Please don't proceed to read this unless you are prepared to listen to me be a typical girl and her stupid emotional bullshit, and/or if you work for Northwest Airlines. I usually am not into posting my sad sob stories on my blog, but I think I need to share with horror story... it's kinda amusing looking back.
Thursday-Saturday=the trip from hell
So, finally....my first interview had come....at The University of North Texas Behavioral Medicine Program Friday 8-5.
So Thursday I arrive at the airport at 10:30 AM. My flight is scheduled to depart at 12:10...however, it's a fucking BLIZZARD out, so I knew it was going to be A LITTLE delayed.. yeah, right... so turns out my flight is A LOT delayed... like two hours and 40 minutes delayed. Since I had a connected flight in Minneapolis (final destination by the way is Dallas/Forth Worth International), I obviously missed my connected flight by like an hour.
So, I get to Minneapolis at like 4, and the lovely lady at the gate informs me that all flights are cancelled or booked for Dallas... fanfuckingtastic... so she says she can put me on a flight to Memphis that connects to Dallas later... That would have been all fine and dandy except for the fact that the blizzard that was in Milwaukee was about 10 times worse in Minneapolis, of course. Less than 1/4 mile visability, meaning no takeoffs, sooo my flight to Memphis... delayed like two hours.
Finally they announce it's time to board and as we're gathering in line, the guy announces my name over the speaker to report to the front...He tells me, "We have an extremely disabled person on this flight, and it so happens you have the seat for the disabled. Could I have your permission to switch you?", and I was like, "Uh, yeah, just as long as I get to Dallas sometime tonight," and some random middle aged guy arguing with another airline worker about getting to Dallas, and I was like, "Yeah I have an interview in the morning, so I need to get there TONIGHT," and this random guy was like, "No way in hell you're going to make that connecting flight," sooo he saved my life....He was like, "Come with me," and for some reason I did even though the flight I had a boarding pass for was departing....Good thing I did that because he was a pilot and just happened to be taking a personal vacation, and he worked some magic. He called some number and got me a ticket for the ONLY flight out to Dallas the rest of the night (they weren't even taking stand by anymore for that flight). I couldn't believe it. Then he took me out for some margaritas and nachos. Seriously, if I wouldn't have had the "disabled person seat" then I would have been stranded in Memphis for the evening... I was in the right place at the right time to say the least.
And, so the theme continues..more delays.... the flight was supposed to depart at 7:27, but by the time they de-iced us and we actually took off it was like 9 PM, and by the time we reached Dallas it was 11:30...but I made it, and I was going to make it to my interview the next morning.... what I didn't know was that I wasn't going to make it to the interview in the fashion that I had planned. So, waited for my luggage....never came, of course. Not surprised.... my luggage went to Memphis, meaning that I had jeans, a wifebeater, hoody, and a polka dot belt...probably not the most appropriate grad school interview outfit? The airlines was so kind to give me a SKY TEAM emergency kit which had a shitty toothbrush, hairbrush, and some cotton balls. I was like, thanks, this will definitely help while my $200 dress suit is in fucking Memphis for the night
Don't worry, the fun isn't over yet! Time to get my Rental Car! So, I made reservations through Enterprise.... when the stupid shuttle finally found me walking outside the airport, it picked me up and took me there, and it was closed. I felt lucky though because AVIS was still open. Gets everything all set up, my license, told him I wanted the cheapest car they had.... after only having mid sized cars left and me being under 25 years old, I almost peed my pants when I had to sign for $278 for 3 days. What the fuck? My reservation would have cost $108, and now I lost my security deposit for that one....sooo don't rent a car if you're under 25 unless you want to pay an arm and two legs for it. I seriously didn't even know if my credit card would get declined at this point.
So I'm on the way to my ex-boyfriend's house. Yes, I know, why am I staying with my ex-boyfriend? Good question, I'm an idiot.
