Boo-boos and my trek around the City

Ouch.

Woke up this morning with a rather large bruise on my elbow. I have no idea how I got it. Maybe when the alarm went off I started thrashing around recklessly in a sleepy yet determined effort to stop the noise and hit myself on either the window still or my desk? Who knows. I've just been having entirely too much fun poking at the bump.

Ouch.

Spent most of today running around downtown pimping myself in the hopes of finding a job. I revisited New York Presbyterian/Cornell Medical for the first time since the summer/school term from hell, and (for a wonder) wasn't too traumatized. They had more than a few lab tech jobs open that called for little to no experience outside of having a Bachelors, so I applied for a number of them. I'm hoping they call me back about it. There was a fellow there getting interviewed for one of the positions (in the Microbiology lab), so there's one gone. Four left. I passed by Sloan-Kettering, located across the street, and they really didn't have any tech jobs that interested me. They did have some listed, but they require previous experience in MSK. Why, I don't know. Bastids.

I also passed by Hunter College, in order to look into some classes. Apparently Hunter has a very good nursing program. ( Cut for the convenience of those who could give a flying fuck about my future plans )

( Oh yeah, I saw something interesting )

This entry is too long. But still not complete. Anyway, I have a tendency to count my chicks before the hen's had sex with the rooster. Everything hinges on me getting into Hunter, because I'd have to complete some courses before I get into the nursing school. And you have to be a Hunter student before you're even considered for the nursing school. And the nursing school is VERY competitive (only 80 spots a year). And the deadline for enrollment in Hunter was October 1st. Now it's rolling admissions, so my admittance depends on how fast I can get all of my stuff in. I'm hoping to get my transcript requests to Bronx Science (they require a HS transcript...why??) and Brown out by tomorrow morning. And then it's just the waiting game. Waiting for job call backs, waiting for schools, waiting for my head to explode.

Ouch.
Damn. I need to stop doing that.

Fuckin'...

After holding in my thoughts about nursing school and my future plans for the last two weeks from mom I decided to spill the beans (after posting the LJ entry - heh, guess it's therapeutic).

And, of course, was met with "You should have known what you wanted to do since before you enrolled in Brown/you just rushed into psychology without thinking about the job market/you're a short-seeing dolt/blah blah blah".

I was obligated to tell her of my plans, yes, since she has taken the financial brunt of my education, but STILL. Don't parents think? Hells, don't people think?? I've had those same thoughts running through my head since JUNIOR YEAR. I'm constantly berating myself. The last thing I need is for anyone to tell me these things again. To be honest, she did manage to rein in any overriding anger she may have had and listened to all of my plans (like pick-up sticks stacked precariously they are). But still *sigh*. I asked her to refrain from telling any of my relatives (except my dad, of course - he's easier to deal with) about my plans because I just know I'll hear her speech repeated to me over and over again in different tones. Fuckin' family. They're still pestering me about my lack of a job. Fuckin'. Damn. Fuckity fuck.