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Well as usual I had quite the weekend. Um I'd like to say for the record it sucks ass being DD on somebodies birthday. Specifically it sucks ass being sober in a bar. People are retarded. I would also like to say that I had a date, that did not go well. In fact at some point said person will probably be checking this blog to see if I mentioned it. I did, just now. No I am not going to go in to detail other than to say that it will be filed away under the wtf section of my dating life. Which is the whole purpose of this blog. I'd like to mention that I composed this in my head last night while doing my laps in the pool. You can get a lot done in six laps.
The first conclusion that I came to is that swimming is a wonderful stress relief. The water envelopes you in a way that is comforting and sure. It feels wonderful to glide through such coolness, feeling the water flow over your skin or the way your skin looks and your muscles feel as you are propelled through the water. Then there is the the breathing. In and Out. In. Out. When you get in that zone, when there is nothing left but you and your breathing (so you don't drown) it is one of the most calming exercises a person can do. And then, when you get the motion down you can let your body take over and your mind is free to wander. As long as you don't forget to breath. Trust me on this.
The second conclusion that I came to was that my dating life is ridiculous. Seriously. I don't know what I'm doing to attract these type of men. When I say "these type of men" I don't really know what to call them...crazies is a little to harsh I think. I would say just plain ridiculous, and not in a good way. There was the guy who had an anger problem -in the middle of our date he flipped the fuck out on some woman who parked to close to his car-, then the guy who made me do math, and the indecisive manic depressive who would get drunk and email me wonderful letters about how great I am blah blah blah then sober up and send a recant email saying we shouldn't see each other any more. There was the vacuum salesman/drug dealer. Yeah...seriously. People surprise me sometimes. Then the guy who fabricated a whole career ...and probably a shit ton of other essential things..like his entire life story. Then there was the most boring man alive...and now the newest addition. The man who asked me not to blog about him. We see how that's turning out.
Then came the third realization. That really shitty date didn't upset me as much as it probable should have. In retrospect it was crap. But I wasn't that upset. In fact, I went ahead and took myself to see the movie we were going to go see together. Ahh Harry Potter was outstanding by the way. And afterward had a frosty. Vanilla. What does bother me though is that it didn't bother me. I think I'm getting acclimated to the crazy.
The last realizations was I kinda like it. Usually after I calm down, look back with hindsight and change my telephone number my life cracks me up. I am forever getting involved in totally ridiculous experiences (note to self find another word other than ridiculous). And I learn from them, not all the time, but for the most part, though If nothing else, they give me great blog fodder and storytelling oppuritunity.
I also realized, while I sat in the whirl pool at the gym, that I date a lot. Now..if I can only make it past the first one...

Bored

Things of note:

Right now, I'm bored as crap. And I'm living on the edge being the net right now. I wonder if anyone is watching me. Prob not. I'm alone in the lab, however, the mass email we got the other day said that someone is always watching. Dear Big Brother...suck it.

Random happenings-This week the processor managed to include me in a blood exposure. Nice. In all fairness, the tubes really shouldn't be rubber banded together. I thought it was funny though that when the red top exploded (I'm still not sure how that happened) it landed everywhere but on my gloved hands. Blood splatter is a bitch to clean up by the way.

Other happening's of note- I have a date on Sunday. Yes...a real one. No we do not want to talk about it. Not yet...but keep your fingers crossed.

Um..that's about it I think, Nothing really eventful. Thank God. I could use a couple weeks of absolutely nothing random happening to me.

I feel like I need to Bitch...

I don't particularly feel like complaining, but one thing I've noticed is that if I let it build up over a couple of days then it tends to find alternate ways of manifesting it's self...and then I get called into my supervisor's office and have to explain why I allegedly tried to kill a co worker with Splenda.

Things that are bothering me. By Shannon Nguyen.



1. It is really bothering me that I just found out that somebody that I work with accused me of mislabeling a specimen and having a coworker take the fall for me. Um..this never happened. I have NEVER mislabeled a specimen. And on the off chance that that would happen I would never EVER ask somebody else to take the fall for me. It is bothering me that this happened about 2 months ago and no body told me and it's bothering me that this is the same coworker who accused me of trying to use her allergy to Splenda as a means to kill her....I'm not motivated enough to formulate a plan that would involve the use of a phsycosmaytic allergy and random artificial sweeteners.

2. I'm getting really fucking tired of playing the "what do you think this says" game. Doctors, you all have the handwriting of a serial killer. And it concerns me that you can't even write your own name legible across the top of your lab req. Confidence this does not make. Pay attention to your nurses, notice how they use the writing utensil. Try and do that to.

3. Could somebody please explain to Client Services what there job is, and find out why they seem to think they get to stop doing it at 4 o'clock?

4. Note to self, find someone who speaks stupid and get them to explain to the phelb who keeps drawing a sst for the cbc and cbca's her Doctor is ordering that I can't run that test off that tube, that would be great. I'm getting really tired of Aprobing her shit.

