I haven't reached the end of the tunnel I've been traveling though, but some how I did find a light switch that illuminates the length of the tunnel for several hundred feet ahead of me.
Several new things coming up in life that I am looking forward too. Attempting to join a few social clubs, unfortunately one is a long application process and the other is in the bay area that I can't get down to to join for a while. But still excited over the whole idea.
I am also setting a goal: I am quitting Starbucks. It was good for me in the short run, but the run is coming to a halt very, very soon. I am considering giving my 2 weeks as early as this Friday. I just can't handle the thought of only having one weekend off a month to myself, and that weekend usually starts after a Starbucks shift that gets out at 9:15 PM. Plus those two full days off a month come with a fight to get the time off in the first place. The money doesn't hurt from the job, but it doesn't buy off my sanity.
With my weekends free I can actually spend time with the new social clubs, focus on my writing and art, spend time with the girl friend and friends.
This all comes at the cost though of making it harder to find a place to live on my own... why is it so damn hard to find some shit hole in the wall studio or room for rent that doesn't cost $500 a month for rent alone? Seriously... $300 bucks for a prison cell sized room. Any one know of anything?
And I seriously hope the mortuary doesn't offer a full time position with the attached string of working every weekend. Even every other weekend sounds daunting at this point. I know it comes with the profession... but I did that dog and pony show for years, I'd like a couple years off please. Maybe I will spend a year or two running around with a traveling renaissance fair, just to tick off my parents.
Also giving serious thought to getting a tattoo... something simple and small that would only take one or two sittings at most to do.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
The Doogie Howser Hypnosis Theory
My theory: That with a pair of medical scrubs and a vague attitude, one can get professors to assume you are in the medical profession and give you a better grade.
it started in my 7:30 AM speech class. Because I go straight to work after class, I wear work clothing to school. At first I was wearing a suit, but then my work got me medical scrubs, and those are WAY better to wear at 7:30 AM. I didn't think anything of it until my professor was giving a lecture on the effect of color choice in visual aides for a speech.
She said "Now for example, if I used the color blue, many of you would think of sadness. But for Brian, what would Brian think and feel if I used blue?" I was confused, as was most of the class, she only picked up on the fact that the class was confused. She followed up by saying "Well, what do you do, Brian, when you hear 'Code Blue' at work?" I responded with the only thing I could think of; "I tell my boss 'Look, buddy, they're already gone. Let's not stress about it and move on with life'." She gave me a funny look, and I thought that would end it.
A few weeks later I gave my speech on how to perform CPR (I used my latex skeleton as my visual aide). For my feedback, my teacher said I was very knowledgeable on the subject and it was obvious that I 'have year and years of medical education and experience'. I replied "I have no medical training, and haven't performed CPR since I was a Boy Scout". Again, another funny look, and again I thought I had ended the illusion that I was some kind o nurse or doctor. I also think in reality I bombed the speech. I got an A.
A week later in my Thanatochemestry class, during group work, the teacher was in everyone's face checking work. Again, I was wearing scrubs, and when she got to my group, she simple told me to check everyone's work to make sure they understood it. This is a teacher who KNOWS I am not a nurse or doctor, and that I am working toward being a mortician.
I plan on getting a lab coat tomorrow to continue the experiment.
it started in my 7:30 AM speech class. Because I go straight to work after class, I wear work clothing to school. At first I was wearing a suit, but then my work got me medical scrubs, and those are WAY better to wear at 7:30 AM. I didn't think anything of it until my professor was giving a lecture on the effect of color choice in visual aides for a speech.
She said "Now for example, if I used the color blue, many of you would think of sadness. But for Brian, what would Brian think and feel if I used blue?" I was confused, as was most of the class, she only picked up on the fact that the class was confused. She followed up by saying "Well, what do you do, Brian, when you hear 'Code Blue' at work?" I responded with the only thing I could think of; "I tell my boss 'Look, buddy, they're already gone. Let's not stress about it and move on with life'." She gave me a funny look, and I thought that would end it.
A few weeks later I gave my speech on how to perform CPR (I used my latex skeleton as my visual aide). For my feedback, my teacher said I was very knowledgeable on the subject and it was obvious that I 'have year and years of medical education and experience'. I replied "I have no medical training, and haven't performed CPR since I was a Boy Scout". Again, another funny look, and again I thought I had ended the illusion that I was some kind o nurse or doctor. I also think in reality I bombed the speech. I got an A.
A week later in my Thanatochemestry class, during group work, the teacher was in everyone's face checking work. Again, I was wearing scrubs, and when she got to my group, she simple told me to check everyone's work to make sure they understood it. This is a teacher who KNOWS I am not a nurse or doctor, and that I am working toward being a mortician.
I plan on getting a lab coat tomorrow to continue the experiment.
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