Quick side note for reference: Dated this guy a little over a year before he was offered a job he couldn't pass by in Fort Worth in last June..moved in July - a week after my 21st birthday...I've seen him twice since then. He didn't want to do a long distance relationship, and I wasn't really sure I wanted to so much either...so yeah...the second half of last year we just talked constantly and acted like we were dating but really weren't...and that went on pretty much until Decemberish when he was supposed to come home for xmas, and couldn't get off work, and kinda resulted in my getting pissed and we got in a fight and he wanted space so I gave him space...we kinda just drifted apart the last couple months as a result of my space giving (Jan-March).
But, none the less, in January when we were still talking and I found out I got the interview I asked him if I could stay with him. And then last week, he was like, "We can't do anything when you come because I don't think it would be good for either of us." Kinda pissed me off/made me sad... but whatever... I had more important shit to deal with, like my interview.
Sorry I'm horrible at picking out the important parts of stories and possibly supply my readers with too much detail... Anyhoo, so I get to his house after I rent my car... in tears.... and I had good reason to be..just spent about 400$ more than I planned that day, almost didn't get there, didn't have my business suit for my interview, nor my makeup or hair straightener, or anything to make me look presentable. So, he was actually nice and sweet, and trying to make me feel better so he was hugging me as I was crying, and that turned into kissing and you know...blah blah blah..
I get up the next morning at 6 AM after I had finally gotten to bed at about 3 AM. So I got a solid 3 hours of sleep. I decided to swing by WALMART since that's about the only thing open at 6 AM that sells clothes. I picked up a pair of unfitted black dress pants, a colored shirt and a psuedo-blazer with ridiculous buttons. I got some makeup remover because I didn't think the faculty would enjoy the half inch of eyeliner I apply daily. And pretty much I looked like ass, but I explained to them what had happened, and everyone was pretty cool about it.
The interviews themselves.... went well, except I was so out of place there. There were 19 applicants that were invited....the average age was 25, and all but three of us had their masters (it's a PhD program in Behavioral Medicine if you're wondering), or at least a couple years of experience. I was the only 21 year old there, and there were only two other people who were just completing their bachelors. I had no idea it was going to be like that. I'm surprised with all these people who have years of clinical experience on me? Oh, well. Anyway, I absolutely fell in love with the campus and their amazing rec center, and the warmth.....65 degrees was something I hadn't experienced in 5 months. So now I have to wait and see... they are taking 8/19 applicants so cross your fingers for me.
After the real interview part, we went to the "social" which was at a bar. We drank with the professors. It was awesome. That shit would NEVER fly at my private jesuit catholic university. I seriously loveeee it there.
So, returned to my fabulous rental car. So, I'm not gonna lie...I was pretty sad when my nose ring wouldn't go back in.. I've had it pierced since I was 18, but it wouldn't go back in after it was out 11 hours...stupid cartilage...my lip ring went back in after some serious work..tongue always goes back in easily... My ears ungaged themselves pretty much completely.... can get 8's in and that's it. Kinda felt like part of my identity has been taken away.... I know, how lame right? But I've had all my piercings since I was 18-19 so I'm so used to them. So I had a mini crisis...but that was over after I realized my nose piercing would have to be retired someday anyway.
Turned my phone on and the airport left me a message saying they are delivering my luggage. Yay! Called Ian (the ex) to see if it was there, but no luck. So I called the airport and they said they delivered it, so I was like hmmm..called Ian back and he was like, "oh maybe they gave it to the office since no one was here.." so naturally I asked him to get it from the office....and of course the office was closed until noon the next day! So, still no clean clothes for me. Arrived at Ian's, dirty, tired, and crabby.... and he was being an asshole. Was keeping his distance, so after being annoyed by it for about 20 minutes I asked him what the deal was, and he pretty much went off saying how our relationship has just been dragging on and he just really doesn't love me anymore, and didn't want me to stay with him, but didn't want to tell me that.... sooo great... staying with the guy four more days and he basically just told me he has lost all feelings for me and doesn't even want to spend time with me. Initially I was kinda in shock and didn't say anything, and it didn't really absorb, and we had planned on going to dinner, so we went to Pappadeux, which is this amazing seafood we don't have in Wisconsin. I slammed a few mojitos, and became pretty much silent. He was trying to make small talk, which wasn't working for me, so we ate as fast as possible and got the fuck outta there... I started drunk crying in the car, and when we got to his apartment he told me to not talk to him the rest of the night. Cried myself to sleep.
