Passing Remarks
Putting in notice at work was not just a passing remark, but one of the best things I’ve done in a long time. A small hint of what I hope will be the beginning of a new and more hopeful and happy chapter in my life.
I have changed my status at what will now be known as ‘crap work’ to part time. I equate this to when you tell your boyfriend that you just want to be friends, when what you really mean is that you never want to see them again. I am still part time there mostly because I felt guilty about using them for a free refresher class. I’m sure I’ll be over it soon.
Also, at my new job, oh yeah, NEW JOB!!, I am taking a bit of a pay cut, so it may be handy to go and do a shift every once in awhile at crap work. And there are some good people there who I’m happy to have as friends.
I finally have landed a full time spot on a chase car not too far from home. (not the same as my part time job) It’s a 24 hour schedule which is super sweet. But I think the best part is the newly discovered (by me) nearby state park with a huge, huge lake and many miles of mountain bike trails. YAY! Spring can’t come fast enough as I’m looking forward to 7am paddling and pedaling.
I now face a daunting three day hospital orientation this week. Luckily, I still have those novelty glasses with eyes drawn on them which I plan to use freely. I am told that this orientation includes a two hour walking tour of the hospital. Two hours!! I take two hour walking tours of major cities, not community hospitals. I can’t imagine what is in store. “Okay, and on our right is ‘Broom Closet #2’ it’s a little larger than ‘Broom Closet #1’ but not as large as ‘Broom Closet #3.’ It also holds all of the hospitals’ mops.” At this point I will slip out unnoticed through ‘Back Door #1’ which we just learned about and go find a local pub.
Some interesting facts: I have had more opportunity to play beer pong in the last month than I did in my whole college career.
Also, I never noticed that we pronounce the word ‘have’ two different ways:
“I have three dollars in my pocket.” (pronounced 'hav')
“I have to go to the bank!” (pronounced 'haff')
Thank you Bill Bryson.
I have changed my status at what will now be known as ‘crap work’ to part time. I equate this to when you tell your boyfriend that you just want to be friends, when what you really mean is that you never want to see them again. I am still part time there mostly because I felt guilty about using them for a free refresher class. I’m sure I’ll be over it soon.
Also, at my new job, oh yeah, NEW JOB!!, I am taking a bit of a pay cut, so it may be handy to go and do a shift every once in awhile at crap work. And there are some good people there who I’m happy to have as friends.
I finally have landed a full time spot on a chase car not too far from home. (not the same as my part time job) It’s a 24 hour schedule which is super sweet. But I think the best part is the newly discovered (by me) nearby state park with a huge, huge lake and many miles of mountain bike trails. YAY! Spring can’t come fast enough as I’m looking forward to 7am paddling and pedaling.
I now face a daunting three day hospital orientation this week. Luckily, I still have those novelty glasses with eyes drawn on them which I plan to use freely. I am told that this orientation includes a two hour walking tour of the hospital. Two hours!! I take two hour walking tours of major cities, not community hospitals. I can’t imagine what is in store. “Okay, and on our right is ‘Broom Closet #2’ it’s a little larger than ‘Broom Closet #1’ but not as large as ‘Broom Closet #3.’ It also holds all of the hospitals’ mops.” At this point I will slip out unnoticed through ‘Back Door #1’ which we just learned about and go find a local pub.
Some interesting facts: I have had more opportunity to play beer pong in the last month than I did in my whole college career.
Also, I never noticed that we pronounce the word ‘have’ two different ways:
“I have three dollars in my pocket.” (pronounced 'hav')
“I have to go to the bank!” (pronounced 'haff')
Thank you Bill Bryson.
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