most intense
...couple of weeks in my life. probably. most likely.
I pretty much just worked everyday straight from Jan.28-Feb. 16. I worked my ass off at my regular office job and tried to get weeks ahead on work so I could leave on a good note. Meanwhile, Valentine's Day happened and I was at the flower shop (either the main one or my friend Cappy's shop or BOTH) for a week straight after and during normal working hours.
In sum, I worked. I worked a lot. I worked too damn much. And then I had to pack up my office, where I had been stowing all sorts of nicknacks and god-knows-how-many hand lotions for the past 3 years and move on.
Did I cry? When didn't I cry? I think I started to cry Friday morning and pretty much didn't stop until I was on the plane headed to Phoenix Sunday at 5am. 43 hours of straight sobbing. Did I sleep? Yes. I got a solid 3 hours of sleep Friday night and didn't go to bed Saturday. If I were to tally the hours of sleep I got from Wednesday to Sunday, it would be about 12-13 hrs. I'm not joking. Did I get sick? you bet.
That said, I didn't hate Valentine's Day as much as I usually do this year. Maybe it was working with Cappy? Maybe it was knowing I wouldn't be doing flowers for while after this? Maybe it was something else 
Buket and Katie helped me pack for my month of training because I was far too much of a train wreck to handle putting clothes in a bag by myself. Even so, it's hard to imagine doing a worse job packing. Oh well, I'll live.
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And now I've just survived week 1 of flight attendant training for USAirways (soon to merge with American to become the world's largest airline co.--yes, everyone is really excited) in the freezing desert that is Phoenix, AZ. I was excited to be in 'The West' for the first time, but honestly I am outside maybe 40 mins a day. This is not as much fun as I thought it would be. Yes, the hotel is nice, and I do get free breakfast and dinner (which is why I might even have enough money to support myself after this month-- that is, if I am able to steal any of the towels)
My typical day of training:
5am: wake up
6:30-7:00 (variable) eat breakfast and get on the shuttle to the training center
7:30-5ish or 6ish or 8ish: TRAINING
whenever - 10pm: dinner, homework and study
10ish: bed
I know that being a flight attendant probably seems really cute and all... I thought so too, but there is SO MUCH to learn. This is really no joke. Delta and United (rumored) take 8 weeks to train. USAirways gets it done in 4.5. Shit just got real. I'm glad it is short though. I miss Gainesville so much right now even 3 more weeks seems like a lifetime. Wow, I actually just typed that. I guess I am homesick and friendsick. I'm not really a home-sicky type of person though... so what's up with me?
Luckily, I think I've fallen into a pretty good study group. The hotel is really like a dorm too... there are over 140 trainees here right now and at night lots of people are in the lobby studying and running through various 'flight demo choreography' as I call it. It's actually really cute.
When I wake up tomorrow, I'll have been here a week. I've digested an insane amount of information. I've ordered my uniform and my luggage. I've put in my bid on my choice of base locations. I know FAA rules and regs. I know what to do in a crash. I know shit about airplanes that I didn't even think about before.
GOD, this is really happening. This is the liminal period of the next big chapter in my life story.
