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Yesterday was my last day in the lab. It wasn't until later that day that they had changed it to my last one there. I was ecstatic. To celebrate, I rumaged through the labcoats in search of a new one that would make me appear as though I were going out in style.
Success was achieved! Perfection in an odd sense. I found a chef's coat that read "Heritage Gardens Catering." I had worn this coat before but it was taken from me by authority figures. It had to have been fate that brought me back to this wonderful piece of cloth that was carelessly mixed up in our company laundry service. I put it on and it fit perfectly. I could go as far as to say that it was made for me!
It was a rather slow day and I decided that it was time for me to strut around one last time as if I owned the place. I got myself a nice cup of hot chocolate and decided to drink it in the lab itself. That is a violation on so many levels. And yet the only thing that could be achieved for such a violation would be to fire me. The odds were stacked in my favor. Fate smiled upon me.
As I sat back in my chef's coat, smuggly sipping my hot chocolate, reminiscing about my past experiences there, I realized that day was truly made for me. But then the ogres of management decided to walk in and check on my progress. My happiness was in severe jeopardy. But alas it was much too late for me to do anything. They demanded I take off the chef's coat. Corporate jargon slandered my good name. (unprofressional, inappropriate, not suitable, and yes even incompetent) The coat was taken from me and I was helpless. I wondered if I had maybe had the chef's hat maybe things would have been different. Maybe they would have thought it funny and let me go on the count of it being my last day. No such luck on my part. They may have stole a piece of my dignity but they didn't steal my spirit. I managed to hide the hot chocolate behind a computer. After the ogres were out of sight, I enjoyed my hot chocolate thoroughly. It seemed to taste sweeter knowing that I had gotten away with it.
The day came to an uneventful end and I believe a smile crept across my face as I left a note on the whiteboard that said "Johnny was here, Johnny was there, Johnny was everywhere. I'm watching you!"
Alta View Hospital will never be the same again.
Saturday, January 20, 2007
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Mistakes Aren't the Same as Weaknesses
It's interesting how I have felt this week. It's the beginning of a new semester and I've never felt so charged to just get it over with. I think a sense of responsibility is overcoming me that I have only rarely felt. Not that I'm irresponsible, but I suppose it's in a different sense that I feel like I'm taking control of an aspect of my life. My future.
My classes are simple this semester. They are just ridiculously pointless and full of busy work. It doesn't worry me so much. I know I can do it. I just want to get it over with so I can go to the U and start working on something I actually want to do. More than ever do I realize what that is.
My sister had taken 2 trips in a row to the emergency room this week. Just out of no where she had trouble breathing. Her skin got puffy and she had severe abdominal pain. Her mental status changed. I was the first one to notice when I walked into her room when I heard her breathing heavily. She was panicked and scared. I sat her up and so she could breathe better and got my dad. We both didn't know what was wrong. The only thing we could think of was an allergic reaction to the muscle relaxer she took after she injured her leg swimming on her high school swim team. There wasn't much I could do. I used all the skills I had as an EMT I could remember. When it comes down to it, the skills you learn aren't a lot if you're just basic trained. My dad thought it was nothing and that we could take care of it, but I insisted on the going to the ER. I convinced him and we left to Alta View Hospital. The doctor didn't know what was wrong because the allergic reaction seemed unlikely by that point. We thought it was something viral. My sister was tough. She stayed in the hospital for 9 hours. The doctors had no idea what was wrong, but they knew enough to get her stable and she was fine. The next day, she had a reaction again without the use of medicine. We went to the ER again and they still had no idea. At first they thought meningitis but that was ruled out. They just gave her some drugs and she recovered quickly. She's fine now. But I remember how scared I was watching my sister on a hospital bed shake and jolt involuntarily while struggling to breathe. I was so scared. I was scared because there was nothing I could do. I felt so helpless in my abilities to help. It was much like the time I volunteered at Pioneer Valley Hospital as an EMT. I felt so limited in my abilities to help. It's worse feeling helpless when it's your own family. There was nothing I could do, and incidentally there was no diagnosis for what had happened. Even though the treatments worked, the worst-case scenarios ran through my head. I wanted to do everything I could to help. But there wasn't a damn thing I could have done with what I knew. It was nice to know that I knew most of the staff at the hospital so they tried extra hard knowing it was my sister. But there was a few things that weren't done both visits. It's even harder to see people treat someone when you have an idea on how things are supposed to go. I had never been so inspired in my life to be a doctor. I wanted to know what was happening. An idea. Anything. Most of all, I just wanted to help.
