Thank God I'm Not the Only One Stuck at Home Studying
Katrina, you make me feel better about my current condition.
I worked at an ER for a bit last year as a scribe, which meant I got to follow a doctor around for 8 or 10 hours with a tablet PC and take notes. It was pretty much the coolest job ever, but I got a grant to go to Ireland for a couple months, so I had to quit. On my first ever night shift, I started to phase out around 3 or 4 am. Luckily, it was slow and the doc I was working with was really chill, so he let me proofread my charting while watching really scary movies on the scifi channel, which was the only thing keeping me awake at that point (there reaches a point where coffee just doesn’t cut it).
I asked him how he manages to work overnight shifts on nights that are mind-numbingly slow like that (it doesn’t happen too often, but when it does, it’s torture), his answer to me was speed. He said it without even a hint that he was joking. I said, “you’re kidding, right?” He didn’t even smile; he just warned me that maybe I shouldn’t tell medical schools that when I go in for interviews.
He was a strange guy. I really miss that job.
Right now, I’m at home finishing my paper on the project I did in Ireland, and while Ireland was incredible, I kinda wish I would have just kept my job in the ER and not gone to Ireland so that I could be there right now, instead of here. I know I have my entire lifetime to hang out in hospitals, and Ireland was a once in a lifetime opportunity, or whatever, but I’m having a severe case of anywhere-but-here syndrome, comorbid with a fair amount of senioritis.
And I may or may not have spent about three hours over the last couple of days updating my tumblr theme and figuring out how to add tags (I am seriously html-challenged), but that’s okay.
I have really great music, and am enjoying spontaneous private dance moments in my living room, so it could be worse. I mean, yeah, sure, all my friends are out at our university’s annual sun god festival, which is just about the only time half the campus emerges from the library and decides to act like normal college kids, but whatever.
The Kills are currently playing in my living room, just for me, so life is good.