Coming to an end

All things, good and bad come to an end. My run at the local truck stop has ran out of time. Do I regret working there? Not one second. I learned so much there, somethings good, others... not so good. But the point is that I stayed true to myself. I knew what my values were and for the most part I didn't cross any boundaries that I was uncomfortable with.

Working there was an emotional roller coaster. From being threatened, to being hit on, to be sweetheart of the station, to being the slut of the station. There were so many amazing funny times. I went through things that I will never forget and I will have this blog to remind me of all the great times and great people that I met. Getting this job opened me up to Spokane, it branched me out and it got me into a close knit family. I am sad to have said goodbye to those that are so close to me. But at the same time I am seeing for the first time who my real friends were there.

Recently I haven't kept up in blogging very much. But one thing that stands out that I kept meaning to write about was Zorro: One night this guy, about 20 yrs old comes in to the store wearing a complete Zorro outfit. He points to me and says "I am here to save you!" He then continues pointing around the store to customers and to employees saying and you and you and you to every person in his sight. He left after that, we all broke into fits of laughter!

Another incident happened. There was a middle aged lady that was drunk out of her mind, and her car ended up on the side of the truck stop, running over one of our trees and stuck on a boulder. She had a bit of an infatuation with Brawk. LOL

So goodbye to my truck stop days. And hello to the new adventure that awaits me. Knowing my life its going to be a crazy one.

A bit like greys anatomy

Or how about not at all. This blog will be done with no names, not even my made up names.

There was a dillemma between two very close friends of mine. One refused to talk to anyone about what was going on. The other felt miserable and helpless. A crie from help tonight led us to his apartment where we found him next to 2 empty bottles of liquor, an ashtray full of cigs, and a knife. Taking a look at him we found him completely wasted and severely cut on both arms and kneck. My friend and I were faced with a difficult decision. What to do? We decided he needed help. We would take him to the hospital.

However a 3rd party got involved. And called 911. My friend fought the cops and we all got to witness an intense scene. He was brought to the emergency room. This is where I sit now. We waited to go bacl and see him, till we found out he didn't want to see us. We left 5 mins from home the nurse calls, he wants us to get him. But if we take him home we can't leave him alone. Right now my friend is asleep next to me, waiting to meet with someone from psych. Another hard night. Not sure if I will be forgiven for this one.

But what is done is done. And now all that is important is that everyone is ok. So everyone cross your fingers. I'm going to need the extra luck.

Flying

Time flys by so fast. I'm shocked at how things can be changed so drastically in such a short amount of time. But that's another story.

Last few days have been interesting. Hanging out with random people, doing things I never thought I would and making random friends. I'm in a sort of mood that just wants to make me say "why not?" So I am going for anything and everything. I made friends with Taylor Swifts crew. Maybe getting in backstage for the concert, but I'm not holding my breath. Wouldn't that be amazing though? These guys were some of the most laid back guys I have just sat around with in a long time. We talked about everything you could think of. And they made fun of blonde's, mainly cause I didn't get it. But hey whatever.

I'm just going to live everyday as random and spontaneous as I can. Try to fill every second with distractions. Whats the point of just sitting around? Tomorrow, I am will go for a hike.

Stay sweet Spokane