Black Professional: They Just Don't Understand...

Try as I might my fellow residents will never know what I'm going through.

This shouldn't come as a surprise to me, especially since this is just another time in my life with the same old "whuh" mentality from those around me.

And TalkShowJohn...well, he's hella funny, but just as hella good at sticking his foot in his mouth. Today, at the final breakfast, him and the Chupper made a joke about some Body Shop lotion in a car outside, without realizing that it was mine. Of course I made a joke about being ashy to try to dispell the weird tension around their mocking it's presence but no one at the table save Jules even knew what I meant by "ashy."

And no one understood where I was coming from when I complained about the ER. Instead of just shutting the fuck up and letting me vent, I heard things like, "it wasn't so bad, you get to meet all kinds of new people (which I don't fucking care about.) Or "wow, you're gonna have a hard time in residency." Or even worse "well, you just gotta suck it up cuz there's nothing we can do about it."

To which I respond: I'll be goddamned.

Anyway, other than that, it was fun running across the hillside and taking beautiful pictures of everyone. And the scenery was magnificent...it's even more pretty in the pictures than I remember it being at the time.

Upon coming back to the house, I finally got my modem and the Kirby people cleaned the living room carpet as a demonstration. Granted, they did their very best to sell that 1800 vacuum to me, but I just don't have room in the budget. Hell, I even showed them my budget just to prove it to them. Eventually they backed down, but the salesman that actually did all the work looked more than pissed and disappointed.

Volleyball tonight was okay, and I think I have a bit of a crush on WEB just because he's really good and he's cute and he's humble and he's probably 45. I don't know what it is, but older men are just hawt. :) Not that younger guys ain't...But everything today has been tempered by the fact that I'm going back into the hell hole with 8 more shifts to go, 5 of them being the overnight 7pm to 7am shift. I don't do night shifts which is why I hate fucking taking call. It's gonna suck, but what can you do?

It's called formal constructively critical complaints...these bitches ain't go know what hit 'em...