Feeling lost doesn't feel good
Jan. 12th, 2002 10:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lantairvleaWent to Scottsdale with Dad to look at a car (which we ended up buying, he's selling the four-banger to Chip Brown) and since we drove up with one and had to come home with two cars it was decided that it'd be best if I headed out first since I had to get to work by 2 (it was sometime around 12) and it'd be best not to be late. Dad gave me instructions "take the 101 East and then take the 202 heading East." Simple enough, but, much to my dismay, the 101 ended before it hit the 202. Luckily, the 101 ended at Scottdale Rd, which has some remote familiarity being as I know that LeSuear's VW dealership is just off the 202 on a small street just off of Scottsdale Rd.
I headed north first, then decided that a "scenic rout" wouldn't be the way home and turned around to head south, saw a Lamborgini . . . purdy car. Anyway, kept on going south. didn't really feel lost, rather confident in myself, having a few questioning thoughts when I'd gone several miles without seeing the 202, though I did see ThaiFoon, which brought some assurance, it was the Thai Food restraunt that we went to before going to the U2 conference back in april. So I continue on south. Go past Old Town Scottsdale and keep on going, then, I come to the point where it appears that Scottsdale Rd. ends. Pulled into a parking lot and didn't really feel voulnerable until I got out of the car, feelings of helplessness, being lost, alone, frightened, just overall not good. Went to the Pizza Hut, sat down, cried. A woman came in and querried what was the matter "I am totally and unexplicably lost." And thus we went out to her car so we could get her phone, I called Mom, talked to her, got some reassurance, Mom talked to the woman, and then got some help from a passerby (she's from Glendale and doesn't know Scottsdale very well herself) and so, I knew where I was to go. A hug and reassurance and many thanks before I proceeded back to the Tercel. Still crying, though not upset and feeling better once in the car (there's just some sort of saftey and protection found in a car) I drove off, now with the knowledge that the road I was on didn't end, but turned left in such an odd manner that it appeared to end. So, I made it to the 202 and got home.
I will never leave my phone home again . . . and I don't think Dad will either (both of us left our phones home, apparently thinking that the other would have theirs) for that matter.
Got home, many hugs, much crying, more out of gladness of being home than anything else. I seriously didn't feel like going to work today, but I did, an hour and a half (about) late. Dad was waiting there and had explained what happened, which I'm grateful for. So that was that, clocked in worked, met the new trainee, it seems odd, now I'm the one with the knowlede of how things work, muah, power. Stayed about an hour late because I covered until Joanna got there since she was running late (though not because she got lost in another city or anything as such) so there's a plus. I officially work one day next week . . . that being Tuesday. Need to call in on Monday to see what hours Marilee has managed to scroung up for me. I might be getting a second job at the Gym Suzane works at, they're opening up a juice bar there.
Went to the Winter Formal for MV. Didn't really feel like going, just wanted to revel in being home and do my math homework (which I still need to do) but went anyway. Got pictures taken, drank punch, chattered, didn't really dance (with the exception of the occational movement to the beat and watching/studying from the mirror that was there . . . I want a large mirror, it would be helpful) at all, there wasn't a single slow song for the whole 20 minutes we were there. They had the same people running the photography as at Homecoming, I still think they did a shotty job on the pictures, hopefully they'll do better this time.
Left the dance, drove around, ate at Garcia's . . . regrettable I poked more than I ate, so we have left overs (fortunately Dave poked more than he ate as well so I don't feel so bad) for everyone else. Drove, decided to pull on home, though I still would like to go zipping about some curvey windey roads right now . . . where's Provo Canyon when y'need it . . . in Utah, where it has always been, curse it.
Anyway, there's m'day. So here I sit, typing and about to attack my Math. I have a headache, the Tylennol never kicked in.
It sucks feeling lost.
I headed north first, then decided that a "scenic rout" wouldn't be the way home and turned around to head south, saw a Lamborgini . . . purdy car. Anyway, kept on going south. didn't really feel lost, rather confident in myself, having a few questioning thoughts when I'd gone several miles without seeing the 202, though I did see ThaiFoon, which brought some assurance, it was the Thai Food restraunt that we went to before going to the U2 conference back in april. So I continue on south. Go past Old Town Scottsdale and keep on going, then, I come to the point where it appears that Scottsdale Rd. ends. Pulled into a parking lot and didn't really feel voulnerable until I got out of the car, feelings of helplessness, being lost, alone, frightened, just overall not good. Went to the Pizza Hut, sat down, cried. A woman came in and querried what was the matter "I am totally and unexplicably lost." And thus we went out to her car so we could get her phone, I called Mom, talked to her, got some reassurance, Mom talked to the woman, and then got some help from a passerby (she's from Glendale and doesn't know Scottsdale very well herself) and so, I knew where I was to go. A hug and reassurance and many thanks before I proceeded back to the Tercel. Still crying, though not upset and feeling better once in the car (there's just some sort of saftey and protection found in a car) I drove off, now with the knowledge that the road I was on didn't end, but turned left in such an odd manner that it appeared to end. So, I made it to the 202 and got home.
I will never leave my phone home again . . . and I don't think Dad will either (both of us left our phones home, apparently thinking that the other would have theirs) for that matter.
Got home, many hugs, much crying, more out of gladness of being home than anything else. I seriously didn't feel like going to work today, but I did, an hour and a half (about) late. Dad was waiting there and had explained what happened, which I'm grateful for. So that was that, clocked in worked, met the new trainee, it seems odd, now I'm the one with the knowlede of how things work, muah, power. Stayed about an hour late because I covered until Joanna got there since she was running late (though not because she got lost in another city or anything as such) so there's a plus. I officially work one day next week . . . that being Tuesday. Need to call in on Monday to see what hours Marilee has managed to scroung up for me. I might be getting a second job at the Gym Suzane works at, they're opening up a juice bar there.
Went to the Winter Formal for MV. Didn't really feel like going, just wanted to revel in being home and do my math homework (which I still need to do) but went anyway. Got pictures taken, drank punch, chattered, didn't really dance (with the exception of the occational movement to the beat and watching/studying from the mirror that was there . . . I want a large mirror, it would be helpful) at all, there wasn't a single slow song for the whole 20 minutes we were there. They had the same people running the photography as at Homecoming, I still think they did a shotty job on the pictures, hopefully they'll do better this time.
Left the dance, drove around, ate at Garcia's . . . regrettable I poked more than I ate, so we have left overs (fortunately Dave poked more than he ate as well so I don't feel so bad) for everyone else. Drove, decided to pull on home, though I still would like to go zipping about some curvey windey roads right now . . . where's Provo Canyon when y'need it . . . in Utah, where it has always been, curse it.
Anyway, there's m'day. So here I sit, typing and about to attack my Math. I have a headache, the Tylennol never kicked in.
It sucks feeling lost.
