The Dreamer Posting Celebrity Sightings

As promised...me and DeBow (spelling?) from Friday and Derek from MTV!

The Dreamer Writes Seriously for Once

I find myself in a hotel room tonight. In Arizona. Not going out with the crew. Reflecting on the week and night. There have been 2 tests for class, I aced both. We had driving school ALL day today. I passed that with flying colors. I had a fantastic dinner with a group of 15 tonight at PF Changs and tried different foods. These are all great things. Life is good. I dont have to worry about much tonight. But tonight I lay here, listening to Tom Cruise rant about something in that movie with Demi Moore when he is a military lawyer...and all I can think about is Roberto.

Who you may ask is Roberto? He is a fellow trainee. Roberto also had a good day. He passed his tests with flying colors this week. Roberto had a fun day at driving school too. He had a little happy hour in his room after class. He was a happy camper from today too. Now, Roberto is different from the rest of us with his strong Puerto Rican accent. But, he's smarter than the rest, knows his stuff and is all around a nice guy. So, when I got back from dinner, I called Roberto's room and he was out. So then, I went out to see what was happening in the pool area. That was the same time Roberto came back to the hotel.

I walked into say hi and he was down. He was visably distraught and alone. I asked him what happened. So, apparently 18 or 20 people went to a club here in Scottsdale and they were carded at the door like happens most of the time. Roberto was told at the door that the State of Arizona does not recognize Puerto Rican drivers licenses and that he was not permitted to enter the club. Now, this alone is terrible and heart-breaking. The part that hurt me the most is that the people with him allowed him to walk 45 minutes back to the hotel ALONE! They did not go with him or offer to give him a lift...OH NO...when I found Roberto, he was alone, mixing his own drink and hot. Damned hot from the walk.

I have always been the person who sees people who are alone or rejected and my heart breaks for them. Breaks. Not a sympathy...an ownership of their pain. So, I took time tonight to listen to Roberto. I learned of his family back home, his wife, his 2 kids. I learned that he is just trying to work to make a better future for them. AND he cant get in a club and people wont take him back OR LEAVE to be with him?

So tonight, I learned salsa. Roberto gave me a lesson. He laughed. He danced. He enjoyed himself. We had Club Katie if you will. We watched 2 fights on TV and I spent time with him. Granted the jerks he went out with called FROM the club to check on him 2 hours into it, but what a slap.

I dont know how it is to be persecuted. I dont know how it is to be singled out of a big group and be turned away and the friends I thought I had betray me like that. I cry for Roberto. I cried right next to him and gave him a hug. (I originally typed hog, and it was a funny line..."I cried right next to him and gave him a hog." HA!) He said I made his night. He called me once I came back here and thanked me for spending time with him. Now, I can't tell you I understand what Roberto went through tonight, but I can tell you I ache for him. I can tell you that I am angry for him.

That's all. I am physically rattled by it. I hope all are well. Tomorrow is my first day off in 8 days...I need it. My pictures are coming hopefully on Monday. Chris sent the cable...wooo hooo!

Peace~

The Dreamer Aces First Exam

Well, I got a 100 on my first test and am tackeling the second one tomorrow...so I am locked in my hotel room, ordering room service, rocking and rolling and whatnot.

I have discovered that Arizona has misters all over the place to make the weather more tolerable...Florida needs those. They can learn from these desert folk. I did get out of the hotel and see a little of the land...it is beautiful here. I am impressed. It is cool to see all of the neat artistic ideas the big guy in the sky had...

i will write more another time.

The Dreamer Aces First Exam

Well, I got a 100 on my first test and am tackeling the second one tomorrow...so I am locked in my hotel room, ordering room service, rocking and rolling and whatnot.

I have discovered that Arizona has misters all over the place to make the weather more tolerable...Florida needs those. They can learn from these desert folk. I did get out of the hotel and see a little of the land...it is beautiful here. I am impressed. It is cool to see all of the neat artistic ideas the big guy in the sky had...

i will write more another time.

The Dreamer Studies Her Ass Off

Ok, so I am studying my ass off. It is still big...but I am trying. My first exam is tomorrow and I am working to get my learn on. Life is still good. This evening, I am venturing out from my hotel and seeing some of Scottsdale. Not too much, like I said, I have an exam tomorrow. AND, if you dont get a 90, you get the boot...not playing here.

Hope all is well...soon, there will be pictures to share. Chris is sending my cable to me and I may just hit walgreens with my memory stick, get a disc and then post it. I dont know...gotta watch time.

Holler back.

The Dreamers First Day in Arizona

It is hot, not a hot I enjoy. I am excited to be here though, saw my first cactus growing naturally. That was cool. And there is a big mountain I can see from the hotel. I saw DBow from Friday and Derek from MTV on the plane...took pictures with both of them, but I dont have the cable to transfer them to my computer...AWESOME! That sucks, that means the first 2 weeks of my blog will only rely on my wit.

I did cry like a baby when I left Jacksonville yesterday. I am not coming home...that's so weird. And when I come home for my first visit, Rob will be away at college already. It was just straight drama I tell you. Drama. Not to mention my new carpet got soaked and my house was a bit flooded when I left. Thank God for a good dad who took care of that for me...and replaced some carpet for me today.

I have to go study...seriously...I have hours of it ahead of me tonight. If you dont pass...you get canned.

The Dreamer Reporting from the Airport

I am at the airport getting ready to board the plane to Arizona. Tears. Lots of tears before I got to my gate. Now, I am composed, ready to get on the plane and to training. I think I was upset about leaving my family and dog and house and everything I am familiar with. This last week has been fun. I went to Dave and Busters with Rob, packed my house, played with Mr. Pants, got my nails done, hair done, massaged...etc. Now, please know that I did not mean to get red hair, and it was supposed to fade to brown after 2 washes...yep. I am going to training with red hair. PERFECT.

I will be adding pictures of today and last week to this in a bit...maybe tomorrow. I also want to post the pictures from my last day with Randstad.

For now, I must shut down and get on my plane.

Does anyone know who owns the Pink Taco bar in Scottsdale? Tiff thinks it is someone famous.

I will be blogging more frequently...so stay tuned. This is the dreamer...signing off.

The Dreamer Moves On

So, I am biting the bullet and moving on. I have a new job selling pharmacueticals with Merck. That means not only am I moving to somewhere south of Daytona, but it also means I leave for Arizona next week. 2 or 3 months of training in Scottsdale. It will be a good change for me. So, stay tuned here, I am going to keep up my bloggin in the desert.

Holla if you hear me!