Woke up the next morning when he was getting ready for work. He just starred at me... and then was like, "You want to go shopping while I'm at work today..I'll leave you directions. If you get bored we just got a new Wii game..." and I was like, "No, I'm going home early" and he was like, "Oh...well I guess that's better for both of us... I'll pay whatever it costs to change your plane ticket." So he left, and that was that....I called my mom balling, and told her I still didn't have my luggage and I wanted to get the hell outta there.. she got me a new ticket and I got the outta there as fast as possible, and returned to cold, shitty Wisconsin a couple days early, pretty much heartbroken and unsure of whether I got into school. I'm bummed right now, but I'm sure I'll be better with time
So, looks I'm officially officially single now. Weird. I'm lonely. Already.
Riley is looking slightly better..his lesions seem to be scabbing off. It's like a miracle. I'm not SURE yet though.... I don't know if they will redevelop, but trust me, you'll definitely know if they do. Good thing he didn't worsen while I was gone..I don't know how much more bad news I could have taken.
So, due to me getting drunk every night since I've been home so far, I've skipped a class already this week...I haven't gone to it in three weeks now...oooops. I leave Thursday at 2:30 AM for Fort Lauderdale, and I'm looking forward to it, considering it couldn't get any worse than what I've just been through.
I also had a pre-phone interview for North Carolina, and they seemed to like me, but I don't really think I want to go to NC, although I've never been there.
It's so weird not knowing where I'll be in four months... if I don't get ANY offers, what do I do? I refuse to stay in Milwaukee. Just no.
Okay, I'm so done because no one's attention span is long enough for this. Thank you all for reading.
How is everyone else doing?
Thursday-Saturday=the trip from hell
So, finally....my first interview had come....at The University of North Texas Behavioral Medicine Program Friday 8-5.
So Thursday I arrive at the airport at 10:30 AM. My flight is scheduled to depart at 12:10...however, it's a fucking BLIZZARD out, so I knew it was going to be A LITTLE delayed.. yeah, right... so turns out my flight is A LOT delayed... like two hours and 40 minutes delayed. Since I had a connected flight in Minneapolis (final destination by the way is Dallas/Forth Worth International), I obviously missed my connected flight by like an hour.
So, I get to Minneapolis at like 4, and the lovely lady at the gate informs me that all flights are cancelled or booked for Dallas... fanfuckingtastic... so she says she can put me on a flight to Memphis that connects to Dallas later... That would have been all fine and dandy except for the fact that the blizzard that was in Milwaukee was about 10 times worse in Minneapolis, of course. Less than 1/4 mile visability, meaning no takeoffs, sooo my flight to Memphis... delayed like two hours.
Finally they announce it's time to board and as we're gathering in line, the guy announces my name over the speaker to report to the front...He tells me, "We have an extremely disabled person on this flight, and it so happens you have the seat for the disabled. Could I have your permission to switch you?", and I was like, "Uh, yeah, just as long as I get to Dallas sometime tonight," and some random middle aged guy arguing with another airline worker about getting to Dallas, and I was like, "Yeah I have an interview in the morning, so I need to get there TONIGHT," and this random guy was like, "No way in hell you're going to make that connecting flight," sooo he saved my life....He was like, "Come with me," and for some reason I did even though the flight I had a boarding pass for was departing....Good thing I did that because he was a pilot and just happened to be taking a personal vacation, and he worked some magic. He called some number and got me a ticket for the ONLY flight out to Dallas the rest of the night (they weren't even taking stand by anymore for that flight). I couldn't believe it. Then he took me out for some margaritas and nachos. Seriously, if I wouldn't have had the "disabled person seat" then I would have been stranded in Memphis for the evening... I was in the right place at the right time to say the least.
