This may be the most drawn-out series I’ve ever blogged. I anticipate a renewed enthusiasm and follow-through on posting once I resume a normal sleep schedule. I have just 5 more weeks of this swing-shift that kills my motivation and productivity. And though I’ll need a (summer) job, I would be very hesitant to accept a swing or night shift position. Especially for paltry minimum wage.
Anyway, here is the story of our long, long travels back home. It started Saturday around 7:30PM and doesn’t end until 3:30 PM Sunday. I may never take a Greyhound again:
-it snowed–more like a wintry mix and within a half hour, there were trucks sanding the interstate highway. I couldn’t believe it! Even after inches of accumulation, Spokompton is slow to plow, and may never clear/sand certain roads (ours). Leaving a snowy, muchy, icy, slick mess for weeks. What a treat timely snow removal procedures will be!
-We got the rental car to the airport without incident. Thank goodness. I was still very nervous because it was a rental, the weather wasn’t perfect, we were lost, and the people of Utah drive like F@#%ing idiots.
-At the airport, we found the rapid transit pick up point, and purchased a $2.50 (for 3 hours) ticket via kiosk. It was very simple. What was not simple was deciding which of the colored routes we needed to follow, where the transfers might be, and where we should get off the Trax. This is always a nerve-wracking experience when you’re unfamiliar with the city, and have never ridden their public systems. And like all anxious passengers we got off too soon. Then we walked in a kind of sketchy area back to a prior stop. Which I guess we could have waited for the next Trax going the opposite direction, but we were anxious and that’s what we did. But we calmed down at the prior stop, waited for the next Trax, and reentered. Then we got off 2 stops later.
-This took us to the stadium where the Jazz NBA team plays. And a game was getting out so loud fans dressed in Mardi Gras colors were everywhere. I would have loved to go to a game. BUT I had tried to purchase a single-ticket game for the Gonzaga men’s team–and they had season ticket-holders only–for more then $100. So I figured NBA would be worse, and maybe we could win tickets on the radio or something for a special occasion. . . We had to wait 20 minutes for a different colored line to take us to the bus station, because maybe people of Utah don’t know the rule, or maybe all the fans were drunk–but everyone pushed ON to our Trax line before we were allowed to disembark. And our next line was just leaving. Had they followed the rule of letting people unload first we would have made it without any wait at all. . .
-When we reached the bus station, we looked up the cost of Jazz tickets. They range from a hundred down to $3.00 (depending on the seats)!!! I was instantly disappointed, because we could have gone to Friday’s game or Saturday’s and that would have been awesome! As it was the next home games were before we move, then October. Damn! Lesson learned–don’t assume. And who does Gonzaga think they are?!
-Our dufus Cheesecake Factory waiter had not packed forks or napkins for our to-go cheesecakes. Instead of eating them in the bus station at 10PM, we had to wait until we could get forks. And so we did more waiting (on super-uncomfortable wood chairs) with other strange and trashy people.
-At one point, Cool had to go to the bathroom, so she left her backpack on her chair immediately next to me. And I put my suitcase on the floor immediately in front of her chair. This did not stop a hispanic family of 6(?) from crowding right on the rest of the row, standing in front of Cool’s chair (and me). So when Cool came back there was no room, and I physically moved one of their suitcases from in front of Cool’s chair. They totally tried to steal our chairs–while I was in one and obviously saving another. PS-sure, there weren’t an overabundance of chairs, but at that time, there were 3 different groupings that were totally empty. Why they didn’t sit in those, I can’t be sure. I was SUPER-annoyed about it though, and let it show all over my face. I mean Jesus–get out of our grill. Unnecessary!
-The forks were procured at 4:30AM. It was slightly melty by that time, but still delicious. And why was our waiter so incompetent when the restaurant had been it’s emptiest of all the days we were there?!
-Then, more driving, more waiting, more stops occurred. I actually slept because this time, every passenger was solo. So it was fairly silent. I was exhausted and bored. So I was able to doze much of the time.
-Cool was trying to be saucy and tease me. She opened her mouth in a smile, then a huge stream of saliva (gleet/gleek) arched up and landed on her jacket sleeve surprising us both. Her eyes went from sassy to surprised and it was a large stream with rainbow trajectory. She looked like some cartoon sea creature purposely spitting–except she and I were both shocked. The bus was still nearly silent, but I fell into a fit of giggles that I couldn’t control. I just kept picturing her face and the spit-fountain! I got really giggly, and really had to fight to eventually pull myself together. I just kept picturing her accidently doing that.
-We finally got off the bus at 3PM, and boy did it feel good to be moving out in fresh air.
-Our sad, sad cats thought we had moved. Choco-Luv didn’t act ferrell as usual, just dramatically thankful we hadn’t left forever–poor thing. Goose gave us the cold-shoulder to punish our offense, but eventually became snuggly. We’ll never leave for 5 days again, as it was too long for the poor buddies.
-I’m constantly hungry after overindulging to such an extent. It’s like terrible-bad, hunger that’s persistent and without reason. I must have stretched my stomach big-time, and the shrinking process is not fun at all.
-I also noticed WA is cloudy. Which is obvious, and I notice a grey, cloudy day almost every morning, but I forgot just how dark and depressing that is. I’ll be happy to move somewhere with more blue sky.
-Coming back to Spokompton was a little depressing. I just know our standard of living and quality of life in Utah will be a little better. And I’ll get a new schedule, which seems really exciting. So being back here in a swing-shift job, cheap apartment, bad neighborhoods, was sad. And made me disappointed and impatient to leave again. But as of now (mid-March, OK end of March almost a month later) as I write this, it’s all soon coming to a close. The time for logistic concerns is fast-approaching so I’ll be distracted by that too. It’s good, we’re good. We are excited to move.