Tuesday, March 13, 2007
And, as the swallows return to Capistrano . . .
So Sarah returns to blogging. I'd have to check my archives, but I have a feeling I've used some version of that title before. A lot has happened between my last blog and now. I got a job, I went to quite the party at Tracy's new place, Tracy got a newer place because the first place burned down - you know, the usual.
I don't remember how many people came, but if you total up everyone who came and left during the night I'll bet it was around 20, maybe 25. Tracy and I made some dangerously tasty punch with red and green Hawaiian Punch (in Rubbermaid pitchers for easy access). The red had no name but I delighted in telling everyone that the green was called "I Thought It Was Punch, But It's Not." Now, if you don't get that one say it out loud a few times and remember that I have the sense of humor of a 12-year-old boy. Also, we loaded it with chunks of pineapple, lime, orange, and some maraschino cherries. I dominated at beer pong with both of my wonderful partners, Tracy and Aaron. I didn't play too many games, though, since the plan was to get pleasantly buzzed, not stumble-down drunk. Strangely enough, the plan worked. Bed time came around 3am. I slept on a cot and shared the guest bedroom with a young gentleman who was a good friend of Jeff''s from college. After the lights were turned off, said young gentleman laid down on the floor instead of his bed and proceeded to vomit on himself. Then he snored. Then he vomitted some more. And he snored again. I was very tired, so it didn't really bother me until some sort of gas escaped while his stomach muscles were pushing up the rest of his Red Bull and Vodka. Sounds I can sleep through, but smells? I took the mattress off the cot and slept on the living room floor, and in the moring entertained everyone with the story of the midnight bomber what bombs at midnight (for you Tick fans out there).
Later in the week (after having sent out e-invites for the next party) Tracy called and asked me to guess how she spent her Valentine's Day. My last guess would have been that she stood outside in her pajamas (okay, her underwear) in the beginnings of an ice storm and watched the back of her apartment burn off. I was like "No way," and she was like, "No, really," and I was like "No fucking way!" I absolutely could not believe it. She lived in an old house that had been converted into first and second floor units. The back of the house was an edition. It was caused by one of three things: faulty electrical wiring, the second floor tenants threw a cigarette out onto their porch, or the crazy kid who used to live there set it on fire (long story). My first thought was "Oh my god, all her books!" Fortunately, none of Tracy and Jeff's stuff was ruined. She thought the mattress and the couches might be smoke damaged but everything aired out nicely. And now they have a multi-level place in Marlborough and have already sent out invitations for another party. I'm just glad that if it had to happen it didn't happen the night of the party, because there were several heavy, inebriated boys passed out in that house and I don't think that Tracy and I could have hauled all their asses out the door.
And, the job. I got a temp-to-hire position at Brigham and Women's Hospital in the dermatology department which is actually located about a block away from the main hospital in a satellite office. I started at the beginning of February and they just hired me last week. My official title is Receptionist/Check-In II. When you go to the doctor's office, I'm the person who checks you in, takes your co-pay, makes sure you have a referral, and makes you fill out that information form you fill out every frickin' time you see your doctor. I also open, which means I get there around 7am, change the dates on the card stampers, unlock the doors, and print up all the paperwork for the next day's patients. I really like the people I work with, I'm never bored, I'm getting paid more than what I got at Marders, and the health plan is fantastic. Not to mention the perks. I got 10% off my iced coffee at JP Licks yesterday just because I was wearing my ID. They offer discount tickets to museums and events and amusement parks, discounts for cell phone plans, all kinds of stuff. I think I might stick with this job for a while.
I don't remember how many people came, but if you total up everyone who came and left during the night I'll bet it was around 20, maybe 25. Tracy and I made some dangerously tasty punch with red and green Hawaiian Punch (in Rubbermaid pitchers for easy access). The red had no name but I delighted in telling everyone that the green was called "I Thought It Was Punch, But It's Not." Now, if you don't get that one say it out loud a few times and remember that I have the sense of humor of a 12-year-old boy. Also, we loaded it with chunks of pineapple, lime, orange, and some maraschino cherries. I dominated at beer pong with both of my wonderful partners, Tracy and Aaron. I didn't play too many games, though, since the plan was to get pleasantly buzzed, not stumble-down drunk. Strangely enough, the plan worked. Bed time came around 3am. I slept on a cot and shared the guest bedroom with a young gentleman who was a good friend of Jeff''s from college. After the lights were turned off, said young gentleman laid down on the floor instead of his bed and proceeded to vomit on himself. Then he snored. Then he vomitted some more. And he snored again. I was very tired, so it didn't really bother me until some sort of gas escaped while his stomach muscles were pushing up the rest of his Red Bull and Vodka. Sounds I can sleep through, but smells? I took the mattress off the cot and slept on the living room floor, and in the moring entertained everyone with the story of the midnight bomber what bombs at midnight (for you Tick fans out there).
Later in the week (after having sent out e-invites for the next party) Tracy called and asked me to guess how she spent her Valentine's Day. My last guess would have been that she stood outside in her pajamas (okay, her underwear) in the beginnings of an ice storm and watched the back of her apartment burn off. I was like "No way," and she was like, "No, really," and I was like "No fucking way!" I absolutely could not believe it. She lived in an old house that had been converted into first and second floor units. The back of the house was an edition. It was caused by one of three things: faulty electrical wiring, the second floor tenants threw a cigarette out onto their porch, or the crazy kid who used to live there set it on fire (long story). My first thought was "Oh my god, all her books!" Fortunately, none of Tracy and Jeff's stuff was ruined. She thought the mattress and the couches might be smoke damaged but everything aired out nicely. And now they have a multi-level place in Marlborough and have already sent out invitations for another party. I'm just glad that if it had to happen it didn't happen the night of the party, because there were several heavy, inebriated boys passed out in that house and I don't think that Tracy and I could have hauled all their asses out the door.
And, the job. I got a temp-to-hire position at Brigham and Women's Hospital in the dermatology department which is actually located about a block away from the main hospital in a satellite office. I started at the beginning of February and they just hired me last week. My official title is Receptionist/Check-In II. When you go to the doctor's office, I'm the person who checks you in, takes your co-pay, makes sure you have a referral, and makes you fill out that information form you fill out every frickin' time you see your doctor. I also open, which means I get there around 7am, change the dates on the card stampers, unlock the doors, and print up all the paperwork for the next day's patients. I really like the people I work with, I'm never bored, I'm getting paid more than what I got at Marders, and the health plan is fantastic. Not to mention the perks. I got 10% off my iced coffee at JP Licks yesterday just because I was wearing my ID. They offer discount tickets to museums and events and amusement parks, discounts for cell phone plans, all kinds of stuff. I think I might stick with this job for a while.
Labels: Good News Everyone, Out and About With Tracy
