My little artist

My little artist. This scene makes me smile, because I'm taking an art class right now. She begged me to use my easel. Warmed my heart today. We listened to Magnetic Fields while she painted today.

Bride of Frankenstein

All done.

Here is the 3 1/2 inch incision on my back.
Here are the flowers that my parents sent me to work the next day. They are the bestest.

Just a little off the back...

Eh. Crappy week.

My skin biopsy came back bad. They told me, we'll call you if there is anything wrong. Three weeks go by and I think...cool, I'm good.

Then yesterday I get the call. FUCK.

I have surgery a week from Monday.

Are you down with OJT??

At work your training consists of two phases:

1. Instructor led demonstration

2. OJT (On the job training- by some poor tech that got suckered into having to “watch” you for a week).

I just finished learning how to Test blood for Antibodies as well as Typing Blood (A, B, AB, O), so they sent me along to my OJT.

My OJT is so freaking awesome! I’d place her between 100 and 113 years old. The first thing she said to me is “I retire in 23 months” Which translates to “I don’t give a fuck.”

She started working in the Red Cross Laboratories before test tubes were invented, so needless to say…she isn’t very comfortable with the big MACHINE and fancy COMPUTER that tells me what your blood type is.

Every time she touches a button on the machine she lets out a loud yelp. I LOVE THIS LADY!!

It’s like working with Grandpa Simpson.

Out of no where today she told me that when her “parents went on dates they’d go and shoot pennies out of trees with rifles, because that’s what they did back in the day.” I SWEAR TO GOD SHE SAID THAT.

I, mean W-H-A-T??? HAHAHAH (That was about ten minutes ago.)

Summer, summer, summer has turned into fall me and my babydoll never went to the beach...

There is something about season changes that makes time seem like its torpedoing away from me. I never noticed when I lived in South Florida. It was summer all the time and the years seemed endless.

I definitely am feeling a bitter sweetness that summer is coming to an end and that next month the temperatures will start falling again. Summer…you just got here?! With the changing season I start thinking, where did the time go? Where have I been? I’ve lived here in Philly for almost two and a half years now. When I moved here Audrey was in diapers. Now she is looking forward to her fifth birthday. My twenties came and went. Not that I’m THAT sad to see them go, I definitely used them up with reckless abandon, and couldn’t possibly say, I wish I had been more wild or anything like that. I don’t know what it is.

Its just something about those changing seasons that gets me thinking.

I HATE TECHNOLOGY!

I was supposed to have a tele-web class today. I was supposed to have been on the phone/web thingy at 2. I got there at 1:50. First one there, you know how I do…

Then when it started I realized that I didn’t have a mute button on my phone. SHIT now I have an hour and a half holding my hand over the receiver while my coworkers decide to have a loud party in front of my cubicle.

The host pointed out…”there is a lot of noise in the background could everyone put their phones on mute?” I sat there with my hand over the phone for another 5 minutes then hung up.

I had to find another computer and phone. Long story short…it took me ten minutes to set it up in another room and when I finally got on, I accidently hung up again. What a nightmare. I am going to have to wait till next month for the next class. I haven’t told my boss yet that I screwed up. My face feels really hot.

It doesn’t help either that I have to wait two whole weeks to hear back about the two skin biopsies that were cut from my body yesterday. I’m a little stressed and my booboos hurt. I want my blanky.