it's been a good weekend.
i passed the first portion of my RRT licensing.
i received my work permit in the mail.
i also received my certificate of completion from my school. (with my last name spelled wrong, of course!)
friday night stitch took me dancing at a restaurant that plays "old school" music. the crowd was a funny mix of old people (who didn't care WHAT they looked liked on the dance floor - the most amusing...), vatos, their cholas, and then people who didn't belong to any particular group (that means us.). i have never been taken dancing in a club like that by any significant other, and it was one of the funnest things i have ever done. we were so crazy, we made other people laugh at us. he really knows how to keep up with me. my thighs are still sore. i can go up a couple steep hills on a bike and not miss a step the next day, and yet out dancing for 3 hours and i'm havin trouble goin up the stairs 2 days later. now that's a good workout..
after dancing, we drove to tyler's restaurant. i ordered a spinach, mushroom and sausage omelet, hashbrowns, english muffins, & 2 buttermilk pancakes (they were SO FREAKING GOOD!). the waitress commented on how it was a lot of food, and then stitch says, "i think she's pregnant..." i was so embarrassed because we're all dressed up, it's about 1 or 2 am, and our eyes are bloodshot. yeah, that's me, mom-to-be out in the middle of the night stuffing myself after dancing the night away. just call me britney...
ha ha. then she takes his order - the "steak for 2" plate. with a baked potato, beans, & soup. he bowed his head as i said, "huh. i think he's pregnant..." we ate so much food, the waitress must've thought we were BOTH expecting. no take home boxes were needed.
sleep was deep - waiting on the new study guide materials i've ordered for my next test, the Clinical Simulations Exam for RRT. i might head up north to see grandma and uncle dan for 5 days with the kids this week. i don't know if i'll be able to bring them up there any other time than now. this might be their last time with her. i'm struggling with a sense of urgency to start applying for jobs now that i've got my work permit and giving my kids some time with their great grandma during the last years of her life.
sigh. i wish he could go with us.
maybe next time, when i go by myself for a weekend...
listening to - "moon child" by cibo matto. i really like it. i think i got it from screg. thanks!
Monday, August 20, 2007
Thursday, August 16, 2007
here a hair, there a hair, everywhere a hair hair..
i haven't had a hair cut in almost a year. of course, i pick the day before my test to go out and get a haircut. it was a nice break from studying all morning.
i went to fantastic sam's. it was the only place i could think of at the time.
as usual, the stylist was rude and made a huge fuss over the length, thickness, dryness, and curliness of my hair. she went so far as to pull up the waiting list and call the next 2 people and tell them that she is very sorry, but it is going to take AT LEAST a half hour or MORE to cut my hair.
i offered to wait for the other people and she sighed loudly and said no, she'll take me now. i said i just wanted a trim. nothing fancy. i think my exact words were, "just chop off about 2 inches and i'll be good to go."
i think she started feeling bad, because during the cut she tried to make up for it (i think) by gently chiding me for dying my own hair using drug store purchased hair color. "alicia" asked exactly where i bought my last bottles of color. i said one box was from target, two from rite aid, and one was a black bottle left over from about ten years ago...
she gasped and groaned. it was pretty funny. good thing she didn't lop a chunk of hair off accidentally from shock...
alicia tried to explain why she told the other customers they were going to wait so long - she wanted to make sure she had plenty of time to give me a good cut. yeah, whatever. you just don't to give my "cousin it" mop three times the attention you give to others for the same $16 price. her back-pedaling was terrible. i should refer her to stitch, who has that down pretty good! haha.
i then went two doors down to a beauty supply place. it's run by two sisters. the younger one, sue, is really nice and helpful. she helped me find shampoo and conditioner cheap. i'm going to try and take better care of my hair. the split ends were pretty bad. if anyone wants to check it out, it's in the terra nova shopping center right next to the einstein bagels shop.
sigh. back to work!
i'll post before and after pics later!
listening to: my kettering seminar cd's, of course!! (not! the bee gees...)
i went to fantastic sam's. it was the only place i could think of at the time.
as usual, the stylist was rude and made a huge fuss over the length, thickness, dryness, and curliness of my hair. she went so far as to pull up the waiting list and call the next 2 people and tell them that she is very sorry, but it is going to take AT LEAST a half hour or MORE to cut my hair.
i offered to wait for the other people and she sighed loudly and said no, she'll take me now. i said i just wanted a trim. nothing fancy. i think my exact words were, "just chop off about 2 inches and i'll be good to go."
i think she started feeling bad, because during the cut she tried to make up for it (i think) by gently chiding me for dying my own hair using drug store purchased hair color. "alicia" asked exactly where i bought my last bottles of color. i said one box was from target, two from rite aid, and one was a black bottle left over from about ten years ago...
she gasped and groaned. it was pretty funny. good thing she didn't lop a chunk of hair off accidentally from shock...
alicia tried to explain why she told the other customers they were going to wait so long - she wanted to make sure she had plenty of time to give me a good cut. yeah, whatever. you just don't to give my "cousin it" mop three times the attention you give to others for the same $16 price. her back-pedaling was terrible. i should refer her to stitch, who has that down pretty good! haha.
i then went two doors down to a beauty supply place. it's run by two sisters. the younger one, sue, is really nice and helpful. she helped me find shampoo and conditioner cheap. i'm going to try and take better care of my hair. the split ends were pretty bad. if anyone wants to check it out, it's in the terra nova shopping center right next to the einstein bagels shop.
sigh. back to work!
i'll post before and after pics later!
listening to: my kettering seminar cd's, of course!! (not! the bee gees...)
