Rocky Took a Lover

Hello, hello everyone! Sometimes, I pretend that I have a HUGE blog following (think Oprah big) so I want to talk like that today.

Ok, probably not. But it could be cool.

So the first week of the job is done. What a week! Seriously, it has been the most interesting thing ever. I am glad that is was a BAM! week, though. I mean, if I can deal with that, then I can deal with ANYTHING. Really, I wish I could tell everything, but I am sure that is against conduct or something.

But then again, I am not licensed in anything.....

Maybe I will share later (?)

Well, I might as well tell some of this week.

Monday: I moved into the home. HIGHLY stressful. I have never taken so many Ativans in my life. Thank goodness I still had them. *And really, I only took one the whole day. That is a big deal to me* So, really all I did was move in and eat popcorn. I think I watched a movie. No, I think I read. Let's just say I did both.

Tuesday: I decided to start jogging. My thinking was that it's not TOO hard. Uh, yeah, really should have thought that one through more. No, but it wasn't too bad. I went to the library with a couple of the ladies. While there, my phone went off and it started screaming "Home on the Range" because 1) I feel that is a great ring tone for the summer and 2) because I forgot to turn it on vibrate. I got a lot of awesome looks for that one.

Wednesday: Saw Craig and talked about work. I bought a book to read. I templed it up. I was also trained that day by the previous girl, Jessica. She is pretty much AWESOME. She showed me how to run the home and how to deal with...things. Yeah, it was an interesting day. All throughout it, I was thinking in my head.

"What the HELL am I getting myself into?!"

Ok, it wasn't THAT bad, but it was really fun. I got to ask a ton of times, "Have you called the Crisis Center?" I think that is going to be my mantra for a long, long time.

Thursday was even better. I had one of the girls blatantly say that she doesn't like me or want me there right in front of me. I was like, well, you are nice but guess who is mister manager? I am reeeeeallly nice when I am at work. We did chores, and went grocery shopping. There, Jess and I found out our foot pressure type thing and that was cool. After that, I was off hours, so I went to see my friend (shout out to Kara) and her husband. There, I was given a gift of a can opener. You see, it is hard to eat canned food when you don't have that tool. I graciously accepted it.

Friday: The winner of all winners. I watched a movie with the women *seriously, great job when on hours* and then I hung out with Kaneez. She helped me decorate the place and that was fun. So, pretty much, no one is at the home on the weekends. So really, it was a chill day.

Saturday: This is the REAL winner of winners. I had my days mixed up. So I went to the library's book sale and then I went home to see the padres and steal furniture. I also got a free meal out of it. Props to my parents there. On my way home, I picked up Jess and she helped me even more with my place. Well, all hell broke loose when we came home. There was some drama and I finally blew up. I mean, they have been asking for it and it only lasted for a few minutes, but when it happened, it happened. I even strained a neck muscle in the act. After I cooled down, then we had a heart-to-heart. I felt HORRIBLE for it and we talked about ways how we can make this change and transition easier for everyone. I drove Jess home and I was exhausted from all the events. When I went home, I apologized for my behavior and so did they. Ever since, it has been better.

*Oh, and somewhere in the week, I locked all my keys in my room. Not cool, Waterfall*

Sunday: This was yesterday. And yesterday was an AMAZING day. I got to go to my new ward, and let me tell you something about it. It is just incredible. The people are great, the bishopric seems great, AND I already made friends. Ka-ching there! But really, it is exactly what I needed. I love it when blessings like that happen. I mean, I know that I was supposed to move here and all that, but it makes it even better to see some great things come from it.

I mean, I have wanted to move out for a long time. In fact, I feel like it has been a needed thing. So this job came along with rent paid for. Then, I had the interview right after I freaked out about not having a job for a month (more details are needed there, but I am too lazy to write them) and all this other stuff happened where it was evident that I am supposed to be here. Now, that doesn't make any of this easier, though, especially after New York. That damage is still there and it will take a while for more healing to happen. So, honestly, I was feeling like this will be the same way. But, so far, it hasn't. In fact, I really don't think that any of that stuff will happen again. This is my own transition time, and I get to have it at a transitional home. Coincidence? Maybe not. It has been hard, and it will still be hard, but I feel like it will be worth it. So here is to last week!