It's my personal resolve to become a doctor. I don't care if to some people that seems unrealistic for me or not. Whatever I become, I want to become someone that's capable of helping others. I want to be the best. I want sincerely want to do this because I care. I may not have all the answers, but I feel like I can at least live knowing that I did everything I could the best I knew how.
And that is the life update from me.
The first blog of 2007 from me.
And my 50th blog entry. Crazy ay?
My classes are simple this semester. They are just ridiculously pointless and full of busy work. It doesn't worry me so much. I know I can do it. I just want to get it over with so I can go to the U and start working on something I actually want to do. More than ever do I realize what that is.
My sister had taken 2 trips in a row to the emergency room this week. Just out of no where she had trouble breathing. Her skin got puffy and she had severe abdominal pain. Her mental status changed. I was the first one to notice when I walked into her room when I heard her breathing heavily. She was panicked and scared. I sat her up and so she could breathe better and got my dad. We both didn't know what was wrong. The only thing we could think of was an allergic reaction to the muscle relaxer she took after she injured her leg swimming on her high school swim team. There wasn't much I could do. I used all the skills I had as an EMT I could remember. When it comes down to it, the skills you learn aren't a lot if you're just basic trained. My dad thought it was nothing and that we could take care of it, but I insisted on the going to the ER. I convinced him and we left to Alta View Hospital. The doctor didn't know what was wrong because the allergic reaction seemed unlikely by that point. We thought it was something viral. My sister was tough. She stayed in the hospital for 9 hours. The doctors had no idea what was wrong, but they knew enough to get her stable and she was fine. The next day, she had a reaction again without the use of medicine. We went to the ER again and they still had no idea. At first they thought meningitis but that was ruled out. They just gave her some drugs and she recovered quickly. She's fine now. But I remember how scared I was watching my sister on a hospital bed shake and jolt involuntarily while struggling to breathe. I was so scared. I was scared because there was nothing I could do. I felt so helpless in my abilities to help. It was much like the time I volunteered at Pioneer Valley Hospital as an EMT. I felt so limited in my abilities to help. It's worse feeling helpless when it's your own family. There was nothing I could do, and incidentally there was no diagnosis for what had happened. Even though the treatments worked, the worst-case scenarios ran through my head. I wanted to do everything I could to help. But there wasn't a damn thing I could have done with what I knew. It was nice to know that I knew most of the staff at the hospital so they tried extra hard knowing it was my sister. But there was a few things that weren't done both visits. It's even harder to see people treat someone when you have an idea on how things are supposed to go. I had never been so inspired in my life to be a doctor. I wanted to know what was happening. An idea. Anything. Most of all, I just wanted to help.
It's my personal resolve to become a doctor. I don't care if to some people that seems unrealistic for me or not. Whatever I become, I want to become someone that's capable of helping others. I want to be the best. I want sincerely want to do this because I care. I may not have all the answers, but I feel like I can at least live knowing that I did everything I could the best I knew how.
And that is the life update from me.
The first blog of 2007 from me.
And my 50th blog entry. Crazy ay?
Monday, January 1, 2007
The Last Blog of 2006
At long last we have reached the end of 2006. In celebration, many of you are planning on getting so wasted that the average Irish drunk would seem like a pansy. Some of you are planning on watching other people have fun on tv at big city parades and Times Square. Unfortunately, I'm not one of those people. I'm one of the saps that got suckered into coming into work early. As of such, I have very little else to do but reflect upon the year that was a blur to me.
