Everything you never knew that you needed to know about me.
All Humans are basically flat characters.
We are not good at changing. I am human; therefore, I do not like to change things around too much.
It's not that I really like things the way they are. I work in a trained-monkey position at a small hospital. My primary function in this job is to be sure that we (the hospital) get our well-earned money. Or that's what they tell me. I'm the one who needs to know exactly what's wrong with you, how old you are, and who your family doctor is. Then I go tell the nurse, and your healthcare is beyond my control. That's the excuse that I use when the nurses don't see you in a timely manner. (Forget about the fact that you're in the fucking emergency room because you stubbed your toe, or because you are suffering an anxiety attack after accidently putting your cat in the dryer.) I work two 16-hour shifts, Saturday and Sunday, every single week. Don't even ask about my social life.
When I'm not at work, I'm in school. I tried the whole state university thing, and Jack Daniels just wouldn't let me get to class on time. Now I'm at a community college, which is kind of like a real college where your teachers hold your hand and get really excited if you even hint at intelligence. My choice of a future career in nursing is based on two simple facts - 1) Nurses can always find a job. 2) Nurses get paid better than I do. Many girls who go into nursing want to save the world, deliver babies, work in peds making cancer kids happy. And then they pass their boards and get a job, and spend two weeks bawling their eyes out because their patient didn't want to be saved, the baby they just delivered will go home to live in filfth, and the cancer kid finally died. At least I'm cynical to begin with.
On the brighter side of my life, I do enjoy some things. I like my co-workers, because they are not like the girls I just mentioned. I like being a tomboy (wherever that word came from...) and I really miss my crappy jobs that I had in real college. I stocked electronics at Wal-Mart on third shift, and there was something about that job that made me really happy. Maybe it was that sense of gratification that I got when I had to get the very top television from the very top shelf for a couple of football players, or the little bit of order that I could bring to the world by making sure that all of the television cables were on their own little hook... I do like microbiology, although I never seem to study it enough, and I like to read good fiction, some of which I hope to share with you. I like flirting with older men, and I like hooking up with them even more. I can do some deep, personal psychoanalysis on that subject, but I'll save it for another article. Actually, that will probably take a series of articles. I enjoy crafts, like decoupaging things and making hemp jewelry, and I love travel, especially driving. See, I'm not all pissy. There are things I enjoy.
I am apathetic about higher powers, and annoyed by The Passion of the Christ. After spending a couple of days unsucessfully looking for a movie date that would laugh when Jesus died, just to piss off the Baptists, I resolved to just not see the film. After all, if Kenny didn't like it, I don't think I would, either. I would like to find some kind of spiritual belief that was a little more selfish than conventional religion. I like the wiccian though of "and harm ye none, do what ye will," but I just can't get into all hokey shit from "The Craft." I'll probably have more to say later about that, too.
Everyone has one good life lesson that they've learned throughout their years, and each person swears that this one tiny event changed them forever. I argue that it simply revealed to them those characteristics that they should try harder to hide. This journal features a lot of mistakes. Quite frankly, I didn't learn shit from them, because I would do almost everything the same way if I could go back. So what if I'm not a good, round literary character. No one's going to write a book on me, anyway.