And, so the theme continues..more delays.... the flight was supposed to depart at 7:27, but by the time they de-iced us and we actually took off it was like 9 PM, and by the time we reached Dallas it was 11:30...but I made it, and I was going to make it to my interview the next morning.... what I didn't know was that I wasn't going to make it to the interview in the fashion that I had planned. So, waited for my luggage....never came, of course. Not surprised.... my luggage went to Memphis, meaning that I had jeans, a wifebeater, hoody, and a polka dot belt...probably not the most appropriate grad school interview outfit? The airlines was so kind to give me a SKY TEAM emergency kit which had a shitty toothbrush, hairbrush, and some cotton balls. I was like, thanks, this will definitely help while my $200 dress suit is in fucking Memphis for the night
Don't worry, the fun isn't over yet! Time to get my Rental Car! So, I made reservations through Enterprise.... when the stupid shuttle finally found me walking outside the airport, it picked me up and took me there, and it was closed. I felt lucky though because AVIS was still open. Gets everything all set up, my license, told him I wanted the cheapest car they had.... after only having mid sized cars left and me being under 25 years old, I almost peed my pants when I had to sign for $278 for 3 days. What the fuck? My reservation would have cost $108, and now I lost my security deposit for that one....sooo don't rent a car if you're under 25 unless you want to pay an arm and two legs for it. I seriously didn't even know if my credit card would get declined at this point.
So I'm on the way to my ex-boyfriend's house. Yes, I know, why am I staying with my ex-boyfriend? Good question, I'm an idiot.
Quick side note for reference: Dated this guy a little over a year before he was offered a job he couldn't pass by in Fort Worth in last June..moved in July - a week after my 21st birthday...I've seen him twice since then. He didn't want to do a long distance relationship, and I wasn't really sure I wanted to so much either...so yeah...the second half of last year we just talked constantly and acted like we were dating but really weren't...and that went on pretty much until Decemberish when he was supposed to come home for xmas, and couldn't get off work, and kinda resulted in my getting pissed and we got in a fight and he wanted space so I gave him space...we kinda just drifted apart the last couple months as a result of my space giving (Jan-March).
But, none the less, in January when we were still talking and I found out I got the interview I asked him if I could stay with him. And then last week, he was like, "We can't do anything when you come because I don't think it would be good for either of us." Kinda pissed me off/made me sad... but whatever... I had more important shit to deal with, like my interview.
Sorry I'm horrible at picking out the important parts of stories and possibly supply my readers with too much detail... Anyhoo, so I get to his house after I rent my car... in tears.... and I had good reason to be..just spent about 400$ more than I planned that day, almost didn't get there, didn't have my business suit for my interview, nor my makeup or hair straightener, or anything to make me look presentable. So, he was actually nice and sweet, and trying to make me feel better so he was hugging me as I was crying, and that turned into kissing and you know...blah blah blah..
I get up the next morning at 6 AM after I had finally gotten to bed at about 3 AM. So I got a solid 3 hours of sleep. I decided to swing by WALMART since that's about the only thing open at 6 AM that sells clothes. I picked up a pair of unfitted black dress pants, a colored shirt and a psuedo-blazer with ridiculous buttons. I got some makeup remover because I didn't think the faculty would enjoy the half inch of eyeliner I apply daily. And pretty much I looked like ass, but I explained to them what had happened, and everyone was pretty cool about it.
The interviews themselves.... went well, except I was so out of place there. There were 19 applicants that were invited....the average age was 25, and all but three of us had their masters (it's a PhD program in Behavioral Medicine if you're wondering), or at least a couple years of experience. I was the only 21 year old there, and there were only two other people who were just completing their bachelors. I had no idea it was going to be like that. I'm surprised with all these people who have years of clinical experience on me? Oh, well. Anyway, I absolutely fell in love with the campus and their amazing rec center, and the warmth.....65 degrees was something I hadn't experienced in 5 months. So now I have to wait and see... they are taking 8/19 applicants so cross your fingers for me.
