I just love headaches the size of Africa.
Ohhhh hooo hoo.
I figure I owe an update to my blogging world, as most of my latest posts had been about Lj, Lj, or politics. Heh...
(NOT "anyways," one of my co-workers and I had a discussion about that...non-word...during which I remembered the abhorrence I have for such a false word.)
I love my job.
Reasons why I love it:
1. I love the people I work with. (The doctor, the other clinical assistants, etc.)
2. It is extremely fast paced, which keeps me busy, and makes the day go faster.
3. It pays well.
4. It gives me a sense of fulfillment-- I actually feel like I am helping people.
5. Did I mention I love the people I work with?
The first, well, 2 days were ultra-hard, but I am learning little by little, and every day it gets better. I already feel like I am a small part of the team. It's great.
ALSO, today we had staff meeting, and we took the afternoon off to go to lunch, paid for by the doctor. Yes. This is good.
School is also wonderful. I am always one step ahead of myself with my homework, my studying is fine, and for some reason, my professors love me this semester. It's awesome.
ANNNND, I got a letter from a one Leland James last Friday. It was such a goooood letter. I miss him so much, and love him so much. He is such a good missionary. I'm so proud of him.
I have a ten-oclock bed time. It's... pathetic... but absolutely necessary. And I always abide by it. Try me.
I listen to Italian learning tracks to and from Provo every day to retain and refresh my current intelligence in the Italian language. I can hardly wait to live in the FLAC.
And now I will say goodnight.
And go die.
In my bed.
Until 6 tomorrow morning.
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