Friday: 

An interesting phenomenon occurs when there is an extra tech here to help me with the incredibly busy schedule I deal with.  All of the scheduling ladies are told that there is an extra tech, and to double book every slot – so they do.  Instead of a possible “12” exams, we are scheduled 24.  Then, the doctors talk amongst themselves and notice that they can give us more add-ons, because “Hey, there are two of them today!”

That doesn’t work.  It really doesn’t.  Even with two of us here, with double the work we’re still as backed up and frustrated as just me, except now we have to juggle the work flow, which patient goes in which room, and sometimes patients have to be disappointed because not all of our machines do 3D/4D ultrasound.

Also.  This is not to be bitchy, or up on myself, or any of the above.  The other tech is a wonderful, sweet girl.  She’s quiet, and friendly, and the patients like her.  But she is not half as fast as I am.  There were at least 4 different situations on Friday where all I wanted to do was go into the room, take over the exam, finish it in reasonable time, and then move on to the next one.  My ratio of exams was usually 3 to 1 on her.  I don’t know if she’s just taking her time with the patients because she thinks she can, or if she honestly works that slowly.  We’re going to have to work on that one a little bit.

Saturday:

I woke up to a text from my friend Sandy saying that she couldn’t come with me to try on wedding dresses… she had to go clothes shopping for herself instead.  That crushed me quite a bit.  Brock held me while I let myself cry out the frustration that I don’t have any friends… and the one friend that I thought I had a great connection with stood me up because she’d rather go shopping by herself.  Why couldn’t we do both?  I would have gone with her if she’d only come with me.  It never ceases to amaze me how many people can tell me I’m such an amazing, nice, wonderful person… and yet I have no freaking friends.

Anyways.  Jane (Brock’s mom) came with me to try on dresses.  I had another realization that day… Jane is probably my best friend here.  I’m not entirely sure that that is what she wants to be, but she always seems to be there for me, I enjoy getting to spend time with her, and she keeps it real.  I found two dresses that I really liked, and none that I really loved on Saturday.  Both of them were really out of my price range. 

Sunday: 

Brock and I got up to go to Church.  We enjoyed a beautiful sermon, despite the couple that sits behind us every other Sunday (and are members of the Choir!) but can’t sit through a 20 minute preaching without lowering their voices when they talk.  I don’t know if its ok to shush someone in Church, but they were just being rude, and we’re tired of it.

After Church, I went to David’s Bridal on my own.  Jane and Ted had to go out to the cabin to check on the progress, and I am otherwise friendless.  It was ok though.  I tried on a couple of the dresses that I had liked the look of from the website – but there was just this one I was drawn to again and again.  I put that dress on second (a size 6, even though that is not what I am) and even though it was a little loose, a little baggy, I fell in love with it.  I asked the consultant if it was ok that I didn’t want to try on any more dresses… this was the one I wanted.  She said that was more than ok, she said it was great.  “You find the right dress right away, it tells me you know you’ve found the right guy.”  I bought it, and a few extra things, and went home happy.

Then I sent a picture of the dress to my best friend, Crystal.  She replied with, “It’s great!  I love it!  Reminds me of your grad dress!!!”

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I hated my grad dress.

Do I let this get to me?  I looked at the dress again, and I still love it.  It doesn’t make me think of my grad dress.  I need to not think about that.  Ugh.

Anyways.  That was my weekend.  Soccer on Sunday night was rough, we played a really good team.  There are a few guys on our team that get grumpy if we don’t do what they want.  It destroys my morale, and then I don’t want to play again.  How annoying.