Just finished HBO’s Phil Spector. Holy hell, that guy was a certifiable quack. But a musical genius..
Case in point, I’m downloading the Ronettes as we speak.
Did I mention I work retail no mo’?
It feels weird that I’ll never have to clean a fitting room or pitch a credit card application to a customer ever again. But I shan’t miss it. The only thing I’ll miss is a regular paycheck. At least for a year. But those paychecks will seem cute compared to what awaits me.
Teresa texted me and asked when I was working this weekend to plan our Doctor Who marathon. What’s sad is that I actually had to think about it for a minute.
Not that I’m complainin’…
Final payment went through on my Corolla, and the maintenance check was free - of both problems and cost. My girl has always been faithful to me.
Went to take my jolly self to Target (both a blessing and a curse). I was wandering around the cosmetics department when my aunt/godmother rushes up and hugs me. I tell her all about the program I’m in, what an amazing adventure and opportunity I’ve been granted and how phenomenal my instructor is.
Long story short - I’ll be taking the physics component of my boards, oh, within a month as opposed to … next year.
I start my clinical rotations with a perinatologist next month, as well. I’m already nervous as hell - being a student, observing this career path I’ve chosen. But somehow my instructor believes me suited for high-risk OB. If she has that confidence in me….
This is going to be horrendous, exhausting and a lot of fun.
“New rule: Colin Firth has to admit that he’s not a human being but a robot designed by women as the perfect man. He’s handsome, charming, witty; he’s got that accent and a gay best friend. The only way he could be any better is if he ejaculated Haagen Dazs.” - Bill Maher