My fascinating life
Jan. 26th, 2007 08:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fredericksI've managed to procrastinate through the entire night! And I'm not even in school at the moment. Go, me!(...?)
Did more interviews for school and, per usual, I'm dragging my feet writing up my recommendations. The last one ended with a kid outting himself to me and then asking me if it'd be an "issue" on campus. Hel-lllllo, Providence! Gay major! Rainbow flags and frackin' pink triangles everywhere you turn! I had to stammer my way through variations of "no" (I stopped at "no" initially but he kept the goddamn "tell me more" expression on his face and then my mouth -had- to keep going), as he stared and ended up apologizing for "making me uncomfortable". *sigh* And I felt like a shit, but, dude? Ask me how it is being a black vaguely heterosexual female on campus, as I'm not so familiar with being an East Asian homosexual male. My recs boil down to "no, no, no, a thousand times no" anyway, so there.
::headdesk::
Worked the night before, and it was rough. There were only four nurses so we each ended up with ten patients. The godsend was that my preceptor and I didn't have the undermedicated alcoholic going through withdrawal. Even with two people to split the load our patients were tough enough. And my preceptor is cool (a new one, as I'm on nights), but she's very anal - things must be done her way to be right - and I'd be worried about getting shafted with my training (she's yet to let me carry a full patient load solo) if I didn't know that she's trained another nurse whom I admire so...*shrug*. The lack of sleep got to me, though; when I came in yesterday I went to bed with the intention of getting up to cook dinner, maybe getting my hair done as well. My alarm went off around 4PM, but I was so disoriented and out-of-it that I first thought I was late to work (I staggered out of bed, weaving drunkenly around the room while muttering "shit!" in a loud voice) and then flopped back onto the bed and chalked the entire evening up as a loss. I ended up waking up again around 8:30PM, but not before having a dream in which Neil Gaiman, Alan Moore and I were sitting on my bed writing (I'd picked up the first issue of Tom Strong to read as restroom material before heading to bed the first time, and that's no doubt where that episode sprang from). On waking I putted around with my brothers before half-heartedly taking stabs at making the recs somewhat presentable. 1.5 down, 2.5 to go.
::headdesk::
Randomly - something I've noticed? Television sucks. I mean, seriously. The only thing I really watch on TV anymore is Heroes. What the hell, TV execs? It's broke; fix it! Ninja Lemurs of DoomTM will be unleashed.
Two nights off after tonight's shift. Hope to On High that things are peaceful.
Did more interviews for school and, per usual, I'm dragging my feet writing up my recommendations. The last one ended with a kid outting himself to me and then asking me if it'd be an "issue" on campus. Hel-lllllo, Providence! Gay major! Rainbow flags and frackin' pink triangles everywhere you turn! I had to stammer my way through variations of "no" (I stopped at "no" initially but he kept the goddamn "tell me more" expression on his face and then my mouth -had- to keep going), as he stared and ended up apologizing for "making me uncomfortable". *sigh* And I felt like a shit, but, dude? Ask me how it is being a black vaguely heterosexual female on campus, as I'm not so familiar with being an East Asian homosexual male. My recs boil down to "no, no, no, a thousand times no" anyway, so there.
::headdesk::
Worked the night before, and it was rough. There were only four nurses so we each ended up with ten patients. The godsend was that my preceptor and I didn't have the undermedicated alcoholic going through withdrawal. Even with two people to split the load our patients were tough enough. And my preceptor is cool (a new one, as I'm on nights), but she's very anal - things must be done her way to be right - and I'd be worried about getting shafted with my training (she's yet to let me carry a full patient load solo) if I didn't know that she's trained another nurse whom I admire so...*shrug*. The lack of sleep got to me, though; when I came in yesterday I went to bed with the intention of getting up to cook dinner, maybe getting my hair done as well. My alarm went off around 4PM, but I was so disoriented and out-of-it that I first thought I was late to work (I staggered out of bed, weaving drunkenly around the room while muttering "shit!" in a loud voice) and then flopped back onto the bed and chalked the entire evening up as a loss. I ended up waking up again around 8:30PM, but not before having a dream in which Neil Gaiman, Alan Moore and I were sitting on my bed writing (I'd picked up the first issue of Tom Strong to read as restroom material before heading to bed the first time, and that's no doubt where that episode sprang from). On waking I putted around with my brothers before half-heartedly taking stabs at making the recs somewhat presentable. 1.5 down, 2.5 to go.
::headdesk::
Randomly - something I've noticed? Television sucks. I mean, seriously. The only thing I really watch on TV anymore is Heroes. What the hell, TV execs? It's broke; fix it! Ninja Lemurs of DoomTM will be unleashed.
Two nights off after tonight's shift. Hope to On High that things are peaceful.
