"So Much of Nursing Revolves Around Poop." ~Elizabeth
I had a delightful weekend. Both Elizabeth and Sarah's visits are greatly appreciated. We consumed large amounts of pizza, watched many DVDs and had some good conversations.
Sunday I had my first incident of a customer stopping me on the street. I was minding my own business, listening to my tunes and walking to work. A man stood in the middle of the sidewalk, talking. Of course I couldn't hear him due to my tunes so I had to commit to the conversation by taking off my headphones.
"You're Michele! You work in the cafe!"
Oh boy. Curse the nametag I'm required to wear!
I no likey strange men knowing who I am-ie.
By the end of our brief interaction, the man was asking for my e-mail address, which I politely refused.
Don't get me wrong, I've run into customers on the sidewalk before. I'm fine with a smile and a nod, but extensive interactions freak me out.
Anyway, Sunday was crazy at work. And after I had to stay for a staff meeting that lasted for three hours. So I didn't get home until Midnight. What fun that was!
Monday was uneventful. I did get my insides torn out by a bad critique of one of my chapters though. Sucked. The students enjoyed it, but the prof went crazy recommending major changes. I guess I had gotten used to the chapters from the new version going over well. It makes me nervous about the next several chapters that I already have rough drafts of. I think the prof will hate them for the same reasons.
I have a paper due today. It's written and edited and everything but I feel like my argument is weak, we're talking no muscles, anorexic, skinny girl weak. Talking with the prof about papers in the past hasn't been helpful, so I think I'll just have to hand it in tonight and pray that I'm wrong.
Sunday I had my first incident of a customer stopping me on the street. I was minding my own business, listening to my tunes and walking to work. A man stood in the middle of the sidewalk, talking. Of course I couldn't hear him due to my tunes so I had to commit to the conversation by taking off my headphones.
"You're Michele! You work in the cafe!"
Oh boy. Curse the nametag I'm required to wear!
I no likey strange men knowing who I am-ie.
By the end of our brief interaction, the man was asking for my e-mail address, which I politely refused.
Don't get me wrong, I've run into customers on the sidewalk before. I'm fine with a smile and a nod, but extensive interactions freak me out.
Anyway, Sunday was crazy at work. And after I had to stay for a staff meeting that lasted for three hours. So I didn't get home until Midnight. What fun that was!
Monday was uneventful. I did get my insides torn out by a bad critique of one of my chapters though. Sucked. The students enjoyed it, but the prof went crazy recommending major changes. I guess I had gotten used to the chapters from the new version going over well. It makes me nervous about the next several chapters that I already have rough drafts of. I think the prof will hate them for the same reasons.
I have a paper due today. It's written and edited and everything but I feel like my argument is weak, we're talking no muscles, anorexic, skinny girl weak. Talking with the prof about papers in the past hasn't been helpful, so I think I'll just have to hand it in tonight and pray that I'm wrong.
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