well…i’m home. it’s freezing down here. so i’m gonna make this short
1. most likely not going to get the job. everything went really well i thought…but the director went onto tell me that what he’s looking for is a “pro”…someone who’s apparently does research for a living (which i can’t imagine considering it’s barely a living wage)…someone who is a pro…someone who’s going to stick around for 5-10 years doing this work…he’s tired of the turnover rate of every 2 years getting new undergrad kids…or something. and he said there are 2 pros who are first in line for the job, and they look real good….so the big question is… why did they advertise to undergrad schools recruiting for the tech spots? he said if i really want to work there, to keep following up and bugging him… there are always part time spots, and volunteers depending on the grants that go through etc. but hello?! i need to find a job that is going to pay me. so i dunno what i’m going to do. i’m supposed to email him and tell him why i’m great. so…i’ll do that, and keep bugging him and see what happens. time for plan b… anyone wanna tell me what plan b is?
oh, and the sleep lab… TOTALLY NOT WHAT I EXPECTED… i was thinking control room, 1 way mirror or a glass window… hospital type bed they get hooked up to. NOT! it’s called a “sleep suite”…and it’s nicer than my house. there’s a kitchen, glass topped eating table, leather furniture, tv, vcr, 2 bedrooms with queen beds, nice fluffy pillows, 300ct sheets (yes they pointed this out to me, cuz i almost know what that means)….yeah. it’s super.
blah, i want that job. i guess the bright side is i won’t have to be working nights wherever i end up finding a job.
2. i wish, just once, someone would give me correct driving directions. it’s a really good thing that my class got out at 2 instead of 2:30… left at quarter after, headed up to rochester. followed his exact directions…had me turn right off the East Henrietta exit….WRONG…i ended up in Rush… which is like a 15 min BACKTRACK…so had to turn around. ended up being 5 or so minutes late. and besides that, i could have gone on to the west henrietta exit, instead of the east, and been like RIGHT THERE! but whatever…
3. my dad reads my blog regularly. that’s not happy lol.
4. oooh myyyy goddd…. new rolling stone magazine with Shakira on the cover… FOUR PAGE PHOTO SPREAD OF APOLO!!!!! and i’m talking SOOOOOO CUTE!!!!!!!!!! omg. totally scanning these….must turn on other comp to scan. sooooooo cute. of course back to back photos blah.
ARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
the ONE day that my housemates dont have to get up early in the morning, which means the ONE DAY they won’t wake me up, what time was i awake at?? 6 FUCKING 30!!!!!! and why was i up at 6fucking30? because of the lovely mr snow plow man scraping the pavement unbelivably horrendously loud. and then mr snow plow man decided to stop and let it run in front of our house. then go again after a few mintues. so i laid there… at 6:30 when i don’t to get up for another 2 hrs. no problem i’ll just go back to sleep, i go back to sleep more or less every day when housemates wake me up… did i get back to sleep OF FUCKING COURSE NOT!!!!!! so i spend 2 hours laying in bed thinking about how the weather must be really shitty, and the roads are gonna be horrible for when i have to drive to the hospital for my interview, and how i should probably call the guy when i leave if it’s real bad to let him know i’ll be late etc.
so i hear danielle’s alarm go off at 7:30 and i haven’t fallen back asleep. then one of the wonderful geneseo brush snow plows goes by a few times.. so i’m thinking wow, more snow plows, it must really be shitty.
so i look out the window. AND THERE IS NO FUCKING SNOW!!!!!!!!! YOU CAN SEE BARE PAVEMENT… YOU CAN SEE GRASS!!!!!! there isn’t even an inch of snow… there isn’t even half a fucking inch of snow!!!!!!!! THERE WAS ABSOLUTELY NO NEED FOR ANYONE TO BE PLOWING ANYTHING BECAUSE THERE IS NO SNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! a bit of salt may have been a good idea… BUT EVEN IF THE FIRST PLOW SALTED, THE BRUSH PLOW HAS NOW BRUSHED ALL THE SALT AWAY!
i’m going to kill someone.