Power chair bumper cars

Let us not play this game, shall we? Especially when my future job involves me working in a nursing home where 98% percent of the population that lives there has and uses a power chair/ power scooter.

This morning Grandpa Subaru (Marcus's car) and I went for a galabant around the countryside to get to Wellsboro so I could fill out some paperwork for my new job. This would have been a lot more fun if I wasn't stuck behind every slow driver/ dump truck both on my way there and on the way back. Anyway, while on my hour long commute I was still able to enjoy the rolling landscape of complete nothingness while also passing a few grazing cows. Once in Wellsboro, however, I was slowed down to almost a complete stop due to continuing construction and then when I was able to go forward Grandpa Power Scooter shoots out in front of me!! Come on now, this isn't a carnival. When I hit you you will not merely bounce off with the sound of our conjoined laughter leading up to another harmless bump. No. This is the real world. I hit you, you die. Simple as that. And yes, I may have been going a little too quickly as result of building frustration due to being made to sit for extended periods of time when I have places to go and people to see. Also, Grandpa power scooter wasn't even in or near a cross walk. So for all intensive purposes it can be said that he was 'jay-scooting'. But to move on..

Once I finally arrived I went through the usual mounds of paperwork, signing my name 10 thousand times, and pee in the cup routine. After that I was put through the usual physical malarkey of taking deep breaths, poke around my abdomen and standing on your toes skit. This I feel doctors do only to a certain extent to complete the physical. The rest of the time you are there just for entertainment purposes. You know, to see what they can make you do and what they can get away with while still deeming it necessary as part of the 'physical'. Really doctor? You want me to stand on my tip-toes for how long? 15 minutes? Are you sure this is necessary? Well, ok just so long as it means that I can pass my physical. Oy vey..

Finally, after the physical was done and over with I was sent next door to the building that I will actually be working in to fill out more paperwork and to obtain 3 paper cuts. After signing my name 10 thousand more times and sitting through the whole boring schpeel about insurance and prescription plans I was released to the hospital across the street so as to get my photo taken for my new work ID. I'm so glad I had it taken the week before my scheduled hair cut and not afterward when I can actually look half way decent. Roots that are showing and extra long bangs?? Awesome!!!

Once done I quickly left the hospital and came home, well as quick as the slow driver in front of me would allow. And now, I am regaling you with my Wellsboro tales. Hope it was as interesting to read about as it was for me to go through it.