My new license picture will look like a mug shot, but hey, I have applied for a California license successfully and now await it in the mail.

So I almost quit my job on the spot again, but then I remembered it was after 5 on a Friday, so I just left. Phew! I then met an internet date, who was perfectly pleasant but meh. Am now home.

Going home after a long day of bagging and intense bout of urgent office work after. Looking forward to opening some wine.

I am all my nerve endings on the outside and I hate it.

I know why, and it's almost on purpose (due to a project that's hard) but I told the people I was working closest with on this that I would most likely be jumpy and they said they understood. That was before the election and otherhealthstuff and everything else. I'm still trying to finish it, and no one needs extra nerves right now, despite me being over here with a very large basket of them.

I feel like retreating to the woods until this is done so I don't annoy everyone with my nerves, and I know that doing that would be a bad idea.

mmmph.

Aw, hippo, I'm sorry.

{{hippo}}

I just quit Slack so the weekend has begun.

Dear Union Memorial Hospital , It would be reaaaaaly helpful if the presurgical packets you sent out contained current info. You no longer run a perioperative clinic thingy, so don't ask me to call them to run tests required before surgery.

Dear Surgeon's admin assistant, Before you sent it out to me, an admitted surgery newbie, it woulda been helpful if you clarified whether the er did all these tests (I think so? But I don't speak medical) so I could ignore all this, considering you sent me down for a chest X-ray,"since the er didn't" or at least call me back and let me know if I need to make another appt in the next week.

All in all, small beans, but I'm a reasonably competent, privileged and together adult, and I've never done this shit before, how the fuck am I supposed to know? For folks with more challenging backgrounds, this is a recipe for fucked over and/or frustration for both patients and staff. And I've been largely impressed with Union's efficiency and process, once you are in the building. Staff has been nothing but awesome.

But someone needs to review their informational shit.

sara, I hate that kind of shit. One of my schools hasn't updated their teacher list webpage since last school year, which is less than helpful, but not anywhere near the same scale.

My bf is staying with his parents in Arizona through the holidays (I head over after the semester is done), so the house is very quiet. I have already reached the point where it is no longer a nice change of pace.

I also got my flu shot, so Longs gave me a coupon, so I did some shopping. I bought some cereal and ate some for dinner. I never get cereal since milk is so expensive.

Does anyone else mix their cereals? Like a whole bowl of frosted mini wheats sounds boring, but a whole bowl of the vanilla almond whatever sounds excessive, so a mix is nice. Just me?

I just want my fucking gallbladder and attendant monsterous stone out. It twinged me today, not cramps or pain, just hiyas Sara! I'm a problem! Feel me?

10 more days.

Also, learned that the only other history of this was my maternal grandmother. And one of my cousins in that line had hers out too, and like me, had no lifestyle explanations as to why she got hit, and hers was way younger than me (though she'd had 3 kids..)

Does anyone else mix their cereals? Like a whole bowl of frosted mini wheats sounds boring, but a whole bowl of the vanilla almond whatever sounds excessive, so a mix is nice. Just me?

Nope, I totally mix. In fact I lament my favored three cereal mix which is no longer possible.

But now I mix Trader Joe's Maple Shredded bite sized wheats with Product 19 (ideally with blueberries).