be mindful of things
nooooooooooooooooooo! i have to go to work tomorrow! in a littler over 8 hours i will be plucked from my rightful place in my bed having dreams where i lead filibusters effectively and promote the right kind of judicial activism; and instead be transplanted into the fourth floor of a building of drab modern-architecture blase design (in a world where even post-modern architecture is blase). and for what all-important profession? none other than medical records. i haven't worked in medical records since i worked at south shore hospital almost two years ago, but needless to say i hate it with a passion. something about being a beaurocrat and saying 'no' to people. sick people in particular, who have every right to their medical records. i mean, you go down to the hospital, take your x-rays or whatnot and you PAY for them, so why the hell can't you walk up to the smelly medical records office and take your records out? why should it take 2 weeks to get them if it takes about 5 minutes to xerox them? if the 'medical-industrial complex' has learned anything since the 1990's with HMO's and whatnot, is that being the gatekeeper between the people and healthcare always results in a backlash. we need hospital reform, to change into something that's not a business that thrives off personal injury and illness.
but anyway, that's my beef with hospitals. i'll still work at them, because i find them fascinating frankly. there's a strong human element in them. that's why i believe they can be fixed.
on a lighter note, i'm having a case of the 'morning after's because i took acid yesterday and it's got me confused in all sorts of ways. it's got me wondering stuff like-'am i too old to be doing stuff like this'. not that there's a right or wrong age number to do it, but rather with respect to individual state of mind and maturity. and i'm wondering what exactly it is that feel when i'm on it and how important it is to explore these altered states of consciousness and perspective. and most of all it makes me think how awkward it is sometimes to do that kind of stuff in front of a lot of people. i really had to grab for words and struggle to make coherent sentences and the amount of people packed into my room was overwhelming at times, but there were a lot of laughs too and i did have a good time. but it just lasts soooo long, like 6 hours long and then you're too wired to go to sleep. crazyness. i need more time to think about it.
today, pretty much as soon as i got up, i went to deli lane for breakfast/lunch with daniel and mike. pretty good eats after practically a whole day of not eating. i went and bought another plastic retainer for my eyebrow ring since i need one for work. it's part of my back to work checklist. my bike lock is mysteriously gone and i plead with anyone that took it that's it no good without the key. so it's senseless and marginally malicious for someone to steal it simply to deprive me of it.
throughout the night, a lot of people brought up the fact that we (the 8441 boys) are moving out in less than two months. to which i believe every time it was mentioned our smiles dropped into long, somewhat sad faces. it will be a change for all of us and i'm sure it'll be a change for some of our most frequent guests. but we'll persevere, because we're people.
but anyway, that's my beef with hospitals. i'll still work at them, because i find them fascinating frankly. there's a strong human element in them. that's why i believe they can be fixed.
on a lighter note, i'm having a case of the 'morning after's because i took acid yesterday and it's got me confused in all sorts of ways. it's got me wondering stuff like-'am i too old to be doing stuff like this'. not that there's a right or wrong age number to do it, but rather with respect to individual state of mind and maturity. and i'm wondering what exactly it is that feel when i'm on it and how important it is to explore these altered states of consciousness and perspective. and most of all it makes me think how awkward it is sometimes to do that kind of stuff in front of a lot of people. i really had to grab for words and struggle to make coherent sentences and the amount of people packed into my room was overwhelming at times, but there were a lot of laughs too and i did have a good time. but it just lasts soooo long, like 6 hours long and then you're too wired to go to sleep. crazyness. i need more time to think about it.
today, pretty much as soon as i got up, i went to deli lane for breakfast/lunch with daniel and mike. pretty good eats after practically a whole day of not eating. i went and bought another plastic retainer for my eyebrow ring since i need one for work. it's part of my back to work checklist. my bike lock is mysteriously gone and i plead with anyone that took it that's it no good without the key. so it's senseless and marginally malicious for someone to steal it simply to deprive me of it.
throughout the night, a lot of people brought up the fact that we (the 8441 boys) are moving out in less than two months. to which i believe every time it was mentioned our smiles dropped into long, somewhat sad faces. it will be a change for all of us and i'm sure it'll be a change for some of our most frequent guests. but we'll persevere, because we're people.