This title really serves little purpose other than acting as a heading, a page break, and is pretty self-explanatory. Basically, for the past few days that it hasn't been blazing hot, I've had cold shower water, which would be appreciated and helpful if, you know, it was god awful hot out. But, really, the shower is just lucky that my mood climaxed after dipping so low yesterday.
I go to this doctor, the one that's located in a urologist's office where I typically get hit on, knowing that they will probably be running a little behind time because they usually are. However, I realize that I have a different time on my ical than what the receptionist confirmed. So, I do the responsible thing and call the office, except no one has showed up to their job on time and the answering service picks up, which is a human, by the way, and in my opinion should therefore be able to check my appointment time. But, alas, she could not. So I wait for 15 minutes and call back. They still haven't shown up. 15 minutes later, nothing. Finally, about an hour later I call thinking, "Surely, someone has got to have shown up at this point," STILL THE ANSWERING SERVICE! So I once again make my inquiry because I need to figure out what time I should start my 45 minute trek there. Service lady says that they are in a meeting until 10 (it is now about 10:05 that I am calling) and she says she will take my name and number so that they can call me back once they get out. I thought it was really quite nice of her to keep that meeting information to herself those other times I called. I figure I will get a phone call in about 15 minutes, or at least while I'm on my way to the office. 45 minutes later, and no phone call. So, I'm in the office, I sign-in, I sign-in for 11 because that's when I thought it was. Does the receptionist even recognize what time I wrote down? Apparently not, because she didn't bother confirming or denying that that was my appointment time. I decide to wait patiently, a little passive aggressively, but generally patiently nonetheless. I figure that at 12:45 I should have been notified or at least called back to those giant plush blue couches. But, you guessed it, I hadn't. I go up to the window, where no one has been sitting for quite some time, and wait for someone to show up so I can reprimand them. After I tell her how long I've been waiting she says, "Well, your appointment was at 12." Thanks for telling me now, bitch! "Either way, I've still been waiting almost an hour." I truly appreciate when people are A. inconsiderate while trying to be nice B. don't do their job effectively or efficiently C. don't do their job at all. If I hadn't paid my co-pay at the beginning I would have left the office. To top things off, I was stuck behind a tractor going 15 mph on the way home. I was so livid that I took the rest of the day off work to try and calm down, because otherwise I'm pretty sure that my calls to deposited students would have sounded something like, "My name is Brooke and you better get your fucking transcript in so I don't have to call you again."
But, as a nice juxtaposition, the evening was glorious. I spent it at the carnival, obviously the best place to hang out. But, really, it is the biggest attraction to come to Mt. Airy. All of the high school girls were home, from their respective cities while I've been camping out in Carroll County. We took a long drive there and frolicked about while buying every conceivable carni food and winning three goldfish (okay, that was all katia) It felt like complete carefree, summer bliss. Thank goodness it came yesterday, but it would be gladly welcomed any time. Yet, besides being completely enjoyable, I realized something too. There are no other four people that I could do what I did last night with. Five people who are more unique than most anyone I've met since being in college, and if unique is not the word, than perhaps it's curious, or something else, maybe unfathomable. The second is that I really do love where I grew up, no matter how country it is. Do I want to live here for the rest of my life, hell no, but it is never a place that I would completely leave behind. And even though those four girls and I could meet in Manhattan and have a great time for sure, it's Carroll County that works its magic. The long drives, windows down, cigarette smoke drifting in and out with honeysuckle and the unsavory, but familiar smell of sumac trees; the nostalgic sounds of old Gwen Stefani, Rhianna, and Shakira songs beating at the speakers and rising out of our throats. Perhaps it sounds idyllic, and perhaps that is cliche, but I don't really give a damn, I wouldn't have it any other way.
I also had a lovely conversation with my dad today, in which we discussed this question: Where does East really meet West? I invite all opinions and answers.
I go to this doctor, the one that's located in a urologist's office where I typically get hit on, knowing that they will probably be running a little behind time because they usually are. However, I realize that I have a different time on my ical than what the receptionist confirmed. So, I do the responsible thing and call the office, except no one has showed up to their job on time and the answering service picks up, which is a human, by the way, and in my opinion should therefore be able to check my appointment time. But, alas, she could not. So I wait for 15 minutes and call back. They still haven't shown up. 15 minutes later, nothing. Finally, about an hour later I call thinking, "Surely, someone has got to have shown up at this point," STILL THE ANSWERING SERVICE! So I once again make my inquiry because I need to figure out what time I should start my 45 minute trek there. Service lady says that they are in a meeting until 10 (it is now about 10:05 that I am calling) and she says she will take my name and number so that they can call me back once they get out. I thought it was really quite nice of her to keep that meeting information to herself those other times I called. I figure I will get a phone call in about 15 minutes, or at least while I'm on my way to the office. 45 minutes later, and no phone call. So, I'm in the office, I sign-in, I sign-in for 11 because that's when I thought it was. Does the receptionist even recognize what time I wrote down? Apparently not, because she didn't bother confirming or denying that that was my appointment time. I decide to wait patiently, a little passive aggressively, but generally patiently nonetheless. I figure that at 12:45 I should have been notified or at least called back to those giant plush blue couches. But, you guessed it, I hadn't. I go up to the window, where no one has been sitting for quite some time, and wait for someone to show up so I can reprimand them. After I tell her how long I've been waiting she says, "Well, your appointment was at 12." Thanks for telling me now, bitch! "Either way, I've still been waiting almost an hour." I truly appreciate when people are A. inconsiderate while trying to be nice B. don't do their job effectively or efficiently C. don't do their job at all. If I hadn't paid my co-pay at the beginning I would have left the office. To top things off, I was stuck behind a tractor going 15 mph on the way home. I was so livid that I took the rest of the day off work to try and calm down, because otherwise I'm pretty sure that my calls to deposited students would have sounded something like, "My name is Brooke and you better get your fucking transcript in so I don't have to call you again."
But, as a nice juxtaposition, the evening was glorious. I spent it at the carnival, obviously the best place to hang out. But, really, it is the biggest attraction to come to Mt. Airy. All of the high school girls were home, from their respective cities while I've been camping out in Carroll County. We took a long drive there and frolicked about while buying every conceivable carni food and winning three goldfish (okay, that was all katia) It felt like complete carefree, summer bliss. Thank goodness it came yesterday, but it would be gladly welcomed any time. Yet, besides being completely enjoyable, I realized something too. There are no other four people that I could do what I did last night with. Five people who are more unique than most anyone I've met since being in college, and if unique is not the word, than perhaps it's curious, or something else, maybe unfathomable. The second is that I really do love where I grew up, no matter how country it is. Do I want to live here for the rest of my life, hell no, but it is never a place that I would completely leave behind. And even though those four girls and I could meet in Manhattan and have a great time for sure, it's Carroll County that works its magic. The long drives, windows down, cigarette smoke drifting in and out with honeysuckle and the unsavory, but familiar smell of sumac trees; the nostalgic sounds of old Gwen Stefani, Rhianna, and Shakira songs beating at the speakers and rising out of our throats. Perhaps it sounds idyllic, and perhaps that is cliche, but I don't really give a damn, I wouldn't have it any other way.
I also had a lovely conversation with my dad today, in which we discussed this question: Where does East really meet West? I invite all opinions and answers.
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