Unsteady Uproot – “Mama Imelda!” (Friday, September 20th)

I have a history of having my plans changed by Mother Nature. And strangely enough it always seem to happen with hurricanes. Like hurricanes are my nemesis or something. Yesterday was no different.

I cleared the entire day yesterday. I had scheduled a 2.5 hour slot to attend a seminar on the Physical Therapy Assisting (PTA) program. It’s during this time that you can get some one-on-one info into what you lack (like for prereq classes) and what is expected of you over the next 2-3 years. They require you to attend at least one before you apply and they also seem to not even want to advise me until I have completed one which is most unfortunate because I want answers now now NOW!

Hurricane Imelda struck the coast like two days before this meeting, so in my inexperienced mind I figured everything would be fine by the time I drove up there yesterday. I couldn’t have been more naive and wrong…

When my weather app said “light rain” – it straight up lied to my face. What should have been an hour drive from my temp home to the college took me almost 1 hour and 45 minutes. Half of the drive was like driving through a waterfall. The roads were so flooded that the tires couldn’t keep traction at all at higher speeds. I drive a little four-door sedan which is no match in weight or tire capacity or height for hurricane weather. I almost turned around, but I gave myself a little pep talk and I kept driving and driving until the rain finally broke.

I made it to the college with a few minutes to spare before I realized that… the campus was a ghost-town. Not a soul was in the parking lot. Yet I persisted. I drove around trying to find the right building. That was when a security guard flagged me down and informed me that the school was closed due to flooding in the campus. He asked why I hadn’t looked at my notifications. I told him that I wasn’t a student yet. He asked me why I hadn’t checked the website before I drove all the way out here. I said I was new to the state and didn’t realize that they closed campuses for FREAKING RAIN. Ok, so I didn’t say that last part, but I wanted to…

By that point I was hungry, tired, tense, and my bladder was about to burst. I considered driving the hour back home all angry and about to pop when I though better of it and pulled into the first cafe I found and ordered a matcha. This state makes the worst matcha ever, though, and although I tried to be positive about it – the matcha was gross. I finished it and drove the hour+ back to my temp house.

By the time I got home I was angry and tight all over my entire body. I had wasted most of the day just burning gas and almost dying in a torrential downpour. Not my ideal way to spend the day. On top of that, I had chosen the audiobook “The Tatooist of Auswitz” to listen to on the drive. Not exactly the most happy of content. I was the most bummed about the day because they only offer ONE seminar per month so I will have to wait another month before I can attend and I want answers now, now, NOW!

Thankfully, an advisor at the college down the street has been willing to email with me about all of my questions. Not sure why she won’t just sit down with me and have a meeting, but at this point I’ll take what I can get. I tried showing up a couple of days ago to get some answers but that didn’t get me much of anywhere because I didn’t realize that I was on the wrong campus. I am the kind of person that really needs face-to-face interaction to make decisions. I need physical papers in my hand. I want detailed information. I’m not really a “take it as it comes” kind of person. I want all the information at once and I want it spread out in front of me and I want to be able to work through it sequentially. This is the way my type of brain works. Anything else just causes anxiety in me.

I’m the kind of person who believes there should be an operations manual for literally everything. Like… I should be able to go to this school and grab a manual and it have every date, detail, and cost breakdown right there. Instead they have it in convoluted chunks all over a website. And some of the information contradicts each other so I never know if my information is good. Dude, the world could be vastly “easier” if people knew how to organize and document information.

I’ve decided that my new side hustle is going to be creating manuals for success for PTA programs. It’s gonna be an ebook and I’m gonna charge $30 a download. Guarenteed to get you all the way to graduation with a fraction of the frustration. So far I have created these kinds of manuals for TWO of the companies I have worked for. I swear, it’s like they never thought of the idea. And all of a sudden people have a reference point, a place to train from, an easier way to fill in for an employee. I try to sell this strength in interviews, but so far it seems to be an underrated quality.

I’m on the struggle bus right now as to wether it’s even worth it to drive to all of these colleges for all of these information seminars. I’ve got the time and the money would be minimal, but is it worth the fuss? Maybe I should just focus on the two schools that are close to me and call them “good enough”?

First world problems…

I have a lunch date with a girl from church at 1:30. We’re going downtown for burgers and tacos, which should be fun. Until next post… I hope this diary isn’t too banal…

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