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As for the rest of the week and the rest of you book worms, I already told you about pin setting and I have now recovered from that. All week has been full of odd stuff. First, I got to tie-dye for the first time on Wednesday. My goal was to fix a bandanna that I found. It was blue and white, like a china plate, I was hoping to make it more of a stained glass affect, adding various blues and purples and hoping that some of the blue pattern would still show through. I came to class late, felt like the idiot new kid and then made my bandanna black. I got to rinse it out on Thursday. By then I didn’t want anyone to see my flop. I am an artist! What kind of crap is this?! Well, I rinsed it in hot water (in a secluded shower stall) hoping to get some of the color out and whaddya know but now I have a stained glass bandanna, very pretty if I do say-so. KB says you can’t mess up on tie-dye. I did a T-shirt too. Don’t know if I’ll ever wear it. I don’t like being mistaken for a hippie. Maybe with Carharts. That seems to be a style around here.
I talked to the massage lady who is also the laundry lady and the hair stylist. SHE said that she made $5000 last year by charging $40 for massages! So I started practicing my Thai Massage. I still can’t get it down to an hour but the 2 that I have given were well received. Dodgeball is on Mondays and those guys wreck themselves with that. I think I could have steady income just with Dodgeball.
Speaking of suicide, Emily lended me her work shoes, they are some sort of fancy schmancy clogs. My shoes are extremely comfortable but I think I told you how much I hate black tennis shoes. Anyways, the problem with my Hush Puppies is that the sole is narrow and sometimes I slip off of it and my cool swagger turns into a drunken stumble that someone always laughs at. Well, Emily’s shoes were supposed to be the answer but all that happened was that my trip-ups were emphasized even more because of the platform soles. Ouch.
Thursday we had another MCI (Mass Casualty Incident) training session. It turns out that they got more people than they needed for Auxiliary Medical and they are short handed on stretcher bearers so I volunteered to switch over. “Can you lift 60lbs?” Asked Glenn – the doctor. “Of course,” I said at which Troy added,”Are you kidding? Have you checked out her guns?” Oh yeah. Troy thinks I’m strong just because I kept up when we were moving cases of alcohol on one of our GA days. At the MCI meeting I found that I know more of the stretcher bearers. We use old army stretchers and learn to lead/ give the commands. I hated having to boss a bunch of people around but the whole experience was fun and a bit eerie. We’re training for serious stuff. They talked about how our job is to keep people warm, we’d be the first ones out to carry victims to the firehouse and once they have been assessed they need to go to the clinic. Our role as a stretcher bearer is to report in as soon as the alarm goes out, get your gear on, load a passenger van with stretchers, go to the scene and wrap the injured up, protect them from cold injuries.
All the MCI people were at the firehouse and it was a large group. I was getting all sorts of ideas. Can you imagine having some catastrophe and you know so many people here? Or if I was in the accident. I would know the people that are trying to help me and I would know that no one has any medical experience. One of the Aux Med people is a veterinarian. To just enjoy the moment though it was fun tying up friends and getting pictures. We almost dumped Troy because the guy I was across from was about a foot taller than me.
Thursday was also the tie-dye day. Friday I learned how to play cribbage, counted keys for housing, went to Yoga and gave Sandy a Thai Massage. Poor Sandy is really hurting from the DA work. She tried to do Yoga and that only made it worse but she really helped me with my massage. We took it real slow and it was a learning experience for both of us. Since she’s a nurse she was able to perfect my attempts at finding the main artery at the hip. I’ve always been iffy at that. She also says that I was really good and she’s had lots of massages. Yay! Sandy actually thinks that I should charge more than $50, to do everything I know I would like to charge $60. That’s an hour and a half. About. My money wheels have been turning. If I could make that much and do 2 massages a day? Awesome. Well, I just got distracted counting chickens before they hatched. What fun.
Anyways, I had a low key night. Today Troy sent out a dedication on the radio. Did you know that there is a radio station down here? Anyone can sign up to fill a time slot. Troy says he’s going to but today he made a request “How do I Live Without You”, dedicated it to Johnny the head cook from Luke, the line cook. I wish I had been there.
Days are getting shorter, it’s getting dark by 8:00 and the sun doesn’t seem so bright in the mornings. Someone said that once it’s dark the weather gets nicer. I don’t understand that when there is a lottery for the first C1 of the year. I still want to put my $10 in for that. Whoever picks closest to the day gets the pot. Speaking of hearing things, I heard that the official population on base is 203, 69 are women. Emily thinks that Don is the oldest, he’s around 70? I think that’s just a rumor. I need to ask him myself. As for other things I’ve heard, I had been asked about the romance down here. I guess the finance lady got married down here, there’s a couple on their honeymoon. He promised her an exotic honeymoon if they got married.
The weather has been great too. For the most part. Today was great. I got to learn to drive a pickle. It’s like a. . . tank combined with a forklift. The major differance is that it’s hinged at the cab. Like an insect. The front turns and the back follows. The Pickle is for rough terrain forklifting. How cool. I have an undetailed picture of that. I was paired up with Ryan the Safety Guy, we switched off driving and spotting. The design flaw with these is that you have no visibility in the cab. Ryan gave us our safety training in Denver. He got coerced into coming down here. It’s funny because the way he talks reminds me of Peter. I didn’t think voices could remind you of someone else.
Did I tell you that we had our group photo? That was FREEZING. I even got frost nip from it. I tried to put it on my blog and I will try to do it again. I stood next to Chad. He wore a white cowboy hat so I should be easy to spot. It’ll probably be too small though.
Well, I feel all disjointed again. Sunday’s DA movie is Super Troopers, Wed will be a reshowing of Waiting and I think next Sunday we are already planning on watching Office Space. I am sooo excited for Simone to see that. She worked at Fridays and when we mentioned flare she went off about her required number of buttons and how much she hated it. She’s never seen Office Space. One little thing distinctict to Antarctica, for forklift training they modified the hand signals so that you can read them when a person is wearing mittens. Yep, I’m in Antarctica.
PS. Oneday I am going to get ambitious and make a FAQ list using all the questions that people have been sending me. So if I haven’t answered a question that you have asked think of that or resend it or whatever. Gotta go. Tonight I talked Mandi into trying olive oil as a hair treatment. We are going to soak it up in the sauna. Awesome.