OH! I am getting a couch and table tomorrow. It is like Christmas. I can finally move my bed into the bedroom. Happy, happy day.

DOUBLE OH! I am going to be a Big Sister (no, my parents aren't procreating still. That would just be...stupid on their part) No, but I am going to be a Big for Big Brothers Big Sisters. I am SUPER psyched.

So look out, world. I may start taking over.

Cheers.

Ch.Wa.

Life on Mars?

Oh, hello cruel world.

It's me, Chelsea. So I have been meaning to blog since....a week ago, but I finally have found time in my *lazy* schedule to write it up, so here it goes.

Well, big news.

I MOVED!!!!

Yes, this is a very true fact. I have moved to Bountiful to pursue a job. That leads to my other news.

I GOT A JOB!!!

Yes, once again, I have risen from the ashes like a glorious phoenix (Really shouldn't write after jogging. My similes are out of this world) and have found myself another job.

You see, I was super stressed about my 4H one ending in May then having a month-long break until mid June. So I was flipping out and I was thinking, well, I better apply for another job. So I went job searching and I found a promising job. So I applied for this in April and didn't hear back from it until May...8thish. At this point

I WAS A MESS

BUT. I was freaking out about it and I was like, well, I might as well pray about it and BAM! I had a call for a job interview. Now, I know it sounds like I make it sound like a miracle, but seriously, in my eyes this was a miracle of miracles. So I had the interview and then I had to wait again. The waiting lasted FOREVER. I pretty much gave up on the job until---once again---I prayed about it and BAM! I got the job! Yes, praying does help. It is especially helpful too when your priorities fit in with the Big Man's too.

So I had my HR meeting last Wednesday and they were just giving me all this information and things that I needed to do before I started the job. So we were talking and the mention of a drug test came up. That, and a fingerprint test (which was AWESOME.) So I was thinking, yeah, I will just go get a drug test. All you have to do is pee in a cup, right?

Well, sort of.

So I went to the clinic to have the test taken. The nurse, Hector, came out and called for me. So we were chatting up a storm and whatnot when he took me into the "testing room". There were two stalls, a counter, and HORRIBLE 90's dance music playing. I even dare say that it was the song "Be My Lover" on. So I was thinking, okay, I guess I will go into the other bathroom. That led to an awkward stare down we had until he said, "Well, do you want me to give you some privacy?"

You have got to be kidding me. Not only do I have to pee in the same room with someone, but with a freaking MAN! I didn't want to make a big deal out of it, so I just sheepishly went into one of the stalls. Let's be real here, though. Horrible 90's dance music doesn't make it any easier to pee. So I sat there and miracle of miracles, I was able to fulfill my drug test.

The worst part about it though? When I came out of the stall, he looked at me and said "Wash your hands now." Uh, excuse me? You really think that I am not going to wash my hands after I tried to pee in a cup (almost impossible) and with your presence in the room? Yeah, I think I don't need a reminder to wash my hands.

So with all the "fun stuff" done, I was able to move in...that weekend. Well, no one was prepared for me to move. So, after a few breakdowns, I was able to put myself *and stuff* together and make the trek down to Bountiful. So pretty much I am living with my bed in the kitchen so I can watch television at night. I will post pictures. The hospital is bringing me furniture this week, so I am not too worried about that.

I might as well unveil my job to you now. I am working with Davis Behavioral Health and I am actually a live-in companion to a transition home. So, let me put it this way.

I am like an RA for a dorm...or something like that. Really, though, it is not that bad of a job. I know I have been working for two days, but seriously, eight women is not THAT bad....

But then again, one is enough.

I am really excited to see where things will be going with it though. So I will really, really, REALLY try to update A.M.A.P. I will send pictures too.

Cheers.

Ch.Wa.