I am thankful for:
- Having a place to live
- Having options
- Having good friends and family
- Thoughts, being able to create thoughts
- The power to heal
I am thankful for:
Long story short, I broke my contact into my eye. I wear hard contacts and it just liked shattered in my eye. Needless to say I called someone and they took me to the emergency room. The emergency room wait was like forever. I was crying I was in so much pain.
I am feeling better now. I do have some really good pain medicine. I had to explain to my mother what happened and yes she freaked out. Like really freaked out. She wanted to check my eye and things. It was crazy.
I saw New Moon today! I don’t remember much of it. I was trying to stay awake. 😦 It had moments where I was wide awake but I need to go see it again to give a proper assessment. I’m going to see it with my aunt soon.
Today I was a little dazed.
My contacts were out of wack. Which meant I looked tired all day. But I am sort of tired. I work tonight. I’m aaarrrhhhh.
I got a B on my Skeletons test. Yay me.
I feel great but tired.
I don’t know anything about the Muscles for this Anatomy test.
The only good thing I have going for me this morning is that I weigh less than I did last week. I weigh 246. The weight is coming off slowly but surely.
I am semi glancing over the notes for the Muscles test and I mught do ok on the multiple choice but naming the muscles I don’t have a shot in hell. It doesn’t matter because I don’t want to be a nurse and I am never going to be a nurse.
I had a screening today for a job with the state of georgia. Think about all the benefits. I hope I didn’t tank it.
My old boss came in Walmart the other day. It creeped me out. It was like he was stalking me. He didn’t have any bags and he was walking all close to the registers and stuff. Everyone else in my life seemed chill about it, I felt weird.
I don’t want to be seen as weak and I don’t want to be weak. I don’t want to be Walmart or the girl who worked at McDonalds. My work is not me, but I do view a person’s work as an extension of them. I do view my work as an extension of me. I’m not an HIV tester, I was one.
I am:
How do I seperate where I work from who I am or what I want to be?
I did not go on the interview. I got there and left. I only had one heel in my posession and I was already running on time. I don’t think it was meant to be.
I applied to a job at Saint Joesph’s Mercy Care. Hopefully they will call me back.
I think I might apply to Strayer.