fish nor fowl and boxes of crayons
i have the 2nd day of my weekend.
and today i am of the opinion that life in The L Word is scary purely on the premise that life can go to hell at pretty staggering speed. I mean, at the start of the episode everything is hunky dory then in the space of 40 minutes we have tears, tantrums, bawling, something involving vampires (???), lies, accusations, confessions and more tears.
all punctuated with very evocative and emotive sex.
and i want a pool in my backyard.
but i have to return to work tomorrow for 3 days of work.
then i get the normal weekend off.
but it's just the idea of returning to that place. y'know? it just feels like the biggest burden on my shoulders to the point where i'm starting to consider another career.
which is a shame cos i really like this one.
and it's taken me a long time to get here let me tell you.
it just seems that everyone is feeling the stress and no one's really enjoying their work. not just nurses but ALL surgeons. Usually it's only General but now it's Orthopaedics and Plastics too. People seem really scratchy. to the point where i have thrown up my arms at one point last week and declared to the heavens "Fuck this shit! just kill them all and let G-d sort them out!!".
not least of all is the opinion held by some in power that my post-op situation is described as a 'lifestyle choice' or a 'situation'.
and what situation is that?
my religion? my support of the Steelers? my choice to dance like a nut when P!nk comes on the radio?
i say this cos i get more grief over my 'situation' in work than i do out of it.
I know why this is of course, that the people in work knew me as i was transitioning. and now their little 3D brains can't handle the sexual equivalent to the digital switchover.
I see in 4D by the way guys, sorry about that?
too pretentious? fuck it.
This is why work, or more specifically my work right now is becoming a real millstone hanging around my neck.
did i tell you there was recently a vacancy at Guys & Tommys advertising for Band 5 scrub nurses for their new orthopaedic suite? I didn't apply for it cos I still need the 2nd part of this Peri-operative practitioner course which i hope to do in January. i guess i'm gonna have to stick it out til then.
On another note I bought a steelers jacket back in February following their SuperBowl win. It finally arrived last week and it's a Mens Medium so it AB-SO-LUTLY drowns me, and the zip's on the wrong side too.
i feel like a prom queen wearing her boyfriend's letter jacket in it. I won't wear it to work cos the people there won't get it, but it's soooooo cool!!!!
i was gonna give a pic of it but i don't think i have the right audience here either. but it will be worn purely to justify the price tag.
and the box of crayons reference was to that saying at how different crayons are. Some are long, some are short, some are sharp and some are blunt. All are different colours but they all live quite happily in the same tin.
Or do they? Crayon politics indeed
and today i am of the opinion that life in The L Word is scary purely on the premise that life can go to hell at pretty staggering speed. I mean, at the start of the episode everything is hunky dory then in the space of 40 minutes we have tears, tantrums, bawling, something involving vampires (???), lies, accusations, confessions and more tears.
all punctuated with very evocative and emotive sex.
and i want a pool in my backyard.
but i have to return to work tomorrow for 3 days of work.
then i get the normal weekend off.
but it's just the idea of returning to that place. y'know? it just feels like the biggest burden on my shoulders to the point where i'm starting to consider another career.
which is a shame cos i really like this one.
and it's taken me a long time to get here let me tell you.
it just seems that everyone is feeling the stress and no one's really enjoying their work. not just nurses but ALL surgeons. Usually it's only General but now it's Orthopaedics and Plastics too. People seem really scratchy. to the point where i have thrown up my arms at one point last week and declared to the heavens "Fuck this shit! just kill them all and let G-d sort them out!!".
not least of all is the opinion held by some in power that my post-op situation is described as a 'lifestyle choice' or a 'situation'.
and what situation is that?
my religion? my support of the Steelers? my choice to dance like a nut when P!nk comes on the radio?
i say this cos i get more grief over my 'situation' in work than i do out of it.
I know why this is of course, that the people in work knew me as i was transitioning. and now their little 3D brains can't handle the sexual equivalent to the digital switchover.
I see in 4D by the way guys, sorry about that?
too pretentious? fuck it.
This is why work, or more specifically my work right now is becoming a real millstone hanging around my neck.
did i tell you there was recently a vacancy at Guys & Tommys advertising for Band 5 scrub nurses for their new orthopaedic suite? I didn't apply for it cos I still need the 2nd part of this Peri-operative practitioner course which i hope to do in January. i guess i'm gonna have to stick it out til then.
On another note I bought a steelers jacket back in February following their SuperBowl win. It finally arrived last week and it's a Mens Medium so it AB-SO-LUTLY drowns me, and the zip's on the wrong side too.
i feel like a prom queen wearing her boyfriend's letter jacket in it. I won't wear it to work cos the people there won't get it, but it's soooooo cool!!!!
i was gonna give a pic of it but i don't think i have the right audience here either. but it will be worn purely to justify the price tag.
and the box of crayons reference was to that saying at how different crayons are. Some are long, some are short, some are sharp and some are blunt. All are different colours but they all live quite happily in the same tin.
Or do they? Crayon politics indeed