Everything seemed to happen all at once. I vaguely remember celebrating the coming of this year. Jeff, RJ and I drove around looking for a party only to be demoted to lighting our illegal fireworks at some girls house. A cameo appearance was made by Matt. After that I remember the Belgium Waffle in and thoughts of stealing Brennon's hot tub for the night. (Don't worry Brennon, Jeff and I were too tired and cold to go through with it) After that, the year rolled in slowly. I purchased my VW bus 5 days later and drove it with pride. My hair was shaggy and music was something I thought I could still do for a living. I hated my dietary job more and more as days went. I struggled to get over a red-headed girl whom I knew it could have never worked with in the first place. I was torn knowing my feelings were wasted and my strength to have done something about it earlier was flawed. I would feel this way for months till I left my old job. I started to hang out with my oldest friend Kyle for a bit. I got drunk for the first time at his house on January, Friday the 13th. (creepy that I still remember) From there, I continued on with my college Spring semester. It was probably my best semester to date. I remember parties at Jared's and adventures with Lincoln. I remember RJ's retrun to Utah. I remember girls that came and went. I broke hearts without meaning to and in turn, feeling almost as bad as they did. Maddie came and stayed and saw the mess that is Utah. I remember applying for job after job, interview after interview with hopeless results. Day after day, hating my job and the people in charge of it. I remember how big Local was to me. Giving me a place to go, giving me something to do. Giving me the opportunity to meet new people and hear new music. The memories there were endless. I remember the end of Spring and the inevitable fading of Kyle again. A random adventure to Evanston directly after work with Jeff and Ian. A stop for fireworks and another stop for cloves. I remember the summer with a boys night out that was unforgettable. Minus Jeffrey. Booze, pictures, non-homosexual nudity, the famous "Dr. Phil" speech, and guns. Surely a night to remember with Matt, RJ, Joe, Brennon and Gerald. Another addition to the Warped Tour memories. Farmers tans and burns. And my heat sickness and peeing on a building at Subway. I'll never forget the day I exploded at my boss for being such an arrogant, low-life retard. I'll never forget my anger and hate. I'll always be thankful that the day after that, I got a new job. I remember my last day there. Joel and David. The final Dude Crew. I know that there is a few I will still miss, but I'm glad I'm gone. I vividly remember the party for it. Rj's engagement. "It." The last adventure with my bus, and more drunken phonecalls. I remember nights standing on top of my favorite point, wondering when I would find a girl, when it would get better, would I become anything? I loved the many nights in front of my house when Jeff and I would sit out in his car and talk about everything for hours. It didn't matter how many times a week or how many hours we did this. We always had something to talk about. Something to think about. I remember Allred and John's advice and the final closing of Local. I unfortunately remember the underage drinking ticket and the events that led to it. I remember puking then passing out in Jeff's backseat while Kevin took pictures. (bastard) I remember the BBQ at my house and the adventure after to look at "devil worshippers." Autumn was freaked out and the majority of us grew tired of the antics. I remember the start of my EMT class and the hope it brought. I remember meeting Nicole for the 3rd time. My new job was more stressful then I had hoped and Douchebag only made it worse. I remember a trip to Belgium Waffle in and a city made entirely of condiments and cups. That was one of the days that inspired Good Thursday. And somehow during all this Nicole was the girl that restored my trust in another girl after 3 years of dodging that. She became the girl I've always wanted but thought impossible to have. She came along and showed me that anything is possible. I remember a laid back Halloween and an opportunity for another new job, this time in radiology. I hated the rough start of November and celebrated my 20th birthday being sick beyond reason. Kevin bought me Wendy's with a vague hope of seeing me vomit it back up. (sick bastard) I freshly remember the end of finals and the beginning of Hot Tub Sunday with Brennon.
This is a very fullfilling year as opposed to 2005. Which was pretty much a time of graduating high school, trying to figure out self, and dodging relationships. I hope all of you noticed what made this year. It was you. The people reading. The people who were indirectly and directly involved with all this. This has probably been one of my better years. I hope that 2006 was just as rewarding for you as it was for me, despite the hard times. I've learned a lot this year. Not only about myself, but about life in general. How to deal with things. A better view of what I truly want out of my life, such a view I've been questioning for quite some time.
It is in my sincerest hope that this coming year of 2007 brings us all the great memories and happiness we hope every year can bring. I hope that what we learn this year we can carry with us the next. I hope the memories we gain will be the ones we can look back on and maybe one day share with our children and other close friends. In short...
Happy New Year!
