three hour physicals aren't fun

apparently i was supposed to have more paper work than the one sheet of paper i had. turns out, that was only an informational sheet.

that's what i was told when i showed up twenty minutes early for my physical. i'd have to wait until they received the paperwork from ncl. so i waited. and waited. then waited some more. did i mention i waited?

finally, at 1:45, after many who came after me had been seen and released, i inquired as to why i still had not been helped. they only had six of the nine required pages... could they not have just began the process???

no. they couldn't. at 2:30, i finally was lead to the back where i was poked and prodded. blood work. drug tests. oh, and i was left in the isolation booth for the hearing test for about twenty minutes -- after the test was completed.

then there was the vision test, which was the weirdest i'd ever seen. not the poster on the wall. ask me about it... i'll have to try to explain it. it wouldn't make sense, i promise.

then it was to the nakedness. a robe was thrown at me with the directions to get 'nekkid. the doctor -- very unattractive doctor -- showed almost thirty minutes later. ya'll know what happens then.

the kicker? what was a one o'clock appointment in marietta turned out to be an ordeal complete with afternoon traffic back into midtown.

how lucky am i?

oh, and leslee called to tell me the anonymous freaks are at it again. i'll get to the bottom of it.

more later.