Friday Fun

Well faithful readers,

Last night my piece was premiered at Food Research College. I had been literally terrified that the piece would be boring, but it seemed to go okay. After my piece, and old woman sitting a few rows in front of me gave me a look of approval. She seemed to be saying "your piece wasn't boring," or "I'm old, so I like things that would be boring to younger people." Either way, I was satisfied.

I'm here at the office right now, looking up fax numbers of radiology clinics. I just need two radiology technicians from independent radiology clinics to take this internet survey, and I'll be done with this project. If anyone reading this is, or knows a radiology technician, please indicate as much in the comment section. I don't think any of my co-recruiters are doing anything for this project even though it's supposed to end today. I did hear some complaining about the lists though, so I know they're at least thinking about something important, and stressful.

Finally, go to this link and move the mouse around.
http://www.thebraincentre.org/mri/I'm pretty sure I hate The Brain Centre.

Monday(ne) things at Work

Work today's been pretty boring. This morning I looked up even more Spanish dermatologists. However, due to my poor performance, I was given a new task in the afternoon. I'm now looking up fax numbers for free-standing radiology clinics. This one place, let's call it "Pro-Echo Diagnosticsmont" offers many services, including a "stress test." It's like the clinic's being run by a bunch of crazy scientologists. Incidentally, the fax number is (305) 532-7648.

Weekend Fun

Faithful readers,

I had quite a weekend this past weekend.

Things really began on Thursday night, when I went to the wonderful Barracuda bar in Chelsea with the friend and co-worker Rodd. I had been told going to bars alone would be a good way to meet new people, but I knew that I would be much to terrified to actually do that, so Rodd and I went together. First of all, I will never go to a bar alone, because I watched a couple of people who were alone at this bar. No one approached them. They just stood in a corner with their drinks and watched other people. If that had been me, I probably would have kept drinking until I needed to take a cab home and then cried in bed and been unhappy the whole next day. Thank g-d that didn't happen!

Anyway, Rodd and I spent the whole time we were there talking to each other and I didn't meet anyone new. I think the reason for this is that I'm afraid to make eye contact with people. I'm afraid that any type of eye contact is an invitation for someone to talk to me. When someone starts talking to me, I'll be very polite and moderately awkward and kind of boring. Anyway, they'll probably want to sleep with me, so I'll go home with them. The next morning, I'll realize that I'm not interested in spending any sort of non-sexual time with this person, and I'll have to figure out what to do when they start calling in a couple of days. This whole thing is like a really crazy and gay version of that "If You Give a Mouse a Cookie..." The point is, I'm too crazy to meet new people.

The next day, I went in to work, and spent about seven hours using Yahoo Yellow Pages in Spanish, or Páginas Amarillas, to find fax numbers of Spanish dermatologists, or dermatólogos.

On Saturday, I went to my alma mater, Vassmont college, and saw a concert, and then traveled back to New York. What fun!

That's pretty much it. Sunday just found me trying to do some school work, and being unproductive. I can't really do work until the night before things are due anyway, and nothing was due on Monday.

I guess I'm all caught up. Soon, I'll let you know how today's been going for me. Here's a little teaser: more dermatólogos.

cómo es tremendo

Well,

Today hasn't been as great as yesterday. My job today is to use google to find fax numbers for spanish gynocolegists and dermatologists. The only problem is that I don't speak spanish. After I complained that I couldn't find any names, I was swtiched to Italy. I'm pretty sure I'm not going to get anything accomplished today. How awful.

Also, when I do an image search for the title of this post, here's what I got.

What a Day

I wrote this yesterday, but had to wait to publish it for security reason. Here is it now. Enjoy. ;(

First of all, I'm back at work today, at Food Research, making phone calls and looking things up on the internet. After a hard morning of work, I'm about to reward myself with a healthy lunch, and a fun afternoon school.

In addition, it seems that I may have a new student to tutor. A girl needs help preparing for a keyboard skills test, so she e-mailed me and and asked for help. Her e-mail address begins with "tangledfingers," so I guess she made a special e-mail account for me just to prove she's not good playing the piano.

The final news for the day involves me winning a bet. Let's just say that I'm now in a position of authority for one of the top media websites on the internet.

Still on the Case

Here's a brief follow-up to my last blog post:

I went into Children's Place yesterday to check out the new winter line (I'll probably be buying some more sweaters there soon). I realized that peaking out of my winter coat was a red sweater that I bought from CP in October. It was going to be hard to shop there and to pretend that the clothes I buy aren't for myself. I have to remember to wear grown-up clothes when I go shopping.

That Time of Year

Yes everyone, it's that time of year: the time when old man winter’s cold grip begins to strangle us all. All of this talk about the changing of the seasons reminds me of a little adventure I had but a few weeks ago.

At the end of October, I bought some sweaters and shirts at the Children’s Place. I know what you’re all thinking: isn’t that store for, you know, kids?!?

Yes.

However, most adult clothes don’t fit me, as I’m devilishly skinny. Anyway, after I bought my clothes, I tried on the shirts (I obviously couldn’t try them on in the store), and noticed that the size I got, large, was too small. I had to return them and get extra larges.

Well, when I went back to the store, I discovered that the season had changed from Fall to Winter, and that the shirts were now on sale. I returned my two shirts, and planned on getting three to replace them. However, the Emerald Green shirt that I bought was out of stock in my local CP. This was going to be a problem.

I had to go online and find out where the other CP stores were in the city. I found one, and bought the shirt. Phew. What I liked most about this new store though, wasn’t that they had the Emerald Green shirt in stock, but that the bags they gave me weren’t as flashy. Instead of giving the bright blue bags with “Children’s Place” written in white, this store opted for the more subtle white plastic bag, with “Children’s Place” written in blue. Much classier.

In conclusion, the seasons are changing. Best to check your favorite shops and see if your shirts are on sale.