happenings!

• Big smoothie for dinner. I'm thirsty, not hungry. Blueberries, strawberries, peaches, a fig, a huge handful of spinach, and cranberry juice. So refreshing. But now I have that sloshy "drank too much" belly.
  

• Interview tomorrow! It's 30 minutes after I finish rotations for the day and I'm slightly worried that I'll be rushed. It's very close by, though, so I think it will be ok.

• Blood pressure taking party tomorrow! I have 3 cuffs to finish (120 readings) by Friday. So everyone's invited over. Bring your friends! 6pm! There will be pizza!
  

• Can I BE any more tired? Akhtar so awesomely posted on my fb wall today... 37 days!
  

Privacy

It occurred to me that it would probably be a good idea to make this blog private for a couple of months while I'm applying for jobs and such.

I tried googling my name in various combinations with key words that I think potential employers might use, and nothing came up.

Still, I'm going to be on the safe side.
If I don't have your email address, send it to me and I'll add it to the "safe" list. If you leave it in a comment I'll delete it as soon as I get it so your email address isn't hanging out for the world to see.

I'm totally excited to be applying for jobs. Not that I expect to get an offer right away, but still. It's like it's real now. I'm going to be a grown up with a real career!

*dances*

list-makers anonymous

Hello, my name is jacobithegreat and I am a list-maker.



I know it might not look like it, but lists make me organized. Or maybe they just make me feel organized.

Without lists, I forget what I went to the grocery store to get



or what I had to do this weekend, or what was due today

Or what projects I want to do once I get freeeee time.



When I'm trying to fall asleep and The Worries take hold and all of the things I have to do are running through my mind, I write them down on a list.


Then, I won't forget and my mind is free to think about other things. Like protein electrophoresis. I cleared off my desk today and had plenty of room to spread out and study the chemistry portion of my big ass review binder. *Sigh* crappy Saturday. 41 days are going to go by so quickly.



I am also a stack-maker, but that might be a post for another day...

I'm curious to hear about other people's "organization" quirks.

job-age

Our program director just emailed us about some microbiology positions that are open.

First on my list this weekend: Finish my resume. I'm definitely applying.

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Look! How cute!

boomchicka

I could go to sleep right now (actually about 2 hours ago) and sleep allll night and not want to wake up in the morning.

I did the dishes only because they were overflowing out of the sink. Then I made pizza and created more dishes. *sigh*

I pulled up a carrot to see if they were even growing, and look!

It's so tiny, but at least they're not dried up and dead... yet. The onions are still up in the air but I read that when the top stalks dry up the onions are mature. One is starting to dry up so I'll probably get curious enough soon and pull it up.

Got a compliment yesterday. I was talking to one of the people that works in the micro lab. She actually graduated two years ago from the same program. She said that all the techs are very impressed with how good we are, and our enthusiasm.
Hellz yeah. And I never thought I'd say this, but I think I'd like to work in a micro lab. Once you're exposed to it, things start to click and sink in. It's actually really cool being able to look at a plate covered with normal flora and pick out the pathogen by how it looks.

And sometimes by how it smells. Pseudomonas aeruginosa smells like grape or tortilla. Yes, it can smell like both and it can really hit you when you open the plate. Proteus mirabilis swarms the plate and looks really cool. Haemophilus smells like ass. Not really, but it has a distinctive smell that is pretty nasty. Strep pneumo is small, and kinda caves in at the center. Eikenella smells like bleach (or semen, according to one tech lol).

I just totally went off on a micro tangent.

I have to wait for the hot water heater to do it's thing before I take a shower because I used it all up doing dishes...

gah!

So Chris' mom just got me all worked up into an excited/nervous state and I'm all riled up.
It was kinda like one of those "If you give a mouse a cookie" things.

First she was all, "Southwest is having a sale and we should buy our plane tickets for his marine bootcamp graduation." (which is apparently a really big deal)

So that got me thinking about when finals are. And also thinking about how exciting it's going to be to see Chris again. And be in freaking San Diego <3.

So I checked our class schedule online. Of course finals are the Monday after the weekend of his graduation. And of course if I go I'll have to miss a day of final reviews. And not study that much for the finals- OR find time to study before that weekend, with all of our other stuff going on.

Finals got me thinking about my "worry list" which consists of finishing the management course, preparing my resume (INTIMIDATING) and applying for jobs, finishing my research project, and studying for and taking the certification exam.

Which got me thinking about how much I wanted the summer to fly by and all of a sudden there's just over a month left and there's so much to do!
Ack!

OhmygoshI'm EXCITED!

But holy shit I'm scared!

Excited!Scared!Excited!Scared!Excited!

I can't take it!

my temple

I must have eaten something that my body did not like, because today it was all, "YOU SHALL BE PUNISHED" and I was like, "Owwwww" and various other forms of non-liking-age that I will spare you.

I think it's because after the 5th snicker's ice cream bar this weekend my brain made me stop even though my body thought they were so delicious and my stomach wasn't hurting at all. Now maybe my body's revolting over the healthy stuff I'm feeding it.

But I had to- I noticed the other day driving in the car that my stomach roll was sweating and popping out over my scrubs... and I still can't button my jeans.

That, and when I wore shorts this weekend my crotch tried to eat them. Sweaty, humid, riding up shorts. I was in Academy trying to do the "discreet pull the shorts out of my crotch" dance.

I know you know what I mean.

Things just don't fit right anymore and it's not fun and extremely uncomfortable. And I can't afford new clothes!

Time to hit the gym, cut back on the junk food, and tone up a little.