OH SHIT, IT'S DR. TRAN!

And I realized it's been a while since I made an update of any substance. To make things easier to follow, I think I'll do a numerated list.

1. The job search thing. I haven't had an interview since the last one, which had the same result as the one before it. This means I've had a whopping 2 interviews in the 2 months since I graduated. Part of the problem is that I'm a new graduate, and there's a bias against new grads, thanks to places like Pima that churn out crappy unqualified graduates as fast as possible. I've reworked my resume though, and I'm hoping that it's more enticing to prospective employers. I'm trying not to get too depressed by the whole thing, but it aint easy.

2...well really more 1a. A buddy of mine...well, okay, a fuck buddy of mine (note to those few who aren't aware by now, I'm bi-leaning-more-to-the-gay-side), has been talking recently about his desire to move back to Santa Cruz. Well, the other day he forwards me this job posting for a position in Santa Cruz and includes the words "you get the job, and the two of us move down there and get a place together." I'm trying not to read too much into this, but that (combined with a few other things) sounds an awful lot like a proposal for living together as opposed to being just roommates. Part of me wants to ask him to clarify his intentions, but the other side is all "no you'll look retarded." Blah.

3...or 2, if you consider the previous paragraph 1a. The living by myself thing is awesome. I love only having to clean up after and deal with myself. I have this skankly neighbor chick who I think has the hots for me, and...um, ew, not even with Kevin's dick, and my upstairs neighbors have twin 2 year old boys who insist on stomping everywhere, but aside from that it's great. I think I'm happier living alone than with another person...oh dear, I think this has turned into 1b, and I've shot the numerated list all to hell. Bollocks.

Oh well, sod the numerated list. I don't think I have anything else to update anyway.

So I just heard back from Evergreen. They "decided to go with another candidate with more experience."

Blah.

I'm going to go be depressed now.

Job interview has been rescheduled for Friday morning at 11:30.

Start rubbing your rabbits foots.

So I got a phone call today. I have a job interview at 9am Wednesday. Make with the luck wishing and such as.

Also, my externship is over tomorrow and I graduate Tuesday. Finally. Now I can move on from the broke unemployed student thing to the slightly less broke employed human thing.

Well, if all goes well and I get the appropriate permissions from the appropriate instructors, I will be starting classes Monday in pursuit of an Associate of Applied Science degree in Medical Assisting. For reference, a Medical Assistant is the one who comes in at the doctor's office and takes your vital signs and medical history. I have to get permission from the instructors because the quarter started Tuesday, and yesterday was the cutoff for enrollment without instructor approval. If they all agree I'll be taking 3 classes this quarter totaling 13 credits.

This means, by next June, after working my ass off, I will have a college degree and (hopefully) a job waiting for me with a starting wage of ~$16 an hour.

Now if you'd all be so kind as to cross your rabbit's feet and rub your fingers for me.

How's this for a daunting sudden realization?

I work in a facility that builds lifesaving medical devices. Literally every device I touch during the course of my work day will, at some point in its service life, save someone's life.

Talk about heavy responsibility.

Luckily for me, the only steps I'm trained on have no bearing on the functionality of the damn things. I'm not sure I could handle the pressure of "If I fuck this up, somebody could die."

Maybe I'll get more used to the idea when I've been there more than a month.

Since a couple of you have expressed interest/concern over my well-being, I guess I'll update.

I'm feeling much better than I was. Still not 100%, but better. My tonsil is back to "normal," which is to say it's normal for my tonsils, not normal for the rest of the world. And no fever to speak of.

I have been horking up globs of lung cheese the size of small ping pong balls, however, but that's easing back slowly too.

'Tis the season to be snotty, right?

I'm still trying to adjust to my new hours. The last two days I "slept in" until 5:30am. There's something seriously wrong when 5:30 is sleeping in. >.<

This is sad. It's not even 9pm on a fucking Saturday, and I'm having trouble keeping my eyes open. God help me if I find someone to date. "Sorry sweetie, but I can't stay out after 8pm, or I turn into a pumpkin.". :/

Well I just got the call. My background check and drug test came back clean. Of course.

So I get to start work Monday morning.

Jubiliations!

One interview in the bag. The recruiter will be forwarding my resume along to the hiring manager, who will be making the decision to either hire me outright, bring me in for further interviews, or reject me altogether. I should hear something by the first part of next week.

Keep those fingers, toes, legs, whatever crossed boys n girls.

I have an interview for a new job on Tuesday.

I refuse to post details until I hear something more definite than "Come in and let's talk about it."

Cross your fingers people.

Also, 2 down, 3 to go. Friday cannot come fast enough. I feel the need to do something celebratory this weekend. Suggestions?