Friday, April 27, 2012

1-800-BADMEDICINE

i haven't written much lately... except little tidbits every now and then in the journal that resides on my bedside table, and it's usually understood to be reserved for significant things (although the older i get i'm learning the little things are, in fact, the big things). so here's one big thing to me: i am officially going to be a student again as of may 30th!

so as i type (and answer phone calls, of course), i'm sitting in PBX at the hospital (also known as the 'operator' room) working some OT. i guess a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do. other than hanging up on the occasional caller, sometimes on accident and sometimes on purpose, it's not too dreadful.

example:

me: operator.
psych patient: 1-800-badmedicine.
me: excuse me?
psych patient: 1-800-badMEDICINE.
me: do what?
psych patient: I SAID 1-800-BADMEDICINE!!!!!!!!!!!!
me: *CLICK*

i have a considerable amount of patience, but i don't deal very well with people screaming in my ear.

with that being said, i have more motivation than i've had in a long time. for the first time in quite awhile, i feel like i'm on to something.

it's about durn time.