Journal Entry
As promiosed, a continuation of yesterdays entry: My Hands Hurt! The reason for this is manifold; they hurt because of many small injuries, such as puncture wounds, splinters and burns; and a few major ones, like the drill-hole in my index finger and the deep knife-wound on the fleshy part of my right thumb.
And they are extremely tired. Right now, I find that it's really hard to make a fist. My grip is mostly gone, due to overexertion. Besides, when I try to make a fist... my hands hurt.
OK, enough of the hands.
Well, except for this: my hands hurt when I type. So you must consider the sacrifice that I'm making, typing this shit up. Remember that before you email me about my latest typo...
I finally got the last joint to hold last night, and I got to bed about 01:30. I was still laying there at 02:00 when Karen got up to go to the bathroom. I begged for a backrub when she got back, and then I almost immediately went to sleep.
And I got up this morning at 05:55. No, I don't know why, I just did. Watched the sun rise... or rather, the prelude. It hasn't actually risen yet, but it's pretty light out.
And speaking of the outside... it's gonna be another beautiful day. We've had a good long string of them since I've been off, and my hands sure do hurt.
Today... I've got a dentist appointment at 08:00, finally gonna get that permanent crown put on. I tried taking the tempory one out Sunday night, but it was in too tight and I didn't feel like doing it with a pair of pliers... with my luck, I would get the wrong tooth, then I really would be fucked.
As you can tell, I'm filling in time here. I've got a lot of stuff to do, but nothing that I can do in a 30-minute time frame except sit here, so here I sit.
When I get back from the dentist, I've got a coupla hours, then at 11:00 I've got the job(s) interview at the hospital. I haven't even really thought about it, but it's the single-most important job-related thing that I've done for years. I guess that I'll just ad-lib through the panels' questions, assuming that they don't want a dissertation...
Interesting thing... for either of the jobs, I have to commit to getting a batchelors degree. I've avoided doing that for years, just on general principles (Well, OK, initially it was just general laziness...). There is a program available that will allow me to do so in 18 months. About fifteen years ago, I comped out in several major subjects, but evidently that doesn't count for anything. They need to get your money, you see...
The bastards.
Kansas is going to get a shitload of money from the tobacco companies, it seems, and they're trying to think of ways to spend it. About half of it will go to... get this... tobacco education for children. This is such a load of bullshit.
We already have a captive audience... the school system provides that. And we already have a bunch of people who are trained to educate that audience... the teachers. So, all that should be necessary to educate kids on the evils of tobacco is for each teacher, before every class, enunciates these words to his/her pupils: "Tobacco, in any form, is BAD FOR YOU! Really, really BAD FOR YOU! Don't do it!"
At which point s/he can go on and do their jobs... educating kids about other than moral issues, like the three Rs.
Ah, well, it's getting to be that time... brusha brusha brusha, with the new Ipana...
More later, after it happens...
19:03...
Got the tooth, had the interview... and I feel really good about it. There were only four people there instead of five, which disappointed me, the fifth person was a lady who I really like, although we've had difficulties in the past.
The interview was really for both positions, with the bulk of it being taken up with the supervisor position. There was only one computer guy on the panel, and I think that I impressed him with what I know... but then, I don't really know what he knows, either.
Karen was supposed to go out for lunch with Kim when she got off work, but we went with Buddy Bob and his girlfriend instead. Mexican food, and I'm still farting. I just love those refried beans...
After we got home, it was really had to generate any enthusiasm about working. For one thing, my hands are almost incapable of gripping anything. For another, my brain is not hardly functioning.
Sometimes I really worry about me... I'll get these manic spells and just utterly wear myself out, then I'm done for a few days. I wish that I wouldn't do that, life would be a lot easier...