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Nov. 7th, 2008 09:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fredericksI have to work this weekend, and I am dragging like my shocks are shot but good. I really like my job most of the time, but we have this Ike/Tina dynamic going on at the moment that's so not healthy. After finishing up my charting this evening I initiated my first "new job" search (y'all know what I'm talking about). Half-heartedly, yes, but it was the first one since beginning this gig. Five months in and I only just did a job search; new record for me. I need something sweet, but we're all out. Damn it. Not even any hot chocolate hanging around. We need a S'bucks in the 'hood, stat.
I visited one patient this evening, a gent with an injury on his arm deep enough to merit a skin graft. The graft is in the process of failing spectacularly, and the tissue that was placed in the wound has that sickly-sweet odor that only decaying flesh can produce...I swear the smell stayed in my olfactory buds for at least a good half-hour after leaving his house. Either that or zombies are risen in the city and I'm completely oblivious.
Heh - "Cenac Attack". Gets me every time.
I win at NaNo. Really, though. Thank God I didn't sign up for Yule because, yeah. I keep saying I'm going to knock out 15k words on my days off (Tuesday and Wednesday). We'll see what happens.
"Shadow's Return" is being toted around in my workbag. I am going to read it, heart's promise. I even placed a Post-It pad inside the cover so I can highlight my snark without ruining the Cap'n's book (God forbid I actually end up having to purchase one to pay her back). It's like setting myself up for punishment and I'm so fatigued at the moment I think there's only so much I can take. But I'm not going to start this month's book club book before wrapping up the Flewelling's bit of Nobel-worthy fanfic.
Gah. SF needs to come a whole lot faster, plz thnx.
I visited one patient this evening, a gent with an injury on his arm deep enough to merit a skin graft. The graft is in the process of failing spectacularly, and the tissue that was placed in the wound has that sickly-sweet odor that only decaying flesh can produce...I swear the smell stayed in my olfactory buds for at least a good half-hour after leaving his house. Either that or zombies are risen in the city and I'm completely oblivious.
Heh - "Cenac Attack". Gets me every time.
I win at NaNo. Really, though. Thank God I didn't sign up for Yule because, yeah. I keep saying I'm going to knock out 15k words on my days off (Tuesday and Wednesday). We'll see what happens.
"Shadow's Return" is being toted around in my workbag. I am going to read it, heart's promise. I even placed a Post-It pad inside the cover so I can highlight my snark without ruining the Cap'n's book (God forbid I actually end up having to purchase one to pay her back). It's like setting myself up for punishment and I'm so fatigued at the moment I think there's only so much I can take. But I'm not going to start this month's book club book before wrapping up the Flewelling's bit of Nobel-worthy fanfic.
Gah. SF needs to come a whole lot faster, plz thnx.
