Of Business, Boyfriends, and Blue Shells of Death
So for the past few months I've been working as an assistant in an animal hospital up in Williamsburg. It's been good work, but I've mainly been working in the kennel and grooming as opposed to doing the treatment-type things that I really want to learn before I hit vet school. Anyway, I just found out yesterday that I got promoted to veterinary technician assistant-- meaning I'll be doing solely treatment things from now on. =D I'll get to draw blood, gives vaccines, administer drugs; basically I'm a puppy nurse! It's a promotion that usually takes assistants three years to earn and I got in just under six months. Not only does it include much more interesting work, there's also a pay increase, and-- thank God-- I get my weekends off.
I don't normally mind working weekends. A few months ago I actually volunteered to be the designated weekend girl, since I didn't have children I could only see on the weekends, as some of my co-workers do. These days, however, I'm finding that having weekends off is pretty much a requirement. Why?
Jason is why. ^__^
Without going into an estrogen-fueled bubbly rant (Mom and Julie have been subjected to enough of them), Jason is my new boyfriend who is wonderful in numerous and myriad ways. The only real hangup that I'm aware of is that he lives in North Carolina. The area he's in is near my cousins, so I'm familiar with it and it's easily drivable, but a certain amount of time constraint and travel planning goes into visits. I've gone to see him a couple of times, and he's coming up here this weekend (meeting the parents *knocks on wood, crosses self, and tosses salt over her shoulder for good measure*).
As if working full time and seeing The Boy on the weekends wasn't enough to take up my time, I'm also taking night classes starting August 25. Since my degree was in Psychology, I don't quite have all of my prereqs for vet school yet, so I'm trying to knock those out.
I feel like I've done a complete 180 from where I was a year ago. I was completely stalled, and now it feels like I've kicked into overdrive. Everything seems to be going so well... and I guess that's freaking me out a bit. As I was telling Jason, things are going TOO well. I'm waiting for the Blue Shell of Death.
For those of you not versed in MarioKart, the Blue Shell of Death is an attack that is completely unavoidable and locks on to whoever is in first place. It's a wonderful game mechanic-- if someone has too much of a lucky start or whatever, you can fuck them up to even things out.
I haven't started my physics class yet, but I'll steal a page anyway: I feel like right now, all of my "Good" (karma, luck, whatever) has been converted into kinetic energy. Things are moving, things are progressing, I'm moving toward all of my goals, and I'm happy. At the same time, I feel like all of my "Bad" is being stored as potential energy, like a boulder on top of a hill. It isn't doing anything yet, but you know that it has the capability of wreaking mass havoc. Life can't really stay like this, can it? All of the good things going full blast and no bad things poking their heads out at all?
It seems almost certain that the answer is "no". Things are bound to, if not collapse, at least deflate a bit. But at the same time, I've been going on three weeks now of just good news. It's starting to freak me out. The other shoe has to drop sometime, right? I can't help feeling that the longer it takes to drop the worse it's going to be. . . won't it?
I guess only time will tell. In the meantime, I'm trying my damndest to enjoy everything while I can and not stress about the future.
I don't normally mind working weekends. A few months ago I actually volunteered to be the designated weekend girl, since I didn't have children I could only see on the weekends, as some of my co-workers do. These days, however, I'm finding that having weekends off is pretty much a requirement. Why?
Jason is why. ^__^
Without going into an estrogen-fueled bubbly rant (Mom and Julie have been subjected to enough of them), Jason is my new boyfriend who is wonderful in numerous and myriad ways. The only real hangup that I'm aware of is that he lives in North Carolina. The area he's in is near my cousins, so I'm familiar with it and it's easily drivable, but a certain amount of time constraint and travel planning goes into visits. I've gone to see him a couple of times, and he's coming up here this weekend (meeting the parents *knocks on wood, crosses self, and tosses salt over her shoulder for good measure*).
As if working full time and seeing The Boy on the weekends wasn't enough to take up my time, I'm also taking night classes starting August 25. Since my degree was in Psychology, I don't quite have all of my prereqs for vet school yet, so I'm trying to knock those out.
I feel like I've done a complete 180 from where I was a year ago. I was completely stalled, and now it feels like I've kicked into overdrive. Everything seems to be going so well... and I guess that's freaking me out a bit. As I was telling Jason, things are going TOO well. I'm waiting for the Blue Shell of Death.
For those of you not versed in MarioKart, the Blue Shell of Death is an attack that is completely unavoidable and locks on to whoever is in first place. It's a wonderful game mechanic-- if someone has too much of a lucky start or whatever, you can fuck them up to even things out.
I haven't started my physics class yet, but I'll steal a page anyway: I feel like right now, all of my "Good" (karma, luck, whatever) has been converted into kinetic energy. Things are moving, things are progressing, I'm moving toward all of my goals, and I'm happy. At the same time, I feel like all of my "Bad" is being stored as potential energy, like a boulder on top of a hill. It isn't doing anything yet, but you know that it has the capability of wreaking mass havoc. Life can't really stay like this, can it? All of the good things going full blast and no bad things poking their heads out at all?
It seems almost certain that the answer is "no". Things are bound to, if not collapse, at least deflate a bit. But at the same time, I've been going on three weeks now of just good news. It's starting to freak me out. The other shoe has to drop sometime, right? I can't help feeling that the longer it takes to drop the worse it's going to be. . . won't it?
I guess only time will tell. In the meantime, I'm trying my damndest to enjoy everything while I can and not stress about the future.