Showing posts with label boring job. Show all posts
Showing posts with label boring job. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Hot-Boiled Drat...

I heard that phrase said on an episode of the Dick Van Dyke Show the other day, and I thought it was pretty darn hilarious. 

Random:  If anyone that goes to USU really needs a job, even one with very few hours, please let me know.  There are a few openings at my work that will be available to interview for on Friday.  (Two days from now!)  Anyway, let me know.  You need to be pretty computer savvy, and friendly-ish.  That's about it.

Anyway, all I want right now is to sleep.  However, I'm at work.  This isn't a great place to sleep.  A great place to sleep, though, can be found in the institute building.  It's quite peaceful there, and there are a myriad of couch/chair options.  I had myself a nice 5-10 minute power-nap this morning.  I'm a fan of power-naps.  I always over sleep and ruin the "power" part of them, but when I can get in just a brief 15 minute nap or so, I feel great!  Napping for an hour or more always makes me super groggy.

School is going fairly well thus far.  No major complaints. 

Spencer and I played racquetball yesterday, and my K-nees are K-illing me!  That's all about that.

Hmm... the only other important update that I feel I need to add to this entry is that today I'll be mailing off the very last of my law school application paper-work.  So I'll be officially done applying for law school after I get one envelope off in the mail to BYU.  SWEETNESS~~!!!

Hmm... since I've still got about 2 hours of work left, I think I shall compose a list of a sort that I haven't done in quite a long while.  A RANDOM THOUGHTS LIST!!!

  • I hate making résumés.  Really not a great activity.
  • I ate a really good cherry cheese danish this morning.  Mmm...
  • I just randomly got the song with the phone number "867-5309" stuck in my head.  Or, I guess I should say, I got the chorus for said song stuck in my head.
  • I feel for the people in Haiti.  I wish I could actually go there and do something to help out.  I think it's great to donate money and all, but really I wish I could actually physically help, ya know?
  • I really want to go to Africa.  If I can't get a decent internship this summer, or don't land any other great job, I really want to volunteer for an international aid group or something for the summer.  That would be a dream come true.
  • My friend said a word the other day to describe gross stuff (like skuzz, or goobers, or whatever) that I think is DISGUSTING sounding, but perfect for said definition.  The word?  Bonch.
  • 867-5-30 NIIYINE...
  • I hate when my leg starts bouncing involuntarily and I can't control it.  I'm sure other people around me hate it, too.
  • I just had a craving for a sausage egg Mcmuffin!  Gross...
  • Some people look cool.
  • BONCH!
  • There's some dude that keeps wandering around by the front door of the lab... what a weirdo.
  • I don't think I should be allowed to call other people weird.  Besides, he just left.

K, see ya.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Oh, wow... I'm SO glad I live where I do...


Can I just say that I'm REALLY grateful for American hospitals and medical technology? How crazy is this... apparently some lady in Albania had a bullet in her cheek for 12 YEARS that she didn't know was in there. The doctor had told her that it had come out when she was shot in her sleep. Here's an excerpt from the article on BBC News:

"An Albanian woman shot in her sleep in 1997 lived for 12 years with a bullet lodged in her cheek without knowing it until it showed up on an X-ray.

Mrike Rrucaj was injured while lying in bed at a time of civil strife in Albania in 1997.

But doctors told her the bullet passed straight through her cheek and simply patched up her wound.

The truth was discovered a week ago when she collapsed in pain, and the 2.8cm-long bullet was eventually found."

Not only am I blessed for living in a country where I can get the best medical attention possible, but I'm also blessed to live in a country where I don't run a high risk of being a victim of violence in the first place.

While I'm on this subject... I was at work the other night thinking about what a blessing my job is. Sure I'm making pretty close to minimum wage and can only work a few hours a week, but according to a report by The Independent Institute an average hourly wage that "compare[s] favorably with the average standard of living" in Bangladesh is 13¢ an hour! They have difficult sweatshop-labor jobs, too. I just have to answer questions, swipe cards, and grab printouts a few times an hour. It would take a person in Bangladesh about 57 hours of tough monotonous labor to earn what I get in an HOUR! I hope I remember this the second I think to ever complain about my pay, hours, or how boring my job is.

Anyway, just reminders of blessings I should count every day. K... see ya.