Thursday #34 – for the first Thursday in quite a while I
kicked off the day in my own bed. After
lots of snoozing and a text from M-Dizzle (who was downstairs in the same house
at the time) I finally got myself out of bed and briefly got my exercise on. With that out of the way I hit the shower
before getting ready for clinic later in the afternoon.
M-Dizzle and I had a joint interview at uni that morning
with The Slightly-Less-Evil-Corporate-Giant-In-The-Optometry-World. I was ready for clinic and planned to take my
laptop and a bunch of things to uni to get done between interview and clinic;
M-Dizzle was dressed for a fancy pants interview. Ready to leave we looked at other, exchanged
“are you wearing that?!”s and I quickly ran upstairs to change out of my clinic
shirt after being convinced we could come home between commitments.
The interview did not go amazingly by anyone’s
standards. The two chicks interviewing
us didn’t seem overly excited about us and we were not overly excited about
working for them. With only one job in
Sydney on offer (and calling Penrith Sydney is being rather generous, just don't tell The Tradie I said that) neither
of us we’re jumping out of our skin at the opportunity. It was a somewhat depressing start to the day
– we weren’t expecting to come out of the morning with job offers but we also
weren’t expecting to hear there were no jobs in Sydney. Unemployment is looking better everyday.
After forging a quick signature for ethics approval of a
research project, we headed home to be productive and get lots of case reports
done before our afternoon of clinic.
Instead, I re-formatted my CV to look less like M-Dizzle’s (and a lot
more like The Hot One’s), filled in a lengthy Graduate Aspirational Analysis for The
Most-Evil-Corporate-Giant-In-The-Optometry-World, and wondered why they wanted
to know my relationship status. Chatting
to DTM at the time I mentioned this and was told to put down single. His other suggestion of writing “it’s complicated”
probably wouldn’t go down very well with prospective employers. Apparently his logic was that being single
would score me points in the job hiring world but it certainly did not score
him any points in my world!
After feeling like a massive sell-out and arranging an
interview for next week, I made some lunch (bagel and eggs Barbados breakfast
style) and once again got dressed for clinic.
M-Dizzle was entranced in an episode of Glee (I was less interested after The BH&G Fan had a dream that
the cast of Glee had murdered me) and
completely lost track of time, telling me to leave without her as there was no
sense in us both being late to clinic.
She had a point. Or so we
thought.
I got myself to clinic and was ready to go by 1pm when the
first lot of patients are scheduled to arrive.
I watched as other people were given patients ahead of me, and wondered
why I had bothered rushing in.
Eventually we gave up on the 1.00 round and headed back to our rooms to
wait it out for the next lot of patients to arrive at 2.30. The Drawing Receptionist came and handed us
patient files at 2.15 and as The Italian and I read over them, The Not Much
Older Than Me Supervisor came and took them off us. She reallocated them to other students and we
continued to wait for it to be our turn to have patients. We waited and waited
and eventually gave up and left to go have coffee with The Greek Jesus.
We hung around for our tute and then M-Dizzle and I headed
home, discussing the bizarre effect her dyed red locks had had on her, mentally
and emotionally. I cooked up some Latina
Fresh with pesto for dinner and thought of both Legs 11 and The Italian in the
process. After dinner it was time to
catch up on some downloads, watch some TV, and once again set-up DTM’s extra
ipad so that I can play draw something on a reasonable sized screen. With that all out of the way, I somehow wasted hours looking online at ecards and damnyouautocorrect...it's amazing how much time I can devote to these activities when I have uni work I should be doing.
A particularly frustrating Thursday as it was my 3rd
day in a row of turning up to clinic and not seeing any patients. It’s hard to maintain my newfound amazingness
in clinic when I don’t actually do any clinic.
With one Thursday left for semester 1, I’m hoping it’s an improvement
but not holding my breath.
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