This has been one very odd week. Monday I flew to Palm Beach to go to the State Hospital up there. Our flight out got delayed three times and finally got canceled. We got on the next flight out, and arrived in Palm Beach around 2pm after one of the worst flights I've ever been on. Weather was horrid and flying in a matchstick with wings was NOT pleasant. My co-worker was fine though; she ate enough Klonopin to make her drool.
We got the car with no trouble and headed up north about an hour to see 8 clients. By the time we got there it was 4:30pm and we raced through out meetings, then had to drive 2 hours down to Miami for our hotel. We were supposed to have gotten through 2 hospitals but since out plane had to be rescheduled we were far behind our original plan...
We got to the Embassy Suites and decided to have dinner. It was the worst service I have ever had. It took 20 minutes for a waiter to come over, another 20 for three salads, a baked potato, and a piece of chicken, and then another 10 for our desert. 10 minutes after that we get the bill, and then it took over 10 minutes just to straighten out paying! (When we got back to Tampa we also discovered we had been double billed on our three separate checks).
After that debacle I decided to go to bed and watch Medium. Since I had a whole suite to myself I was able to relax and enjoy the quiet... for about 40 minutes. I passed out, missed the last 10 minutes of my show, and was then awoken at 6am by banging pipes! I got up and went to the continental breakfast which was awesome, and then went back to bed for an hour.
We left at 10 am so that we could be sure we'd get both State Hospitals and back to the airport by 3:30pm. We drove about an hour to the new State Facility, only to find out that the people we needed to see were at the old facility back in Miami! I was so pissed off I wanted to cry, so we drove back, saw the one client at the civil hospital, and then took off for the Forensic facility.
We never made it. We ended up on Miami beach, were people were all of 15 pounds, and drove around trying to find our way out again. We drove through the ghetto, through some of the city, back on the highway, through another ghetto, and then figured we'd never make it to the airport in time if we kept going. (I would like to point out that we would have found it if one of my co-workers had actually read me the directions correctly so when I entered it in TomTom it would have registered it. NW 7th Ave Road is much different than 7th Street!!!!).
We returned the car, ate some lunch in the airport (ew!) and then waited by the gate. It was at this time that I discovered one of my coworkers wanted to lie and say that we saw the clients so that we wouldn't get in trouble by our funding agency. At first I was like, "cool", and then my gut just started churning and my heart started screaming "No!". I worried about it the whole flight (which was much better then the arriving flight, other than the stalling mid-flight and the alarm going off), and then decided I couldn't do it. I just couldn't lie.
Then begins all the weird(er) stuff. The turmoil with my co-worker over some work related things, my clients suddenly going off their meds and needing to be Baker Acted, my co-worker basically telling me what I "need" to do in my job, the meeting with my boss to tell him I'm pregnant and his really bizarre reaction, have an on-the-sly meeting with my big boss and co-worker to try and straighten some things out, and then today, an even weirder thing:
I got a certified letter notification on Tuesday but I didn't get to the post office until today because, lets face it, I have a full time job and can no longer get to the places I need to be. The letter ended up being a notice from a towing company saying that the vehicle registered in my name had been towed on March 28th at the request of the Sheriff's office and was impounded. If I don't come get it it's going to auction on May 5th, but I could pay to have it released. I couldn't figure out what the heck was happening since I happened to be sitting in the car I own at the very moment I was reading that letter, but when I found out what vehicle they were referring to, I discovered that they were talking about the Expedition that I traded in!
I can't figure it out! The only thing that makes sense is that it was stolen and left somewhere so they ended up towing it... But why am I the registered owner listed? The car dealership should be since I signed the title over to them... Funny thing is I can get the truck back for a mere $485! It would be fraud, but it's tempting since I still have an insurance card with the truck listed on it. I'd love to have that truck back. I miss it!
*sigh* There have been some neat things that happened this week too. I got a message from my friend who's on vacation this week calling to check in on me and my mom which made me all warm and fuzzy, I got to hear Bug's heartbeat on the Doppler a few times, Ian has said some amazing things, Sean is being great, and my Mom looks wonderful. It's just that sometimes the stressful things push the other parts aside because dealing with stress takes so much more energy than the happiness... I think I'm experiencing another "test" from the Universe and I'm getting tired.
