I really should put a jumper on
I have officially finished, and received my letter yesterday announcing I am officially a speech pathologist. Amazing. Im sooooo glad that my masters is done and dusted, and I will never have to sit another exam again. Ohhh yeaah. I have my first job interview on Monday, down at Sale. I quite like the look of that job, and it would be nice and cheap to live down there, and nice and close to some awesome places to camp, swim, and generally explore the high country and the lakes district.
I saw my ENT yesterday who confirmed my vocal folds are still looking healthy, with no sign of recurrence of my dreaded granulomas. I hate having the endoscopy -- they squirt a whole heap of foul tasting sour anaesthetic into your nose and invite you to sniff it up so that it coats your nasal passages, your throat and your upper airway. Then they insert a long fibroscopic thingy into your nostril, and guide it down your throat until it is just above your vocal folds. Tres uncomfortable, in spite of the anaesthetic. Then they expect you to speak, sing, make ahhh noises etc so they can look at your folds working. Just for fun, you get to be semi numb for the rest of the day, and to enjoy the flavour of the goo for the next three hours.
I had a horrible night at work last night. Phillip Genty's new work is really cool, full of optical illusions and richly layered meaning. The opening night crowd tho were beyond painful -- a combination of celebrities, people who think they are celebrities, critics, "upstairs" staff from the arts centre, and 600 arts/performing arts students, largely from the VCA and Melbourne I think, -- all of whom were there on free tickets. The students acted like fucktards, sitting wherever the hell they liked, and then actually refusing to move when I wanted to put someone who - god forbid- actually PAID for their ticket, in the seats they were entitled to. The upstairs crowd treated the ushers like slaves, and the celebrites expected us to know who they were and treat them like gods. Aaaaaghhhh! I got really pissed off at them all, and then was really anxious throughout the show because anger makes me anxious. I came home with a powerful desire to "KILL THEM ALL> KILL THEM NOW"
Amazingly, my scales tell me this morning that I have lost about 3 kgs in the last couple of weeks. And here I was expecting to have stacked weight on! Maybe they are having an off day.
I have decided that today I must finally clean up my study. MUST.
I saw my ENT yesterday who confirmed my vocal folds are still looking healthy, with no sign of recurrence of my dreaded granulomas. I hate having the endoscopy -- they squirt a whole heap of foul tasting sour anaesthetic into your nose and invite you to sniff it up so that it coats your nasal passages, your throat and your upper airway. Then they insert a long fibroscopic thingy into your nostril, and guide it down your throat until it is just above your vocal folds. Tres uncomfortable, in spite of the anaesthetic. Then they expect you to speak, sing, make ahhh noises etc so they can look at your folds working. Just for fun, you get to be semi numb for the rest of the day, and to enjoy the flavour of the goo for the next three hours.
I had a horrible night at work last night. Phillip Genty's new work is really cool, full of optical illusions and richly layered meaning. The opening night crowd tho were beyond painful -- a combination of celebrities, people who think they are celebrities, critics, "upstairs" staff from the arts centre, and 600 arts/performing arts students, largely from the VCA and Melbourne I think, -- all of whom were there on free tickets. The students acted like fucktards, sitting wherever the hell they liked, and then actually refusing to move when I wanted to put someone who - god forbid- actually PAID for their ticket, in the seats they were entitled to. The upstairs crowd treated the ushers like slaves, and the celebrites expected us to know who they were and treat them like gods. Aaaaaghhhh! I got really pissed off at them all, and then was really anxious throughout the show because anger makes me anxious. I came home with a powerful desire to "KILL THEM ALL> KILL THEM NOW"
Amazingly, my scales tell me this morning that I have lost about 3 kgs in the last couple of weeks. And here I was expecting to have stacked weight on! Maybe they are having an off day.
I have decided that today I must finally clean up my study. MUST.