I'm going on an interview tomorrow (well, in about 4 hours actually). The hospital is about 15 miles from home, but when home is Nestlewood, which is on the back 40 of everywhere, 15 miles is "just next door".
The thing is, I have to take another 3 hour test. People. Did I or did I not just graduate Cum Laude with a freakin' degree? Why must I keep taking all these tests? I want to work in the Medical Records department of a hospital. Medical. Records. I will save no lives, the fate of the world will not rest on my shoulders. WTF with all these tests? And? And!! I have a national board exam scheduled for August 11, as if I didn't have enough tests to worry about!
Oh, law! You know what else? Sure, I am an insomniac, but now Huck is too. It's 3AM and I'm piddling at the computer, hoping I will get sleepy sometime in the near future, and I hear the pitter patter of his feet. He woke up and came to my room to crawl in the bed with me and couldn't find me. Understand, now, Lina and Pebbles (my dog) were already in my bed, having awakened to find Mama. Chris works 3rd shift, so I called him while he was at work and started the conversation with "why do I have to keep taking these freakin' tests?" To which he replied "Honey-darlin-sweetie-love. It's 3 in the morning." And then the phone rang in his department and he had to go and save someone's life, so I was on my own.
Oh, wait, I'm not on my own. Huck just came to me and said that he will just watch TV until I come back to bed. My reply? "Okay, just not Adult Swim", which he says is hilarious...Did I mention it's 3AM?
The whole reason I woke up in the first place is because I was dreaming of serial killers who knocked on doors in the middle of the night. Whoever answered was their next victim. Unfortunately, I and an intern from the TV show "ER" (which I haven't watched since Dr. Greene died) answered the door and were naive enough to go with them when they said they needed help. Then the killers proceeded to paint our faces with some sort of plaster medium to preserve them as death masks.
And I'm having a hot flash. The area under my boobs is soaked, as is my scalp. And my crotch, and my nightgown, for that matter.
6 comments:
You will do great. Remember Cum Laude? Yes it blows, but WTF? Remember that all jobs are basically bullshit piled on bullshit. This test will just be the beginning of the BS.
Good luck on the test!!
Oh, and that last bit...TMI!!! ;)
I would have totally sent the kids back to bed and not let them stay up watching tv at 3 am. I'm twitching just thinking about it. If I'm having an insomnia night, I don't want to be bothered with other people.
You will do fine on the tests. They will just be a pita to get out of the way.
Damn, AZ.
You sure know how to make a girl grateful she sleeps at night.
Don't you just hate being sweaty in all the wrong places?
(Or in all the right places...but for the wrong reasons, as the case may be.)
I couldn't sleep last night either. Gracie and Penny woke me up six different times with their loud barking. Something spooked them. It didn't help that I had watched "Psychic Kids" last night.
Wow...there's a heap of stuff going on at your house at 3 in the morning!
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