So, we are still on tenuous service until then. Whenever THAT is.
Other than the great internet hunt, I have been a complete and utter slug. It doesn't help that EVERY SINGLE TIME I step foot outdoors, something bites me and leaves an itchy spot somewhere inconvenient.
By katyelliot.com Pick one, it's probably taken a bite out of me!
Like behind my knees. Or on a spot that should have been impenetrable by the complete coverage of the ginormous Granny panties I find so sexy! So, I spend the day with an ice pack trying to freeze myself into comfort. And as I render myself completely numb, I work on my (current edition) ACT books. Funny how trying to use rusty 30 year old geometry information can make you sweat even as you sit on a block of ice!
I also spend an inordinate amount of time playing computer games. But that's what summer vacation is for, right?? Dulling your mind with electronic entertainment?? If so, I am well ahead of the power curve.
I went into school to review my program score sheet... just to torture myself a bit more. I already knew where I stood educationally, but wanted to see my interview results. And some of them were surprising.
Over all, I scored pretty good, but there were a few line items that stumped me. Like "communication skills." I didn't score as well as I would have expected. One would have thought that my frequent use of "you know" and "fer sure" would have garnered me some points. Do you think they took some off for saying "awesome" and "groovy" too many times?
Then there was "knowledge of the professional field." I really scored badly here. I would have thought that blathering on about all the job shadowing I did, and what I found interesting in the latest issue of the organization newsletter would suffice. So, I plan to set up an appointment with the clinical director, who conducted the interview, to
Finally, and this one really hurts, there was "clean and professional appearance." Let's see... I had SHOWERED and WASHED MY HAIR. I was wearing a SUIT, complemented with tasteful, understated JEWELRY. I had on MAKEUP, had PLUCKED MY EYEBROWS, and was wearing coordinating HEELS and HANDBAG. My hair was in a tasteful, if boring BUN, my nails were swiped with a muted BEIGE nail polish, and I was carrying a leather notebook to write down answers to the questions I had for them. What more did they want?!?! Do you think the Carmen Miranda, fruit-basket HAT was over the top?? Should I skip that next time??
So, guess what I am saying is that I am still feeling a bit sorry for myself, and hiding out wasting my life until I feel better. Which, I promise will come... as soon as I win the lottery or the Publisher's Clearing House sweepstakes. Either one. I don't care!