was nice.  I think I just have a lot on my mind so sleep may be difficult to come by. Then thought since I was in a 'mood' (which some people say I'm always sassy), I would counter act it with a Venti Pumpkin Spice Latte and a beloved honeycrisp apple.  Worked like a charm.  If I'm normally sassy this mood was something else. Probably due to the current state of my diet and exercise routine... non-existence would be the key word here. When a cute resident from another service asked me tonight how my workouts were going I lied and said 'Wonderful!, though I do feel I'm in a bit of a slum.) Really? However, I did bring more Paleo yumminess for dinner and am thoroughly excited.

A friend asked me today about my car tag. I think it's a running joke amongst my friends... but I don't care. Those lines are ridic and I refuse to stand in them. I did find out I could call first so I'm thinking Friday will be the day! HaHa I know everyone will have mixed emotions: happy I finally did it and sad they can't laugh about it anymore. I'm SURE there will be something else about me they can find :)

Next week is the week of Finality. I have so much to do, a bunch of Good-byes... and meals planned at some of my favorite restaurants in Birmingham. I can't wait.

12 Days...

Another day gone... and still my To Do list growing. I think I just had a mini TIA/MI/Vagal event when I opened an email from my travel company with a list of documents I still need to turn in... I was like oh shit!! For-realzzz??? 

Yesterday ended up being an awesome day. Dad and I rescheduled lunch for Friday so I met a friend instead. The only times I feel like I see him are when one of us are either coming or going to or from LA. It's been like a year. But oh well, one more goodbye out of the way. I may shed a tear.

Update on my boxes... I couldn't look at them in my living room anymore so I moved them back to the bedroom. I did at least put some clothes and randoms in them but naturally the pair of jeans I wanted to wear today were in the bottom so the boxes are back to being empty.

I was at a restaurant for Happy Hour (mah shit true love) and it was so annoying how many people want to talk to you at the bar. I mean geez. Then I got asked a ton of questions about my travel position and blah blah blah. I may have had one too many martinis just because people were annoying... Ok fine, maybe it wasn't that bad but this hag did say being a travel nurse to her seemed like being a 'Nomad.' I mean really...

I didn't work out today or run... another issue in itself. I did however cook some AUHmazing food. I could eat my body weight in pork tenderloin. Purchasing all the food wasn't pleasant. I dropped an entire container of 18 count eggs. Yes... all 18 of them went crashing to the floor with about 5 onlookers present and 3 'stock-ers.' I should really find out if all these words I use are actually real or not. WTF. Then this batty woman handed me a card for alcoholism awareness when I was buying about 8 bottles of wine.. no judgment, they were on sale. Then the cashier asked me to get my items out of the basket myself and didn't even help me! Literally watched me do it. Naturally it can't be that easy. I dropped my 6 honeycrisp apples out of the bag and they all go rolling across the floor. Does this happen to other people?? I literally drove to another market and purchased my apples because I refused to pack all my shit back up in my basket and go get more.

Got home without killing myself, another person, or my beloved eggs. Cooked, organized the piles of shit that will eventually make it to a box, and took a nap. Ok I lie, I closed my eyes for about 15 minutes because I couldn't stop reading the second Hunger Games book. All in all I am very blessed and need to be more upbeat. But after to sacrifice of my eggs, apples, and contemplating my drinking problem I don't have to energy to be my sarcastic self at this point. I owe an upbeat sarcastic blog ;)

12 Days to go...

13 Days to go...

Where do I even start?

I am moving to Los Angeles in 13 days… (yes, that right, thirteen!) and I haven’t packed shit a lick! I am leaving the City I have lived in my whole life and moving to Hollywood.  This may or may not be a good thing.  Considering I actually now hardly anyone in there this will be interesting.  I know people in California just not the LA area.  Do you think some of the people I follow on Twitter would be my friend? Trace from ‘Flipping Out,’ some of the RHOBH? Ryan Seacrest? No? Me either… Ok, I lie.  Before I actually arrive in LA I must drive 31 hours to get there.  I just died.  Those of you, who know me, know that I am not the best car person.  

[Sidestory: I went with my family this past week to the beach for my mom’s birthday and for my ‘farewell.’  Let’s see, I made it about 4 hours before I was nuts.  4 freaking hours? Are you kidding me? And I am planning to drive at least 10 hour days.  This may get ugly. End of sidestory… (is that even a word?!)]

So needless to say you would think I would have made a nice dent in packing or cleaning or all the paperwork I have to turn in to my Travel Nurse Company… but negative. I have maybe done a 1% of all the above.  If this were a ‘Chipper’ WOD or a ‘Benchmark’ WOD I would be on the ground dying.  I lie; all I have to do for most of my paperwork is turn the shit in.  But have I even done that? No.  All I have to do is fax it.  In my defense I did attempt to the other night but naturally the fax machine… well for in an effort to conserve profanities: the thing wouldn’t send. 

Did you know today is Columbus Day… and that’s some sort of Holiday that ‘normal’ schedule people get to stay at home? On the top of my To Do list today was go by employee health and get a copy of my titer records and get a TB Skin test… yeah, they are closed.  The Second thing was to go to the DMV to get a new tag for my ‘new’ car that I have been driving for at least 6 months with no tag.   Procrastination at its finest.  I just refuse to go stand in those outrageous lines.  So currently as a result I have washed some clothes (not folded… washed), moved my boxes from my kitchen to living room, though they are empty, attempted this blog, and scheduled lunch with my Dad (because he is one of those ‘normal’ schedule people and gets the day off…

So with 13 days and counting (three of those nights will be spent saving children in the PICU) I still have a lot of shit TA-DO!

(Out of all the things to be judged for from this post… no grammar jokes from my writer friends… kthanks)