"Bricka bracka firecracker sis boom bah! Bugs Bunny! Bugs Bunny! RAH RAH RAH!"
tomorrow i take another test, the Written Registry Exam. it's two hours long and one hundred questions. it's the first half of a 2 part test. if i can get my RRT, registered respiratory therapist license, i can apply at Kaiser hospital. i'd really like to work there.
i am so nervous about interviewing. i haven't received my CRT, certified resp. therapist, license in the mail yet. when i do, i can start handing out resumes. the thought of going job hunting petrifies me. i'd rather take another state exam...
why? because i don't like feeling rejected. i have a tendency to "rub people the wrong way". people usually either get me or they don't. i had a falling out with a friend earlier this year. we were on a rotation together, just the two of us. she was all excited because we'd be car pooling and eating lunch together and blah blah blah. well. by the end of the month long rotation, we weren't speaking to each other at all.
one morning she accused me of hogging up all her experience. and then the dam broke. i was also told that since i am "super-smart" i should let other people who "need help" have more opportunities to learn. good freaking grief. there was soo much work to do in this hospital. we were the only two students. all that because the guy she was assigned to for the day pulled me aside during a code and had me draw blood on a patient. once.
anyway. i tend to be pretty open when i express myself. and i worry that my quirkiness is gonna turn off interviewers. with my luck i'll have a sneezing fit in the middle of a sentence.
and i don't like getting dressed up. for some reason, i get diaphoretic when i put on fancy schmancy clothes. i can't walk in heels very well. do you think anyone'll notice if i wear sneakers painted black?
i need a dose of bugs bunny. he is always so together. even when he's on the brink of madness, he's still in his game. i love bugs.
screw it. maybe i'll go on a couple bogus interviews just go get the fucking-up out of the way.
eureka!! that's it!!
i'm going to get all my stuff together, dress up, get my hair did, and apply as a respiratory therapist at all the fast food restaurants in my area!
damn, i am a fountain of good ideas...
now playing, "don't lie" by the Black Eyed Peas
i am so nervous about interviewing. i haven't received my CRT, certified resp. therapist, license in the mail yet. when i do, i can start handing out resumes. the thought of going job hunting petrifies me. i'd rather take another state exam...
why? because i don't like feeling rejected. i have a tendency to "rub people the wrong way". people usually either get me or they don't. i had a falling out with a friend earlier this year. we were on a rotation together, just the two of us. she was all excited because we'd be car pooling and eating lunch together and blah blah blah. well. by the end of the month long rotation, we weren't speaking to each other at all.
one morning she accused me of hogging up all her experience. and then the dam broke. i was also told that since i am "super-smart" i should let other people who "need help" have more opportunities to learn. good freaking grief. there was soo much work to do in this hospital. we were the only two students. all that because the guy she was assigned to for the day pulled me aside during a code and had me draw blood on a patient. once.
anyway. i tend to be pretty open when i express myself. and i worry that my quirkiness is gonna turn off interviewers. with my luck i'll have a sneezing fit in the middle of a sentence.
and i don't like getting dressed up. for some reason, i get diaphoretic when i put on fancy schmancy clothes. i can't walk in heels very well. do you think anyone'll notice if i wear sneakers painted black?
i need a dose of bugs bunny. he is always so together. even when he's on the brink of madness, he's still in his game. i love bugs.
screw it. maybe i'll go on a couple bogus interviews just go get the fucking-up out of the way.
eureka!! that's it!!
i'm going to get all my stuff together, dress up, get my hair did, and apply as a respiratory therapist at all the fast food restaurants in my area!
damn, i am a fountain of good ideas...
now playing, "don't lie" by the Black Eyed Peas
come out, come out, where ever you are...
an ode to the joys of inebriated eye openers!
to the things that i see only bother to acknowledge when i teeter on tipsy...
i froze five lasagnas and about as many batches of enchiladas this evening.
garlic rice and black beans cooking on the stove as we speak...
i'll be damned if i went through a divorce so that my kids can eat premade Costco meals while i work...
seven days with the kids and now they're gone with (voldemort), "he who must not be mentioned", for a week.
no little girls crawling into bed with me in the middle of the night. no 12-yr old boys wondering if he can go on the computer at 7 am. no 10 yr olds sending his little sister to knock on my door asking if big brother can play on the computer first. no laundry pile-ups. no one-dozen-egg-one lb-bacon-one gallon milk breakfasts...
i miss them already.
to the things that i see only bother to acknowledge when i teeter on tipsy...
i froze five lasagnas and about as many batches of enchiladas this evening.
garlic rice and black beans cooking on the stove as we speak...
i'll be damned if i went through a divorce so that my kids can eat premade Costco meals while i work...
seven days with the kids and now they're gone with (voldemort), "he who must not be mentioned", for a week.
no little girls crawling into bed with me in the middle of the night. no 12-yr old boys wondering if he can go on the computer at 7 am. no 10 yr olds sending his little sister to knock on my door asking if big brother can play on the computer first. no laundry pile-ups. no one-dozen-egg-one lb-bacon-one gallon milk breakfasts...
i miss them already.
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