Yesterday the boys read Magic, Witchcraft and Religion plus a knitting how-to book. Today it was How to Say It. They're just so damn smart. Oddly enough they didn't chew up the books but simply pulled them off the shelf. Buster hid one of the books under the living room rug though. Weirdos.
My dad was watching Radiohead on tv the other day and sort of liked it. RAD. Then my mom said she hated it. Growl. Now he's getting an Iphone. I swear he's going to be more of a hipster than that dude you always see in tight faded black jeans, a mexian western style button up w/pearl buttons shirt and greasy hair in the Waterloo check out line. He's got those cool black retro glasses too. WTF? I swear if he says to me, "have you heard the new Tv on the Radio?", I'm going to pass out. Which by the way is a great album. A lot less weird and more pop.
I'm totally annoyed with work. This super cool/smart chick that builds our shows on the ticketing system for us, quit. No one fought to keep her hard working brilliant ass so my boss, a co-worker and myself are learning to build shows. Literally from scratch. When you go to a ticketing website and see all the maps and choose your tickets and read all the messages on the pages and so on, that's just a part of what I've been learning this week. Remember I'm not a tech type employee. Selling tickets and doing all the other shit I do takes effort and knowledge but a well trained monkey could do it. Now I'm learning html and all sorts of other intricate software, stuff. Seriously, I don't know what to call it. My head spins a little when I do it or think about it. Or dream it. (sad) It's not like I don't get it but it's so much information I'm starting to feel like a little old lady that needs you slow down and REALLY explain what the web address is saying with all those characters. It reminds me of that movie Outsourced. All of a sudden it's like I'm just a robot and very easily replacable. Damn I wish I had real talent. I want to be a professional syncronized swimmer or something. Why can't Ecover sponsor me? Huh?
My gastrointerologist is a tiny, oddly dressed, round spectacle wearing dork. He's a nice guy but I didn't learn anything I didn't regurgitate or know. Although when watching him read my lab work and then assessing it and knowing what it adds up to was impressing. I wasn't impressed for a doctor but impressed in general. Just thinking about how much he has to know on a moments notice about the technical and then translate to the individual is astounding. There's a lot of organs he's in charge of, you know? There are so many diseases, conditions and factors that I cannot imagine how pathetic his life must be. I wish I was a doctor but I came to the conclusion long ago that I'm not smart enough. Well, I am but I'd have to work harder than the average med student. And I'm not passionate or motivated enough. Once you become a doctor and really understand your specialty you have to constantly read charts and pop quiz, you better get it right. Plus keep up w/new technology, research, take tons of work home blah blah. How do they do it? The human mind is unbelievable. That's all I was getting at. Oh and it was a waste of time for me to see him until I have another sono or ct which will happen in November with the oncologist. So then I'm going to see him in December. No birth control. All the alcohol I want and need.
Back to work.
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