CO and I share a car. Last year, I dropped him off at school and picked him up. This year, I get spoiled and CO drops me off at work every morning and picks me up in the evenings on his way to and from school. I work 8-5, but sometimes it takes me a little bit of time to wrap up whatever project I'm working on, and actually head downstairs to where he picks me up. Here's today's dialogue about what time he was going to pick me up (done via email).
CO: What time should I pick you up today?
me: Just after 5, is that ok?
CO: Yes, see you then.
...
CO: Running 12 minutes late.
Who says that? TWELVE minutes late? Not ten, not fifteen. Twelve.
That's my husband.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Go sister go!
Today my sister is running a marathon (her first) in Arizona. I think I'm a bad sister because:
a) I'm not going
b) I don't even know what city it's in!
But anyway, I'm really excited for her that she's doing this incredible thing that I don't know if I could do. She's been training in MICHIGAN. Recently. Training for a marathon in Michigan in winter is NOT something that I'm really eager to do. So just there she gets major credit.
As I type this she's already running and has been running for a few hours. I hope she's doing well and gets an unexpected second wind :)
Although I can't be there, I am thinking of her and I do love her! I love you lobby!
Go sister go!
a) I'm not going
b) I don't even know what city it's in!
But anyway, I'm really excited for her that she's doing this incredible thing that I don't know if I could do. She's been training in MICHIGAN. Recently. Training for a marathon in Michigan in winter is NOT something that I'm really eager to do. So just there she gets major credit.
As I type this she's already running and has been running for a few hours. I hope she's doing well and gets an unexpected second wind :)
Although I can't be there, I am thinking of her and I do love her! I love you lobby!
Go sister go!
And you thought I was joking...
There really is express access to the elf kingdom in my building. The only issue I have now is how to open the door.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Books?
Now that I'm putting off the pesky unpacking, I think it'd be a good idea to read some books.
Some that are on my list to read:
- 3 Cups of Tea
- Mother Warriors (yeah, by Jenny McCarthy) - Oprah brainwashed me to want to read it
- The Life of Pi
- and then I get stuck. What books should I read?
Some that are on my list to read:
- 3 Cups of Tea
- Mother Warriors (yeah, by Jenny McCarthy) - Oprah brainwashed me to want to read it
- The Life of Pi
- and then I get stuck. What books should I read?
Day 2
Today I actually got logged into my computer and most of the programs that I need to use for my new job. That's super-exciting.
I would like to say that now I am making what I made a year ago, plus a latte, per hour. And the last hour of work today, I went downstairs, got the mail, then proceeded to type zero's. All for more money than most of my jobs in recent history. Nice. I think I might like this.
I'm pretty excited- my boss is doing some really cool research and me typing in zero's actually might help with the project.
I would like to say that now I am making what I made a year ago, plus a latte, per hour. And the last hour of work today, I went downstairs, got the mail, then proceeded to type zero's. All for more money than most of my jobs in recent history. Nice. I think I might like this.
I'm pretty excited- my boss is doing some really cool research and me typing in zero's actually might help with the project.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Gluteraldehy... what?
I got a job.
That in and of itself is a major statement. After months of searching (and angst) last year I was not very optimistic heading into interviews that I would actually get something. People once impressed by the left side of my resume then take a gander to the right side of my resume and see that we move every year or so. Here in the South, that's grounds for not hiring someone (aka a Yankee like me). But, I applied to the university that CO attends - more specifically, to their temporary service. Yup, I'm a temp.
Again, even that was not enough to make me... what's the word... optimistic. I had applied there last year and never heard a peep from them. Phone calls and emails left unreturned. I went into the interview curious of why I was not placed in a position last year, and highly doubtful of anything that will come in the next few months before we are restationed. So, in my interview last week, I casually asked about last year. My recruiter looked at my file. More accurately, my recruiter looked for my file. And couldn't find it. Anywhere. That explains a lot.
Fast forward to last Friday - my recruiter called me with a position! Woohoo! I have a legitimate excuse not to unpack boxes! Yay! Boo, I won't be able to play on Facebook for hours on end. I started today, Tuesday. My position involves "Microsoft Office use and maintaining a database" it also is potentially long-term as they are looking for a permanent placement for this position. Sweet. (I am potentially nervous about whether or not I say CO will graduate in May... but we'll save that for later).
I go to work today. I'm on time. I look good, certainly better than my sweatshirt/jeans combo I've been employing for unpacking. My boss takes me on a tour - good stuff to know. The tour involves ENTERING A CURRENTLY OCCUPIED SURGICAL ROOM. Well, I didn't need to scrub up or anything, but seriously, it was the control room for an operating room and I am fully convinced the surgeon looked at us when we entered the room. Ok.
