Things I've Learned Since Moving To Nashville...

My boyfriend plays rock, paper, scissors with himself. And sometimes, he LOOSES!

While helping him clean out his old roommate's room upstairs, we found a HUGE garbage bag full of Mardi Gras beads. We are still trying to figure out how his former STRAIGHT MALE roommate went to Mardi Gras and CAME BACK with beads...

The speed limit on I440 is 80 mph. It doesn't matter what type of car you drive, what time of day it is, or where you're going. That is the speed limit.

While at Goodwill shopping one Saturday with his teen girls (it was 50% day) we saw a VERY rotund lady looking through the lingerie. He looked at me and said, "She doesn't need lingerie, she needs drapery!" Apparently that's a rule in Nashville? Kinda brings a new meaning to the Gone with the Wind quote, "I saw it in a window and just had to have it."

And last, but not least, my favorite:
His kitchen sink leaks.
And he's a PLUMBER!

Our Own Personal Sully

I love to people watch. I love to try to figure people out. Occassionally I post observations. That is all they are. With that disclaimer out of the way:

I recently transferred offices to Nashville to one of my company's offices in a hospital. I am truly enjoying the different atmosphere, being "clued into" all the doctors and office staff we interact with daily, and not to mention the GREAT cafeteria food here. No, I'm not kidding. Pick up your jaw off the floor because it's fabulous. It's catered by Morrison's Cafe. So, everyday at lunch I walk through the hospital and down to the cafeteria. There's a guy there that serves the food. He's hilarious. He knows I have to have "easy on the onions" and always teases me, giving me 2 or 3. There are two cashiers but I always go to the girl because she is so kind and personable. She treats everyone like she's happy to see them.

Last week I happened to ride in the elevator with a lady who I had noticed eating by herself a few days before. There was a family member of a patient who was also in the elevator. She looked at this lady who, like I do, wore an ID badge. She asked her where a certain department was. Instead of simply telling her, "I don't know." She snootily replied, "I work in a doctor's office. I don't work in the hospital. I don't know." As if working in the hospital was under what she did. Then the elevator stopped and she stomped out, acting insulted, as if the lady was supposed to know what the abbreviations meant on her name badge. Heck, I didn't even know what they meant and I work here! (I went back to my office and looked it up, Google could only find Letter of Medical Necessity for that abbreviation.)

I explained to the lady where I worked and told her I had only been here two weeks so I didn't know either, but I walked her to the information desk and told her they could help her. Besides, the information desk is right in front of the cafeteria, literally 12 feet from the door.

I began watching this lady more closely. She is overweight, probably 275, and wears scrubs that are about a size too small, accentuating this fact. Her scrub pants are too short, probably a petite size, making her look even more ill suited for her scrubs. She always wears a ring on each finger and they are, indeed, very nice pieces. Her hair is a dyed bright auburn with one shock of white blonde hair in the front. To be honest, she kind of looks like Sully from Monsters Inc.

Only not as happy.

When she exits the lunch line, she walks outside, as if looking for someone to sit with, then almost always re-enters the cafeteria, as if looking again, then ultimately sits by herself. I have never seen her smile.

Friday I passed by her and smiled. She glowered at me, as if I had no right to smile at her. I am new here, in a new place. I would love to make new friends. Apparently she wants none. I think I will try to sit with her next time I see her.