Monday, Feb. 21, 2005 - 6:51 p.m.
I should add an entry. This is what I've been telling myself for about 2 weeks now.
So, in no particular order, I present, whatever comes to my mind about the last few weeks.
I am still at the radiology center. But I must admit that I have finally gotten to see the good side of a good number of doctors there. Apparently most of them are at least polite, a few of them are really nice, and at least one specific one is a real asshole to everyone and no one likes him.
I stand by my earlier statement that no one should think their job or station makes them more worthy of being treated decently than anyone else.
I have other issues with this job. Namely that it is causing me physical pain. All day long I shuffle and staple papers. Shuffle and staple, shuffle and staple. By the end of a week, my fingers were soar and my arms somewhat....but by the end of two, there was a sharp shooting pain in my fingers and the boney area in the back of my hands every time I used my hands. And forget putting pressure on them or pushing things like doors open, searing pain in my wrist and arm.
I changed from squeezing the stapler to pounding on it, which only put pressure on my elbow, but did start to alleviate my hand/wrist pain. And, I took a day off to give myself the extra day at the end of this weekend to help them heal up since I'm certain that continueing the problematic action was not going to make it better.
So, now I'm almost ok again. But if it starts to hurt again, I'm going to ask the temp company to get me out of there. Not worth it.
Last week (exactly one week ago in fact,hmm) was Valentine's Day. Whatever.
I've never really thought of this as an important holiday. I mean, I know everyone says that, but it's true. I'd rather be with someone that appreciates me all the time rather than someone that needs this day to do it. However, I like the chocolate.
But it almost always ends up annoying me, listening to people whine about it: what they got or didn't, how they're alone, how they're not and it's stressing them out.
Jairo was in school that day. Work and school,his crazy schedule, so we spent the weekend together....like we always do, but it was nice, special.
It came off of what could be described as our first fight though, so I think we were appreciating each other even more than usual.
It wasn't a fight per se. We didn't have an argument about anything....we had an honest to goodness miscommunication.
Without going into detail, it was the first time that his not being vocal really became a problem. I misread his stressed out distance, he misread my hurt and anger, we both didn't bring it up soon enough.
Once it was talked out everything was perfect again. But it made me realize a couple of things. One, we've only been dating six months, and there are still things about each other that we don't have perfect knowledge of yet, like how one reacts about certain things. Two, we both over and underreacted for much the same reasons and fears, and there is a lot of love here.
So that weekend was spent relaxing and ignoring the rest of the world. Well, except Sunday, when we went to his friend James' house for dinner. And James showed me his high school yearbook, back when they called Jairo by a nick name and he had long hair.
Then Monday I left him a Valentine on his car so he'd get a pick-me-up between school and work. Wednesday he stopped by my place between the two just to drop off some stuff to me.
Thursday I hung out with my friend Jason (and he let me use his digital camera to make a short film for a contest). I could easily call Jason my closest friend here, and he said "I've missed you." And I realized, I've missed him too.
Something about the winter has made me a hermit. I've seen barely anyone even though I technically have more time than I used to have. And that bothers me. So I think I need to remedy that.
Jason invited me to go to a concert with him Friday night and I didn't go because I'd already planned things with Jairo (even though Jairo told me too late on Friday that I should have just mentioned it and gone). And I felt really bad after Jairo said that because I wanted to hang out with Jason and I could tell that Jason'd wanted me to come along.
Me and Jason can't seem to balance out our time to go do what he calls "crazy" stuff. When I was single, he was not, almost right after I started dating, his girlfriend broke up with him. So, next time I've definately going and Jairo has agreed that that's cool with or without him. And that makes me happy too.
This weekend we went to see Constantine. Decent movie. Not perfect, but good.
So, now back to the week. Back to the jobhunt and trying to write stuff for no pay because I want the experience and exposure, and back to debating if I want to and what I would want to go back to school for.
