Sometimes Kharma Comes Back Around...

When I first moved to the Boston area, I was getting off the T and there were people pushing off as others were pushing on...you know typical public transportation craziness. Well as I was stepping off, this little girl was walking ahead of her mom, she was probably about 3, and her mom was pushing a stroller with a baby in it. The girl was walking in front of the stroller and getting ready to step on the T. As she put her foot up she missed the T and landed in the "gap"...right up to her hip. Well I stooped down, picked her up by her shoulder and put her firmly on the train. Her mom was thanking me profusely but I just said you're welcome and continued on with my day.

Well Tuesday I went to PT and had to shower at the gym. Upon arriving home I realized that I had left all my shower stuff (including my new facewashes) in the shower. I figured they were probably going to get thrown out but I figured I would check in the morning anyways. So I went to the gym and asked the desk guy (yes, that's his official title) if they had a lost and found for shower supplies...he looked at me like I was crazy, but he said that if I wanted to check the showers, I was more than welcome to do so. So I checked the shower, as I expected, nothing. But as I was turning around to leave, on the sink, someone had piled up all the stuff I had left in the shower. All of it.

You never know when kharma is going to come around and help you out...and she totally owed me after the horrible dates I've had as of late...which may or may not show up in future blogs...you never can tell.

And I thought Utah was bad...

So I auditioned for a community concert band last night.  That sounds like it would be really low-key...it was probably the hardest audition of my life.  I had to know things that I hadn't thought about since high school.  And then at the end of the audition he said, "well you can sit in with us tonight and see if you are a good fit.  We just had a horn player quit over the weekend and we haven't put out the cast call yet for a new one...and we don't want to deprive other qualified horn players of any opportunities."  Really!?  Cause the last time I checked you were a community concert band...and usually,  where I come from community concert bands are happy to get who they can get...especially us french horn players ( I mean come on...honestly, it's not like I'm one of a million trumpets...not to mention...this girl...I have emptied my spit valve on Carnegie Hall's stage...I'm just saying!)

So I played with the ensemble during rehearsal that evening and it dawned on me.  Massachusetts is a very closed community too.  And all this time I thought Utahns were the only ones that could be closed off and discriminatory and that once I got back to America, all would be normal.  But no...last night I attempted to bust into the community concert band forum in Massachusetts, land of my great-great-great-great grandfather served beer to Paul Revere, and I wasn't from around these parts....nope here I was this outspoken girl from Utah...or was it NY...and NY would be far worse...cause maybe she's one of them Yankee lovers....

Plus no one told me that the state of Massachusetts has more french horn players per capita than any other place in the country....or maybe it just feels that way because 5...count it 5 community bands/symphonies in my local area turned me down without me even auditioning!! Just thanks for your interest, we are all filled up with horn players.  I play french horn!  It's not common!  Just let me play!

Anyways, I think I'm in...unless they find someone more qualified...so I better start practicing, so I can stay on the team! 

On a side note I have started PTing with the military peeps...again.  So yes, I was out at the capture site of Paul Revere this morning at 7:30 in 35 degree weather, getting ready to start my 3 mile-ish run.  For those of you that know me...think about that for a second...and then please travel back in time, let's say the year 1999 and tell my gym teacher to shut up about my broken leg and my exercised induced asthma and give me an A in gym class...because clearly gym class means squat in the real world and it really brought down my gpa.  

The state of Massachusetts baffles me...

I haven't updated in a few weeks because I have been rather busy.  However this story was one I wanted to blog about a few months ago, but didn't have time. 

So when I first moved to Massachusetts I figured that I might as well make myself a legal resident....you know...probably good to be legal and all.  So I went to the Massachusetts RMV to register my car and switch my license.  After the huge fiasco of getting a signed letter from my insurance company (because an insurance card clearly was not good enough), the RMV then took me for broke on taxes and gave me Massachusetts plates.  I then went to the other side of the counter to take another number to wait to switch my license over.  

When I finally got called up to talk to the woman, she asked if I had proof of residence.  I had the little postcard that the USPS sends that verifies that you have indeed changed your address.  I physically had to have my key, open my mailbox and take out this card.  So yes, I live there.  Well apparently according to the Massachusetts RMV, that isn't good enough.  You need something like a copy of your lease, or a utility bill or something.  Well I was dumbfounded that they wouldn't take a piece of paper from the postal service and I was dreading driving all the way home, only to have to drive all the way back when she asked if I registered my car.  Well yes, I did register my car...but it took NO PROOF OF RESIDENCE to do so.  So I gladly handed over my registration as my proof of residence (even though I used no proof to get it) and I switched my license over.  

This once again reinforces how stupid state governments are and how I will avoid the RMV at costs in the future...thank god for online renewals.