Everything seemed to happen all at once. I vaguely remember celebrating the coming of this year. Jeff, RJ and I drove around looking for a party only to be demoted to lighting our illegal fireworks at some girls house. A cameo appearance was made by Matt. After that I remember the Belgium Waffle in and thoughts of stealing Brennon's hot tub for the night. (Don't worry Brennon, Jeff and I were too tired and cold to go through with it) After that, the year rolled in slowly. I purchased my VW bus 5 days later and drove it with pride. My hair was shaggy and music was something I thought I could still do for a living. I hated my dietary job more and more as days went. I struggled to get over a red-headed girl whom I knew it could have never worked with in the first place. I was torn knowing my feelings were wasted and my strength to have done something about it earlier was flawed. I would feel this way for months till I left my old job. I started to hang out with my oldest friend Kyle for a bit. I got drunk for the first time at his house on January, Friday the 13th. (creepy that I still remember) From there, I continued on with my college Spring semester. It was probably my best semester to date. I remember parties at Jared's and adventures with Lincoln. I remember RJ's retrun to Utah. I remember girls that came and went. I broke hearts without meaning to and in turn, feeling almost as bad as they did. Maddie came and stayed and saw the mess that is Utah. I remember applying for job after job, interview after interview with hopeless results. Day after day, hating my job and the people in charge of it. I remember how big Local was to me. Giving me a place to go, giving me something to do. Giving me the opportunity to meet new people and hear new music. The memories there were endless. I remember the end of Spring and the inevitable fading of Kyle again. A random adventure to Evanston directly after work with Jeff and Ian. A stop for fireworks and another stop for cloves. I remember the summer with a boys night out that was unforgettable. Minus Jeffrey. Booze, pictures, non-homosexual nudity, the famous "Dr. Phil" speech, and guns. Surely a night to remember with Matt, RJ, Joe, Brennon and Gerald. Another addition to the Warped Tour memories. Farmers tans and burns. And my heat sickness and peeing on a building at Subway. I'll never forget the day I exploded at my boss for being such an arrogant, low-life retard. I'll never forget my anger and hate. I'll always be thankful that the day after that, I got a new job. I remember my last day there. Joel and David. The final Dude Crew. I know that there is a few I will still miss, but I'm glad I'm gone. I vividly remember the party for it. Rj's engagement. "It." The last adventure with my bus, and more drunken phonecalls. I remember nights standing on top of my favorite point, wondering when I would find a girl, when it would get better, would I become anything? I loved the many nights in front of my house when Jeff and I would sit out in his car and talk about everything for hours. It didn't matter how many times a week or how many hours we did this. We always had something to talk about. Something to think about. I remember Allred and John's advice and the final closing of Local. I unfortunately remember the underage drinking ticket and the events that led to it. I remember puking then passing out in Jeff's backseat while Kevin took pictures. (bastard) I remember the BBQ at my house and the adventure after to look at "devil worshippers." Autumn was freaked out and the majority of us grew tired of the antics. I remember the start of my EMT class and the hope it brought. I remember meeting Nicole for the 3rd time. My new job was more stressful then I had hoped and Douchebag only made it worse. I remember a trip to Belgium Waffle in and a city made entirely of condiments and cups. That was one of the days that inspired Good Thursday. And somehow during all this Nicole was the girl that restored my trust in another girl after 3 years of dodging that. She became the girl I've always wanted but thought impossible to have. She came along and showed me that anything is possible. I remember a laid back Halloween and an opportunity for another new job, this time in radiology. I hated the rough start of November and celebrated my 20th birthday being sick beyond reason. Kevin bought me Wendy's with a vague hope of seeing me vomit it back up. (sick bastard) I freshly remember the end of finals and the beginning of Hot Tub Sunday with Brennon.
This is a very fullfilling year as opposed to 2005. Which was pretty much a time of graduating high school, trying to figure out self, and dodging relationships. I hope all of you noticed what made this year. It was you. The people reading. The people who were indirectly and directly involved with all this. This has probably been one of my better years. I hope that 2006 was just as rewarding for you as it was for me, despite the hard times. I've learned a lot this year. Not only about myself, but about life in general. How to deal with things. A better view of what I truly want out of my life, such a view I've been questioning for quite some time.
It is in my sincerest hope that this coming year of 2007 brings us all the great memories and happiness we hope every year can bring. I hope that what we learn this year we can carry with us the next. I hope the memories we gain will be the ones we can look back on and maybe one day share with our children and other close friends. In short...
Happy New Year!
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