I had problems logging onto the programs I need to use to do my job, so the only thing I really could do was either organize my cubicle or do the one assignment my boss has for me. That assignment - TRANSCRIPTION! Um... medical transcription? I watched ER back when it first came on. I've been to a doctor. I've been in a hospital (today). Other than those last three facts, I'm not too sure I'm qualified to type out those notes you have spoken onto the little tape recorder. But yes, I did it, and I think I did pretty well.
After all, the transcription was interesting. Not the typical words that I usually use, mind you, a whole new set of words. Words that included "gluteraldehyde" and "flowcytometry." No, I still don't know if they're spelled correctly, and NO, I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THEY MEAN! I think I still got the basic gist of what the whole transcription was about though... you know, if the doctors cut something out of you, do you know where it goes? Sometimes you get to take it home with you (Cousin Beth?) or sometimes they send it to a research lab. When they send it to a research lab, they have to process it in such a way that the research lab can do their magic. And that process of how many grams the sample can be and how to prepare the slides - that's what I was typing!!
Oh, and I learned where the mail room is. It's in the basement, 12 floors below my cubicle. I hopped on the elevator and ventured down to the underworld. Nothing on the Basement floor is signed. No maps to show you where to go -you just have to know where you're going. Today, being my first day, I am reading the signs posted next to each and every door. And about two doors before the mailroom, I saw a sign reading "Express Access to the Elf Kingdom". I had always wondered where the express access was - I'm so tired of taking the normal route. ;)
I think it'll be an interesting next few weeks, if not months!
That in and of itself is a major statement. After months of searching (and angst) last year I was not very optimistic heading into interviews that I would actually get something. People once impressed by the left side of my resume then take a gander to the right side of my resume and see that we move every year or so. Here in the South, that's grounds for not hiring someone (aka a Yankee like me). But, I applied to the university that CO attends - more specifically, to their temporary service. Yup, I'm a temp.
Again, even that was not enough to make me... what's the word... optimistic. I had applied there last year and never heard a peep from them. Phone calls and emails left unreturned. I went into the interview curious of why I was not placed in a position last year, and highly doubtful of anything that will come in the next few months before we are restationed. So, in my interview last week, I casually asked about last year. My recruiter looked at my file. More accurately, my recruiter looked for my file. And couldn't find it. Anywhere. That explains a lot.
Fast forward to last Friday - my recruiter called me with a position! Woohoo! I have a legitimate excuse not to unpack boxes! Yay! Boo, I won't be able to play on Facebook for hours on end. I started today, Tuesday. My position involves "Microsoft Office use and maintaining a database" it also is potentially long-term as they are looking for a permanent placement for this position. Sweet. (I am potentially nervous about whether or not I say CO will graduate in May... but we'll save that for later).
I go to work today. I'm on time. I look good, certainly better than my sweatshirt/jeans combo I've been employing for unpacking. My boss takes me on a tour - good stuff to know. The tour involves ENTERING A CURRENTLY OCCUPIED SURGICAL ROOM. Well, I didn't need to scrub up or anything, but seriously, it was the control room for an operating room and I am fully convinced the surgeon looked at us when we entered the room. Ok.
I had problems logging onto the programs I need to use to do my job, so the only thing I really could do was either organize my cubicle or do the one assignment my boss has for me. That assignment - TRANSCRIPTION! Um... medical transcription? I watched ER back when it first came on. I've been to a doctor. I've been in a hospital (today). Other than those last three facts, I'm not too sure I'm qualified to type out those notes you have spoken onto the little tape recorder. But yes, I did it, and I think I did pretty well.
After all, the transcription was interesting. Not the typical words that I usually use, mind you, a whole new set of words. Words that included "gluteraldehyde" and "flowcytometry." No, I still don't know if they're spelled correctly, and NO, I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THEY MEAN! I think I still got the basic gist of what the whole transcription was about though... you know, if the doctors cut something out of you, do you know where it goes? Sometimes you get to take it home with you (Cousin Beth?) or sometimes they send it to a research lab. When they send it to a research lab, they have to process it in such a way that the research lab can do their magic. And that process of how many grams the sample can be and how to prepare the slides - that's what I was typing!!
Oh, and I learned where the mail room is. It's in the basement, 12 floors below my cubicle. I hopped on the elevator and ventured down to the underworld. Nothing on the Basement floor is signed. No maps to show you where to go -you just have to know where you're going. Today, being my first day, I am reading the signs posted next to each and every door. And about two doors before the mailroom, I saw a sign reading "Express Access to the Elf Kingdom". I had always wondered where the express access was - I'm so tired of taking the normal route. ;)
I think it'll be an interesting next few weeks, if not months!
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