Nick Postagulous
Monday, May 24, 2004
Help, I'm Being Trained In Nashville
The drive up on Sunday was rather pleasant. I had just done the little mini-sermon thing at the veteran's home and then drove up to Nashyville with the top down. The vet home was weirder than normal, as there was a very rude lady who was there, and I don't really want to get into how freaky she was, but just take the phase "usurp authority" and run with it. She didn't hassle me, really, but Jerry, the guy who led the songs.
On the drive up I stopped in Athens and got gas, a soda, and installed ear plugs. I knew that the high speed sustained over a long time would be bad for my ears. When I pulled the plugs out as I was getting onto I-40W from I-65N, the treble was nearly deafening. And it's funny, as I am totally used to hearing normally now.
Not A Bad Hotel
I'm at the Embassy rather than the Sheraton that the training is actually at. Which, in my opinion, is a good thing, as I can escape the people in my class. Granted, the Desmoins (sp?), Iowa guys are ok, but there is this gal who obviously doesn't realize the extent of my peripheral vision who really enjoys looking at me. I can't tell if it's longingly, but she sure seems fond of looking at me. Never a good thing.
But, I'm on the 8th floor here. I have a king sized bed, just like at home, but quite a bit firmer, which is odd, as we alledgedly bought the firmest mattress available for home. But then again, it's a four to six year old mattress (I don't remember exactly when we bought it, but we were in the house before we bought it).
Lonely, Yes, Have Some
It's hard to keep busy and avoid the loneliness. I saw a movie tonight. I would not recommend seeing Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind while lonely. Though it is a great movie, and I was pleased that it did have a happy ending. Sad, yes, but a happy ending. The theater was the Regal 27 at Oak Hills Mall, which is a horrible dive. I feared for my shiny black convertible.
I actually wouldn't be writing this, but I peeked out my window before I decided to go to bed and watch random WW2 crap on the History Channel before I went to sleep. But, lo and behold, My Parking Spot didn't have the Oldsmotaurus in it anymore. I zipped down the glass elevator and bestrode the parking lot like a behemoth, and then moved by car from the poorly lit area behind the hotel to the wonderfully lit parking lot that I prefer and now I can also see my car from my room.
I'm Getting Used To The Roads
But I'm not getting used to figuring out how to do things without the lifestyle I have at home. If only I had brought one of my indestructible bottles and stocked up on some unsweetened grapefruit juice. My food intake is not what I'd like.
Breakfast: A few oily potato chunks, some undercooked scrambled eggs, and a biscuit. Decaf since they were out of normal coffee.
AM: Coffee that I suspect was decaf with cream and sugar.
Lunch: Pretty decent, but cold, smoked meat sandwich with BBQ sauce. Apple. Gave Desmoins Sr my cookies and trashed my potato chips.
Dinner 1: Combo 1 at Captain D's. Fish n' Chips, but not much of either.
Dinner 2: 1.5 cold Bean Burritos (really cold, in the fridge from yesterday), 1 warm Diet Mountain Dew Code Red, and two or three sesame bread sticks.
I also bought some Visene since my eyes were killing me. I'm sleepy now. I'll probably write more later. This place is nice, but it's not home.
Someone pat my cat for me.
