First Day of Work

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It's Official

As of 3:14PM PST today, I have been offered a position to be an employee for the Washington Department of Health.

El Día de Crap

Today sucked. To preface, the previous week has been really good. I think today had to be bad to balance everything out. So I got out of bed not feeling too great and I decided . . . well, since I don't have to go anywhere, I won't. I was going to lounge around the house, get a few projects done, and have fun. So I call into work to tell them I was going to come in tomorrow instead of today since my schedule is flexible. Apparently they were having a mini-birthday bash for someone there and since I knew him I figured I'd join in. Apparently, I shouldn't have. So I get ready and stop by Albertson’s to get some ice cream. I mean after all, we all know that ice cream is the cure to all ailments, right? Sure! So I get some ice cream and go to work. I encounter the person whose birthday we were going to celebrate and we discussed male PMS. It is true, it does exist. Then my advisor/boss came in and I told him I was having a crappy day and he joined the male PMS conversation. He said that instead of male PMS we should call it MMDD, Manly Man Dysphoric Disorder. Sounded good to me, so today I'm suffering from MMDD. After discussing it further I went upstairs to play with a project I've been working on for nearly a month . . . and I destroyed a key piece that I don't know how to fix. That's fine, I figure I can play with it more tomorrow. So I work for a few hours trying not to touch anything for fear that it will explode. So . . . after this avoidance procedure I go downstairs again, read an article on C.S. Lewis and go to see if the 'treats' for the mini-birthday bash had arrived. Apparently not. I talked to the mini party throwers and they were going to be busy seeing clients so I decided to take my ice cream and go home. No ice cream for them. While driving home I am waiting at a stop light. It turns green and I start to drive when . . . this stupid, idiotic, big blond haired (not a big idiot with blond hair, an idiot with BIG blond hair), huge car driving woman drives speeds the red light. I had to slam on my breaks to avoid her . . . and made it home . . . when the car ran out of gas. So I ate some food which exploded all over the microwave despite having used a paper towel to cover it, and continued having a miserable day. Fortunately in the end I called a friend, filled up the gas tank, went over to his place and spent an hour blowing the heads off of zombies with a shotgun. It was great! Killing zombies and ice cream, the cure to all ailments, I tell ya. Oh . . . and we did have the ice cream. I had two bowls. And now I'm home. I'm not going to take a shower for fear the hot water won't work and I won't use my electric blanket because if I do it will probably electrocute me in my sleep. But if it does . . . at least that means that tomorrow will be better, right?

Oh . . . and here I am as an M&M.

the Rain, Rain, Rain Came Down, Down Down...

You know, things have been going pretty well. I've had to wake up earlier than normal (8 or 9 AM . . . heaven forbid) but aside from that, this has really been a good week. I hung out with my roommate and his girlfriend for a night, spent some worthwhile time doing projects for my fellowship at school, watching a few movies, and today I had a job interview. It went very well and I am very happy. If everything works out this should take care of my financial concern (note: concern. It is not a dilemma nor a problem yet, just a slight concern). So now I'm back, I've worked enough for the week and I'm still a bit tired because I got up early for the interview.

Also, I haven't had any back problems since before I left for Christmas so that is a very good sign too. And FINALLY it started raining again. For someone who hates the rain, that really tells you how I was enjoying the weather. So basically, things are really going well, and I'm quite happy.

I'll keep you posted about the job.

Grade Update

Well, this is not to show off or brag, it is simply an update for those at home who are wondering how I did for my first semester. I did not doctor it in any sense, I just shrunk it so only the important parts are showing.



And yes, I am excited about it.

Yet Again

So last night it snowed 1/8 of an inch. So I check the school website. The update as of 6:00am states that school is open. Great, I think. Then I'll be able to go to my job and work for a few hours. So I shower, get ready, grab breakfast and head to work. I walk inside the building and the clinic is dark.

So . . . the snow has completely melted from the streets and . . . the clinic is closed. Lovely.

On the bright side . . . at least I get another day off to try and keep my mind occupied so it is not entirely bored. Real World Denver, here I come!!!

Changes?

Well, I was wondering so I figured I'd do a test to see if there was a difference between the old year and the new. The picture on the left was taken in 2006 and the one on the right in 2007.