Oh, life
Externed yesterday. Actually had the brilliant idea of going to bed at a decent hour the night before, too! At 11pm i promptly fell asleep. I was so proud of myself. Except my body hates me. Whenever i go to bed at a normal hour, if i wake up at ANYtime during the night/morning i will STAY awake. Like my sleeping brain notices my eyes open a fraction and like a five-year-old on a sugar-crack high starts jumping around like "IS IT TIME TO GET UP?! IT'S TIME TO GET UP! OMG LET'S THINK ABOUT ALL THE THINGS WE HAVE TO DO TODAY AND HOW WE'LL COMPLETELY FAIL!" It's so fun. Long story short: I woke up at 4am, muttered a pox upon the world, and have spent my half-awake day with eyes burning ever since.
My half-awake day consisted of awkwardness, as well. First it was damn near all employees at my externship site having a bitchfest over a head supervisor and their severe menopausal attitude. The lab in that office is teeny-tiny and i had nowhere to disappear to as i uncomfortably counted ceiling tiles. Next was my mom dragging my near-unconscious ass into town to return something. Never go with my mom to return something. Ya know when retail employees will talk, "It was ten minutes to closing and this Royal Bitch stormed in..."? That's my mom. I don't care if you're in another state--It was my mom. I alternated between glaring at the floor ("Exactly how big of a pox CAN i put upon the world?") and pretending to read merchandise labels ("Power steering requires fluid?"). Once, i looked up and locked eyes with an employee. It's that look with a half-smile that promises if this situation escalates any more we'll enter a suicide pact on the spot. You can find kindred spirits anywhere.
Later on, my mom was dragged out to a bar called "Gator Joe's" (sounds white-trash-tastic) to hear a friend's husband's band play. She got home--probably a tad bit tipsy judging by her unusual happiness level--and proceeded to tell me with prideful disgust all the guys she had turned down. I'll never understand how the universe rolls.
I didn't eat supper. My stomach will punish me when i wake up.
My half-awake day consisted of awkwardness, as well. First it was damn near all employees at my externship site having a bitchfest over a head supervisor and their severe menopausal attitude. The lab in that office is teeny-tiny and i had nowhere to disappear to as i uncomfortably counted ceiling tiles. Next was my mom dragging my near-unconscious ass into town to return something. Never go with my mom to return something. Ya know when retail employees will talk, "It was ten minutes to closing and this Royal Bitch stormed in..."? That's my mom. I don't care if you're in another state--It was my mom. I alternated between glaring at the floor ("Exactly how big of a pox CAN i put upon the world?") and pretending to read merchandise labels ("Power steering requires fluid?"). Once, i looked up and locked eyes with an employee. It's that look with a half-smile that promises if this situation escalates any more we'll enter a suicide pact on the spot. You can find kindred spirits anywhere.
Later on, my mom was dragged out to a bar called "Gator Joe's" (sounds white-trash-tastic) to hear a friend's husband's band play. She got home--probably a tad bit tipsy judging by her unusual happiness level--and proceeded to tell me with prideful disgust all the guys she had turned down. I'll never understand how the universe rolls.
I didn't eat supper. My stomach will punish me when i wake up.