Wicked

06/10/2008

I keep planning on writing my blog posts at work and then send them to my email to post later. My plan includes going to work, getting a coffee, and sitting down to inform everyone of all the things that make me giggle. And yet work seems to be interfering with my blog posting opportunities. I mean to tell you all about my new coworker who has some sort of neurological disorder. Of course I mean this in the nicest of ways. It’s just that she’s a little off in both the ways she interacts and her social sensibilities. Like, for instance, she told my department about how she found her most recent colonoscopy to be no big deal. After all, “you get undressed, you get some drugs, you wake up, you never even know anyone did anything to you.” Now, if I were in any other place I would have had no choice but to say: “Sounds like an average Friday night,” but because I was at work, all I did was nod knowingly and made a note to see if she was carrying anything good in her purse.

Needless to say having this particular new employee hasn’t diminished the amount of work that I need to do. In fact, I believe my work load has increased since she arrived. I think that this is just a situation that will go on for a while, but Bruce believes that new coworker is going to be fired soon. He has faith in my boss. I don’t know. In healthcare people don’t get fired even when people die.

Besides new coworker I have to contend with a certification exam I am taking in a few weeks. My work day between now and then is consumed with studying like a mad woman. I can’t remember the last test I took that stressed me out this much. my coworkers who have taken different levels of this certification test have all failed at least once, and one particular person failed 5 times. This is not a good sign. I am just going to be heads-down studying these few weeks with the hope of being better than excellent. Of course on top of studying I am moving.

I finally found the place of my dreams in the city. Bruce doesn’t want to move with me so I am going to go on my own. He’s seemingly okay with this. I think he’s looking forward to going back to some of his bachelor ways: not changing the sheets for months on end, leaving his socks on the floor, eating canned food cold. Yes, I believe Bruce will enjoy life without me for some time. I move two days after my test date so that’s awesome. Plenty of time to set up utilities and furniture. Awesome. Oh, and three days after I move I am heading back to Boston for the July 4 week. Double awesome.

Double wicked awesome.

That’s it for now. Check back later for hilarity about my life.