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Michael came down this weekend. Friday night, after work, we went to a piano bar and watched one of his friends propose to his lady (she said yes). Then we went down to the Brotherhood for the usual Friday night craziness with D. Then we went to a party at Nikki's house where Michael beer-bong'd one too many. We walked across town home and then enjoyed a slow and sleepy Saturday, Michael more hungover than me. I cooked a ton of breakfast burritos to eat and put the rest in the freezer.
I worked 9 - 3 this morning... my beloved Sunday shift. I get the first hour to myself in the restaurant to prep and listen to my favorite Doctor-Radio talk show. Then I work with the most laid-back friends. I had a lot of fun talking with Joe who acts like a Bro but is surprisingly intuitive and witty. He should lose the image-thing, because he isn't as douchey as he comes across. But... that's just my opinion. He's getting a lot of hot young ass, and I guess for a 21-year-old, that's the goal.
I wore my Vikings jersey because the Super Bowl happened today (the Colts and the Saints duked it out... I just barely know the Vikings, but that's more than I know any other team, so I wore the jersey)... I like the IDEA of football. I like the culture of comradeship, beer, and eating too much. As for strategy of the game... I feel like an idiot. Michael gets it. He's much more into soccer, but understands every detail of American football too. We went to a Superbowl party and it was a lot of fun. I brought a pizza from work that was devoured quickly, despite the smorgasbord of food available. I want to make good with Michael's friends, and I think that's going pretty well. They were all approaching me to talk, which is a good sign in my book.
I should REALLY be doing homework. Tonight I'll write my midterm clinical evaluation. So far, clinical on the med-surg floor has been scary, sad, interesting, tiring, crazy, tedious, inspiring, amusing, disgusting, and rewarding. I feel good about becoming a nurse, even though I'm terrified and intimidated. I know it will all work out in the end. It always does.
I worked 9 - 3 this morning... my beloved Sunday shift. I get the first hour to myself in the restaurant to prep and listen to my favorite Doctor-Radio talk show. Then I work with the most laid-back friends. I had a lot of fun talking with Joe who acts like a Bro but is surprisingly intuitive and witty. He should lose the image-thing, because he isn't as douchey as he comes across. But... that's just my opinion. He's getting a lot of hot young ass, and I guess for a 21-year-old, that's the goal.
I wore my Vikings jersey because the Super Bowl happened today (the Colts and the Saints duked it out... I just barely know the Vikings, but that's more than I know any other team, so I wore the jersey)... I like the IDEA of football. I like the culture of comradeship, beer, and eating too much. As for strategy of the game... I feel like an idiot. Michael gets it. He's much more into soccer, but understands every detail of American football too. We went to a Superbowl party and it was a lot of fun. I brought a pizza from work that was devoured quickly, despite the smorgasbord of food available. I want to make good with Michael's friends, and I think that's going pretty well. They were all approaching me to talk, which is a good sign in my book.
I should REALLY be doing homework. Tonight I'll write my midterm clinical evaluation. So far, clinical on the med-surg floor has been scary, sad, interesting, tiring, crazy, tedious, inspiring, amusing, disgusting, and rewarding. I feel good about becoming a nurse, even though I'm terrified and intimidated. I know it will all work out in the end. It always does.