too bad there's no "wary" icon...
grrr. i'm going to be happy when i don't feel like i'm walking on eggshells. liz said that's the trouble with working for a woman. i don't necessarily agree... seema was awesome to work with, and i got the job done just fine. i think prolly since my fellow used to be an attending *and* is fussy makes things difficult right now. she apparently had a bad morning, and came in late. there goes my hopes for an early day today...
i'm in the library right now, looking for the articles she wants. one of them, the librarian is doing me a favor by having the hillside librarian copy and fax over the article so i don't have to run over there and back.
me want OUT. i'm feeling antsy, since although she had said in the beginning that i don't have to know everything and she doesn't expect me to know anything, i still feel like there's disapproval. you know, that "you have been judged and found wanting" feeling. suxors.
one week left, tho. i have lunchroom tickets to burn, and i forgot to ask if the caf is open on weekends. oops.
and on a completely different note... my hair has grown out since my icon photo was taken. it's about three or four inches longer now, and you can *so* see the roots to the red streaks. i've been wondering whether to redye it or dye over it. mom offered me the brown that dad had bought for her by mistake, but for the moment i'm keeping the red. aside from that, mom is still irritated by the fact that my bangs had grown out and now go past my cheekbones. she wants to cut them short. then again, her idea of short is two inches above my eyebrows. :)
i'm in the library right now, looking for the articles she wants. one of them, the librarian is doing me a favor by having the hillside librarian copy and fax over the article so i don't have to run over there and back.
me want OUT. i'm feeling antsy, since although she had said in the beginning that i don't have to know everything and she doesn't expect me to know anything, i still feel like there's disapproval. you know, that "you have been judged and found wanting" feeling. suxors.
one week left, tho. i have lunchroom tickets to burn, and i forgot to ask if the caf is open on weekends. oops.
and on a completely different note... my hair has grown out since my icon photo was taken. it's about three or four inches longer now, and you can *so* see the roots to the red streaks. i've been wondering whether to redye it or dye over it. mom offered me the brown that dad had bought for her by mistake, but for the moment i'm keeping the red. aside from that, mom is still irritated by the fact that my bangs had grown out and now go past my cheekbones. she wants to cut them short. then again, her idea of short is two inches above my eyebrows. :)