Midwest Boy Far From Home

Hey Everyone! It's been a wee bit of time since I have posted on here. I had a few short hours before my next night shift, and figured it might be kind of nice to catch up on here. I have been one busy dude since my last post. I finished the project in Stillwater just in time to get home and see my beautiful cousin, Brittney, get married. That made me feel super old! Once my cousin, Amy, get married in September I will technically be next in line......hahahahahahaha. I'm gonna go ahead and pass the torch off to my sister on that one. Following the wedding I boarded a plane the next day for New Hampshire. First off, I hate flying. Secondly, I always get placed right behind the dude that decides he is going to hibernate the entire flight. By hibernate I mean put his seat back as far as it can go, break my knee caps. At six foot four with a stunning lineman physique, planes and I have become arch enemies. However, there were no unexpected emergency landings, and Tim Jacobsen wasn't drinking rum punch so I was happy. On flights I don't care as much about comfort as I do survival.....I know I have a problem.  I finally arrived in Manchester, New Hampshire, and have been here for a week now. Manchester is a town of about 100,000 people, and is the largest town in New England. Personally, I find that pretty crazy. I am currently working at Catholic Medical Center. I really like the hospital, and the staff has been so friendly and welcoming to me. One of the things I've noticed about being a young guy in the health care field is that all of the nurses want to be your mother....of course I embrace this role :) I have befriended a girl named Riley, who is another scribe, and Doreen, who is one of the housekeepers. Riley has been so nice to me, and has really made the transition here a lot easier. Doreen is a champ. The lady is the hardest worker I have ever seen in my life. The other day she told me that I give off a vibe that makes people feel comfortable, and that she usually doesn't warm up to people very quickly. She told me I have to be careful out here because people aren't as friendly as I am haha.  There are a few things I have learned while being here. 1. People here aren't as friendly as they are in the Midwest. I'm a huge fan of smiling at people, and saying hello. Yeah, you aren't supposed to do that here. A  few hundred funny looks later, and I haven't given up though.  2. Manchester is pretty thug. You know you live in the ghetto when you tell people where you're staying, and they respond with "oh, be careful at night." I ain't scurred though. There was a lady sleeping out on the front stoop outside my window the other day. I assumed she was tanning until I saw that she was wearing a bathrobe, and looked like she had a run in with a grizzly. P.S. they have bears here...... 3. Everyday is like a bad mob video. I live in a world of hilarious east coast accents, and sometimes I just can't help but smile. Apparently you have to say New HampSHIRE, but Portsmouth is pronounced Portsmith. It doesn't make sense to me either.  4. If you aren't Catholic, good luck finding a church to go to. 5. Make sure a door doesn't lock from the outside. Yep, I locked myself and a doctor into a room with a patient, and we had to wait five minutes for a nurse to find us haha. Well everyone, that is about it for me today. I am planning a trip to Boston and the white mountains this week so be ready for some good stories. I hope all is well at home. I miss you all more than you know, and can't wait to see you all again. Take Care :) Preston Sereg