After the real interview part, we went to the "social" which was at a bar. We drank with the professors. It was awesome. That shit would NEVER fly at my private jesuit catholic university. I seriously loveeee it there.
So, returned to my fabulous rental car. So, I'm not gonna lie...I was pretty sad when my nose ring wouldn't go back in.. I've had it pierced since I was 18, but it wouldn't go back in after it was out 11 hours...stupid cartilage...my lip ring went back in after some serious work..tongue always goes back in easily...
My ears ungaged themselves pretty much completely.... can get 8's in and that's it. Kinda felt like part of my identity has been taken away.... I know, how lame right? But I've had all my piercings since I was 18-19 so I'm so used to them. So I had a mini crisis...but that was over after I realized my nose piercing would have to be retired someday anyway.
Turned my phone on and the airport left me a message saying they are delivering my luggage. Yay! Called Ian (the ex) to see if it was there, but no luck. So I called the airport and they said they delivered it, so I was like hmmm..called Ian back and he was like, "oh maybe they gave it to the office since no one was here.." so naturally I asked him to get it from the office....and of course the office was closed until noon the next day! So, still no clean clothes for me. Arrived at Ian's, dirty, tired, and crabby.... and he was being an asshole. Was keeping his distance, so after being annoyed by it for about 20 minutes I asked him what the deal was, and he pretty much went off saying how our relationship has just been dragging on and he just really doesn't love me anymore, and didn't want me to stay with him, but didn't want to tell me that.... sooo great... staying with the guy four more days and he basically just told me he has lost all feelings for me and doesn't even want to spend time with me. Initially I was kinda in shock and didn't say anything, and it didn't really absorb, and we had planned on going to dinner, so we went to Pappadeux, which is this amazing seafood we don't have in Wisconsin. I slammed a few mojitos, and became pretty much silent. He was trying to make small talk, which wasn't working for me, so we ate as fast as possible and got the fuck outta there... I started drunk crying in the car, and when we got to his apartment he told me to not talk to him the rest of the night. Cried myself to sleep.
Woke up the next morning when he was getting ready for work. He just starred at me... and then was like, "You want to go shopping while I'm at work today..I'll leave you directions. If you get bored we just got a new Wii game..." and I was like, "No, I'm going home early" and he was like, "Oh...well I guess that's better for both of us... I'll pay whatever it costs to change your plane ticket." So he left, and that was that....I called my mom balling, and told her I still didn't have my luggage and I wanted to get the hell outta there.. she got me a new ticket and I got the outta there as fast as possible, and returned to cold, shitty Wisconsin a couple days early, pretty much heartbroken and unsure of whether I got into school. I'm bummed right now, but I'm sure I'll be better with time
So, looks I'm officially officially single now. Weird. I'm lonely. Already.
Riley is looking slightly better..his lesions seem to be scabbing off. It's like a miracle. I'm not SURE yet though.... I don't know if they will redevelop, but trust me, you'll definitely know if they do. Good thing he didn't worsen while I was gone..I don't know how much more bad news I could have taken.
So, due to me getting drunk every night since I've been home so far, I've skipped a class already this week...I haven't gone to it in three weeks now...oooops. I leave Thursday at 2:30 AM for Fort Lauderdale, and I'm looking forward to it, considering it couldn't get any worse than what I've just been through.
I also had a pre-phone interview for North Carolina, and they seemed to like me, but I don't really think I want to go to NC, although I've never been there.
It's so weird not knowing where I'll be in four months... if I don't get ANY offers, what do I do? I refuse to stay in Milwaukee. Just no.
Okay, I'm so done because no one's attention span is long enough for this. Thank you all for reading.
How is everyone else doing?
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