Blog 58 New Posts about Our time While she was There, and a travel story

Before my friend’s move, I did a couple of temporary jobs. (This was before cell phones.) I always gave the hospital and hotel room number for emergencies. But, I was sent to a job in New Orleans at Alton Ocshner Hospital. They placed me in an apartment next door to the hospital. The one problem was that they did not have a phone in the apartment, I had to go outside in the parking lot to call home.

I, also, learned that there was another temporary guy working with us. We became friends and went around town at times. I found out that his company put him in a hotel room in the French Quarters. But, He found out that I was getting paid more. He, also, was having troubles with his girlfriend back home.

Well on a Friday, he was called by his company and told that he had plane tickets home for THAT weekend and he had to go home until Sunday night because the company owners were going to use his apartment for the weekend. He did not have a way to the airport and he was really mad at the company. His girlfriend told him he was not to come there or she would call the police.

The guy, still not knowing what he was going to do, asked me to take him to the airport.(Which for those that do not know, the airport is around twenty miles outside the city). The entire time we were traveling, he kept cursing profanely, slamming his fists on my panel, and said he was so mad he could kill these girls. I had never seen this side of this guy and I was scared.

I thought all weekend of this and I did not want to pick this guy up, take him to the French Quarters, then come home not knowing the mood he was going to be in. So, I decided not to pick him up. I did not have a phone, so I would not see him until Monday at work. There, he could not get so hysterical. But, I forgot to call home and as I slept, there came a loud knock on my door and I sprung out of bed.

Assuming the worst, I thought it was the guy and he came to my apartment because I did not pick him up. I immediately crawled under the bed. (BRAVE ME!) The knocking continued for about 15 minutes and then stopped. Suddenly, it began again! I crawled under the bed again. This time they were going around my apartment banging on my windows along the way. I just knew this guy was out there and about to kick the door in.

This time, it only happened for about ten minutes and stopped. I fell asleep under the bed. I had already made up my mind that I was going home the next morning because I did not want to confront this guy. But, I did have to go to the hospital clinic and tell them I was leaving.

So, here is the lowdown. One of the technologists lived in my apartment complex and she had a phone. When Robert and my friend did not get a call from me Sunday night, they called the hospital, who called the girl, who came to my apartment and knocked to see if I was there. My car was there, but I was not answering. She started getting concerned, so she called the police.

When the police arrived, she took them to my apartment and they knock on the doors and windows, (never announcing who they were). They told the technologist that they could not make a report until I had been missing over twenty-four hours. She called my home and told them the same. Everyone was worried about me.

The next morning, I called home and told them that I was coming home. They told me that they had just packed their car and was going to come look for me. They ,also, told me the story of the night. So, when I made it to the clinic the technologist was in tears and ran and hugged me. She was so afraid that something had happened.

They said the guy did not show up and they understood what I went through, because the week before I came there, this guy had a blow-up during work. I told them I had to leave and I told myself that I would never stay anywhere that did not have a phone. When I arrived home, it had already made the Scherzer grapevine and I was so embarrassed. I swore I would never be that scared again, and to this day, something like that never happened to me again.

(fraidy-cat of the month)

This girl roommate had a fun side to her that I took advantage of many time. You could sneak up behind her and just say, “BOO!”, and her legs would buckle and she would drop to the floor. She could be scared so easily. This was so funny to me.

Well, we went to Uncle Julio’s Mexican food and had two swirls (half margarita, half rose wine) a piece. She apparently could not hold her liquor because she got really dizzy, laughing, and talkative. Our street was on small hills and had no lights, so when I turned down the street, I turned my lights off and she began screaming and laughing at the same time. But, when we turned into our drive, there was what looked like a smashed window in my other car. I slammed the breaks, reversed, and backed out. I got out and walked over to the car and realized it was just strings of mist, so we pulled on in.

The girl said she had to hurry to the bathroom. The window to the bathroom was on the front porch. I told Robert to follow here inside and keep talking to her and I stayed on the porch. By the time I knew she had gotten to the toilet, I banged on the window real loud about four times. I heard a scream, so I ran in the house to the bathroom to find her still screaming, but she had leaped from the toilet to the door, still screaming, trying to get the door opened. When she got the door opened she was lying behind the door, pants down, still peeing, but stuck because she was on the wrong side of the door. We laughed so hard. She was not a happy camper!

I really did miss her when she moved, but she did real well on her own. She would agree with me that it was the best thing now that time has passed.