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Saturday
Jul302005

Chapter 2. Verse 1. Line 1.

So, here's the thing. I was lying in bed last night waiting for the cat to just calm down and I was thinking, well, isn't it about the right time to start a new chapter?

Domain names. New job. New facial bits. No boy.

I guess I should reiterate here that I bought 'getsoutmore.com' / 'airborneYOUKNOWWHAT.com' / 'floatingmyownboat.com' and 'reallynot.com'.

So, here we are. A brand new notebook. A fresh first page. It's exciting, yes?

One day, when I get my shit together (ie: winter) then some of you'll be able to log in and see more areas of the site (such as the last journal if you so desire) and even, while I'm travelling, be able to upload pictures and stuff directly to the boat for me to see. Exciting hey? These Squarespace people are very nice and have neat-o stuff. Yes, they do.

Anyways, I guess I should start off by saying that I failed the test yesterday.

Now, before you break down weeping piteously at my inability to learn 1,000 greek and latin prefixes, combining forms and suffixes in like FOUR days - let's just review this for a sec.

I took the actual course back when I could concentrate on one thing for more than a minute at a time (ie: 14 years ago) and wrote a perfect final exam. You know, so I'm smart and good already, right? Yay me.

Most people take that course and then within a week or two write the test I wrote yesterday and FAIL IT. I think the failure rate is something like 80% on the first try.

I failed by 3 questions.

So, really, relatively I actually ROCK THE ENTIRE MEDICAL TERMINOLOGY WORLD.

Now, because my new boss is so wonderful - she put my transfer through already to take effect the day after I leave my current job. I get five days off and then start training - closer to home. In a low-stress job that pays only $2.00 an hour less than my high stress make-everyone-cry job. Okay, it IS only casual but there's lots of work, I can apply for permanent jobs, I can also temp (I have an interview and testing on the 15th), and I can pay the premiums to continue my benefits and I can do all this for at least 6 months even if I never actually work a shift.

Which is great - except I only have 12 more days to actually PASS the test. Normally, you have to wait a month before you can rewrite the test. Because the HR people are being extremely accomodating for me, I'm rewriting next Friday.

You know, a lot of the time I am utterly shamed by the way we treat each other on this planet and then, suddenly, things like this where people decide to believe in a complete stranger and do everything they can to facilitate good things for them manages to prop up my faith in the human condition.

So, consider me officially propped.

Two very funny things that came from you smarty-pants boys playing with the language and then I am off to the porch and books, books, books for the long weekend.

tachycardia: n., from the greek for "bad sweater".

and, unrelatedly...

*snort*

that would be son (sound), rrhrage (to burst forth), algia (with pain), from my rhin/o (nose)

sonrrhabloghaljen!

jen screams, blogs, bursts forth. some pain.

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sonrrhabloghaljen!


(silly me, i forgot an r) You know it makes sense (I fixed it-J)
July 30, 2005 | Unregistered CommenterSaltation
sonrrhabloghalsal!

sonrrhabloghalsars!

sonrrhabloghalotherjen!



this is kinda CATCHY...
July 30, 2005 | Unregistered CommenterSaltation
I'm so happy to be reading these words, in this place. Even the last couple. :-)

You'd think from the top of the world here, where I am at the moment, I could just holler and you'd hear me.

Apparently not. But it was fun trying.
July 30, 2005 | Unregistered CommenterJen, also
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