.....23 Jul 2009 So i just found this draft...um I'm not mad any more but thought I would go ahead and post this because I don't have anything to bitch about today. Enjoy!

Yes, I may be lame...Not

Ok so I am following my self ...on my own blog. I am my biggest fan. It is completely normal that I will be leaving comments on my own blogs, telling myself how great I am, how funny and how everybody wants to know me. Perhaps I'll throw in some spirit fingers, a personalized calender with photo's taken of me doing random things and a t shirt with a giant heart with my face in it and voila...my own fan club. Hell's yeah.


side note..apparently (and this is from my co workers) I am so great, that I have to be completely ignored sometimes so that my total outstandingness doesn't overwhelm them. I guess by sometimes they mean every day...all the time.

This is not what it looks like...

So what a day what a day...my shift is almost over (yes, I'm at work..on the computer) and I think I'm gonna have to head over to the local watering whole and get a drink before I head off to the gym. Not that today has been a bad day mind you, rather a eventful one. The other processor freaked out after we were all exposed to active TB...never mind the fact we work in the lab...and are exposed to a lot more nasty things and have this very convenient thing called an immune system. Or the fact that I'm using the word exposed here loosely. Then the swab with the swine flu...yes yes yes. I'm so over the fucking swine flu. Get your flu shot and drink OJ and you'll be ok. However, random happening of note...we all decided to donate a tube of blood so that the main lab can calibrate the machines they use to run the PTI for the cancer patients. However we decided do do this after all the Phelbs had left for the day. So there I am, with only a theoretical knowledge of phlebotomy being guided by the processor (ahh this is only my third draw but I'd like to say for the record that until I drew the micro processor I was 2 and 0) sweating bullets because I know how much she hates blood, specifically getting it drawn, gloved up and wrestling with the butterfly package. Micro is sitting there, tourniquet wrapped, utalizing a physiological skill called self talk (will blog on that later) . As I'm about to stick the needle through her skin it just so happens that one of the live patient register's comes into the room. I stop, needle poised as a bead of sweat runs off my for head, down my nose and onto Micro's arm, contaminating the area. The registrar then queried with a look of confusion and asked what we were doing. Nothing, I replied. Your doing something, she said. Standing up, wiping the sweat away all I could say was.."ok, this is not what it looks like."

No Touchie

It's not very often I use my blog as a forum to lament about personal trials. I most often use it as a forum to share the crazy and random things that happen to me or that I notice. Every so often though I'll man up, so to speak, and discuss something that is deeply personal and/or something that could qualify as a trail or tribulation. Tonight would be one such night. I was at my counseling appointment today (before you even ask, yes...more than likely i am crazy) and I was discussing some aah..concerns with my councelor, mostly regarding my dating life. It was in the middle of the appointment that I had a realization. It had been over a week since anyone had touched me. In any way shape or fashion. No hugs, no causal caress, hell I hadn't even been jostled one good time. It made me go back and re exam the past several months. And the realization was shocking. I can think of only 2 instances since Feb that I have been kissed on, or shown any type of affection by a member of the opposite sex. Even less than that for friends and family members. I can hear it now, you're thinking I'm exaggerating, not remembering the small few times someone has come up and put there hand on me, or perhaps patted my shoulder. I promise you, I have an uncanny memory and I went back through the days and there has been no such contact, save for those two instances and a weekend in Chicago with my best Friend.
And there I sat. Tears running down my face discussing this with my councilor. There are not words to describe the despondency that I felt at this realization. Still feel, now, hours after I left her office. I'm still not quite sure which is bothering me more, the fact that this is happening in my life, or I've become so acclimated to it that there was no notice of it until today.
How many of us go through a day with out touching the people we love? Touch establishes intimacy, trust, it is a form of communication. It soothes, it consoles, it speaks to the heart in a way that no words can ever come close to. How many of us take for granted the people that we could reach out to and lay a hand on? How many take for granted that there is merely someone there that could be touched? How many touch and never realize what it could mean to live with out it? To many I think.
There is no one in my foreseeable future that is going to change this. Perhaps I'll make it a game. See how many days I go before I'm given a hug, or some one comes up and pats my back. In return, I shall make a point to touch those that I care about more often, to show them in my actions how much they mean to me, though it is a very small list and those that mean the most live the farthest away. Yes..a game it shall be. Tomorrow shall be day 1. My councilor gave me a hug before I left.

Observation

So I've been reading other peoples blogs, and I have to say I've had a realization. There are other people who quite possibly might be as funny, witty, clever and have a much better way with words than me. *insert awkward silence here* No no it's ok, to all the imaginary readers I have, it's really ok, put down the pitch forks. These things happen. Fortunately my ego is HUGE, and in about 15 minutes I will have successfully forgotten about all this. I have this incredible ability to simply forget/block out anything that could potentially or in retrospect make me feel bad about my self, feel uncomfortable and/or just generally awkward

Thus...I don't remember most of my life.