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The wilds of upstate
Dec. 16th, 2006 11:55 pmThis being the middle of my three-day weekend (yet again my love for 12-hour shifts knows no bounds) I was planning on lying in bed, watching the occasional DVD, and mebbe heading out to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
atraxia's bangin' shindig. Course, things came up - middle bro needed to go to Pleasantville on a football recruiting trip, mom was working, dad came home the night before plastered, so I ended up volunteering my accompaniment services at the very last minute (11:35PM last night). The campus is pretty and quaint, but 42k for tuition + fees + room and board?? Seriously, forty-two THOUSAND DOLLARS? Teh crack, it is strong. Needless to say, the chance of bro going there is slim-to-nil. Things wrapped up around 3:40 and we got dropped up at the local Metro-North station. Blah blah blah we weren't paying attention, we ended up taking the train *further* upstate and ended up in Chappaqua. What a Chappaqua is, I don't know. However, during our hour wait for another NYC-bound train and subsequent tour of the portion of the town closest to the station we learned that Chappaqua was founded by Quakers in 1730. Uhm, yeah. We did some window-shopping, made the obligatory Starbucks stop and then caught the 5:40 train down. By the time I got back to the city (made it to the house by 8PM) I was tired, disgruntled, and ready to fall into bed. No party for me.
Aside from the frustration inherent in trying to help bro do the whole college application thing (he's all "I don't care/I hate writing essays", I'm all "you're fuckin' smart! apply to more places! you'll get scholarship money") today's been okay. Work's been all right as well. Wednesday was my worse day on the floor...and it started out so well! So, okay, I spent the long cold dark ride in sleepily daydreaming about Paul Gross's mouth (FY-mebbetoomuch-I: I love a subtle overbite. I can watch Mssr Gross say "yes" over and over again) and it's possible that frazzled me enough to make me this close to being a bumbling fool on the floor. Thursday was loads better, even though I ended up with another clinical coach that day. I had the same patients as the day before and most everything went amazingly smooth.
I'm still very tired. I apologize for this entry being more scattered than usual.
Oh! I mailed out cards to the lovely folk who shared their info with me, and got cards from a couple of you folk in return. Holiday cards = sweet!
My license came in the mail Thursday. The folks were psyched, but dad started up with his "you should change your last name" speech again. To be fair, he didn't give me a speech so much as a couple of words. My feeling is, hey, if y'all were too absentminded to remember to change my name after y'all got married there's no reason for me to go about doing it now. All the documentation needed to change my important information/paperwork would be waaaaaaay too difficult. I do have to go about having pops declared as my legal pops (yet ANOTHER thing they neglected to do) sooner or later, though. Craziness.
One more week until Christmas. Time flies indeed.
atraxia's bangin' shindig. Course, things came up - middle bro needed to go to Pleasantville on a football recruiting trip, mom was working, dad came home the night before plastered, so I ended up volunteering my accompaniment services at the very last minute (11:35PM last night). The campus is pretty and quaint, but 42k for tuition + fees + room and board?? Seriously, forty-two THOUSAND DOLLARS? Teh crack, it is strong. Needless to say, the chance of bro going there is slim-to-nil. Things wrapped up around 3:40 and we got dropped up at the local Metro-North station. Blah blah blah we weren't paying attention, we ended up taking the train *further* upstate and ended up in Chappaqua. What a Chappaqua is, I don't know. However, during our hour wait for another NYC-bound train and subsequent tour of the portion of the town closest to the station we learned that Chappaqua was founded by Quakers in 1730. Uhm, yeah. We did some window-shopping, made the obligatory Starbucks stop and then caught the 5:40 train down. By the time I got back to the city (made it to the house by 8PM) I was tired, disgruntled, and ready to fall into bed. No party for me.Aside from the frustration inherent in trying to help bro do the whole college application thing (he's all "I don't care/I hate writing essays", I'm all "you're fuckin' smart! apply to more places! you'll get scholarship money") today's been okay. Work's been all right as well. Wednesday was my worse day on the floor...and it started out so well! So, okay, I spent the long cold dark ride in sleepily daydreaming about Paul Gross's mouth (FY-mebbetoomuch-I: I love a subtle overbite. I can watch Mssr Gross say "yes" over and over again) and it's possible that frazzled me enough to make me this close to being a bumbling fool on the floor. Thursday was loads better, even though I ended up with another clinical coach that day. I had the same patients as the day before and most everything went amazingly smooth.
I'm still very tired. I apologize for this entry being more scattered than usual.
Oh! I mailed out cards to the lovely folk who shared their info with me, and got cards from a couple of you folk in return. Holiday cards = sweet!
My license came in the mail Thursday. The folks were psyched, but dad started up with his "you should change your last name" speech again. To be fair, he didn't give me a speech so much as a couple of words. My feeling is, hey, if y'all were too absentminded to remember to change my name after y'all got married there's no reason for me to go about doing it now. All the documentation needed to change my important information/paperwork would be waaaaaaay too difficult. I do have to go about having pops declared as my legal pops (yet ANOTHER thing they neglected to do) sooner or later, though. Craziness.
One more week until Christmas. Time flies indeed.
