To prepare myself throughly for my (please, please please!) medical interveiws i organised some work experience. It was a hassle enough organising the bloody stuff, i felt like i was a begger wandering round all the rich people's houses crying to be let in. But, in the end, one kind person took me in.
I had no idea what to expect, all i hoped for was that i wouldn't be filing. GOD. I SWEAR. I HATE filing. It takes the absolute piss. I am an intelligent person coming into your establishment to learn, why the fuck would you make me file? I didn't do any filing THANK THE LORD.
A friend of mine is doing some work experience on the same ward (he was the one who suggested i contact the very kind doctor who took me in) and there is also another work experience person who knows nothing about medicine so i'm not all alone, thank god!
As i walked in i asked for Dr Nice-Person and waited a minute or so. I was beckoned round the corner and there Dr Nice-Person was, 6 foot 4 and black. Now, i'm not racist but my jaw dropped to the floor, then had to be picked up again quick snap so no-one noticed. I wasn't expecting him to look how he did..but now i can't imagine him looking any other way.
We did ward rounds first. The first person we saw was a drug addict. It was a bit of a shock to the system and i felt like the posh kid forced to see the most unfortunate members of society. I really felt like i was intruding on patients when we were shadowing Dr Nice-Person, it was a truely strange set-up.
Monday, 15 October 2007
Tuesday, 9 October 2007
UKCAT
I sat the evil (UKCAT) test today. It wasn't really too terrible.
The book i bought with practise questions to prepare myself for the evil test was what threw me. The practise questions were insanely hard. In one of the four sections i scored as low as 15% (i was too ashamed to quote my dredful score in the amazon review i wrote slating it, i beefed it up slightly). I was in tears this afternoon because i thought i was going to crash down the mountain of medical applications, shrivel up and die at the bottom.
I was so horrid to The GF. We had a big arguement over the phone, i hung up, burst into hysterics, she text me, i called her, the argument continued, it was awful. I was a bitch. Really really mean and horrid. It was almost like that was a different person, i don't normally behave in such an unkind way so i'm still reeling from my behaviour. But it's sorted now.
So glad that icky thing is out of the way.
The book i bought with practise questions to prepare myself for the evil test was what threw me. The practise questions were insanely hard. In one of the four sections i scored as low as 15% (i was too ashamed to quote my dredful score in the amazon review i wrote slating it, i beefed it up slightly). I was in tears this afternoon because i thought i was going to crash down the mountain of medical applications, shrivel up and die at the bottom.
I was so horrid to The GF. We had a big arguement over the phone, i hung up, burst into hysterics, she text me, i called her, the argument continued, it was awful. I was a bitch. Really really mean and horrid. It was almost like that was a different person, i don't normally behave in such an unkind way so i'm still reeling from my behaviour. But it's sorted now.
So glad that icky thing is out of the way.
Monday, 8 October 2007
"I love you"
We were out with friends on friday night and got rather drunk..and a bit stoned too. I was sitting and talking with the GF and, maybe it was the weed, but i felt so comfortable and cosy, like despite the horrible blaring metal music and under-age clientele, i was floating away on some happy plane. OK, it almost definately was the weed. But even if it was, it happened. I was thinking about bringing love into the conversation and before i knew it the words just popped out "i love you" and, straight after, she said; "i love you too."
It's strange though, i love her but i don't love her. I'm not in love with her, but i love her like i do one of my closest friends. If something were to happen to her i'd be devastated. Right now i'm wrapped in this lovely little blanket of normality and i can't imagine things changing so i have no idea how i'd react if something out of the ordinary happened. If we broke up i don't think i'd be able to believe it..
Today was the first day i was on a till all by my lonesome. At first i was shaking. But then the nerves subsided and i was able to enjoy the mudnane nature of my work. At one point i couldn't see the end of the que for my check-out, that was when the stress levels peaked. I secretly thought to myself "why the FUCK do they choose to put me on the busiest till. It's not FAIR. There are people just standing around, why can't i do that!? Why do they get paid to mill around doing bugger all and i have to sit here with an aching shoulder smiling falsely at mean, posh customers and have a spazz every time the till beeps loudly in my face saying i've done something wrong. WHY?!" And of course this train of thought was curbed as the till started beeping angrily once more. But now i've learnt to silence it. MWAH HA HA! I win!
It's strange though, i love her but i don't love her. I'm not in love with her, but i love her like i do one of my closest friends. If something were to happen to her i'd be devastated. Right now i'm wrapped in this lovely little blanket of normality and i can't imagine things changing so i have no idea how i'd react if something out of the ordinary happened. If we broke up i don't think i'd be able to believe it..
Today was the first day i was on a till all by my lonesome. At first i was shaking. But then the nerves subsided and i was able to enjoy the mudnane nature of my work. At one point i couldn't see the end of the que for my check-out, that was when the stress levels peaked. I secretly thought to myself "why the FUCK do they choose to put me on the busiest till. It's not FAIR. There are people just standing around, why can't i do that!? Why do they get paid to mill around doing bugger all and i have to sit here with an aching shoulder smiling falsely at mean, posh customers and have a spazz every time the till beeps loudly in my face saying i've done something wrong. WHY?!" And of course this train of thought was curbed as the till started beeping angrily once more. But now i've learnt to silence it. MWAH HA HA! I win!
Thursday, 4 October 2007
First Day
Today was my first day at Waitrose!
After sitting through a 2 hour training session on customer service (i know all the techniques now) i was brought down to the check-outs to start my initiation rites. There i was, the rather tall, amazonianly proportioned, tired looking girl watching gleefully over another's shoulder and listening to her explaining all the buttons and beepers whilst beeping things. I'd occasionally offer to pack a bag for a customer if they looked like they needed some help.
After the majority of the beeping had been explained to me it was my turn to have a go. Initially, it was quite challenging but after about 20 minutes i'd picked it up and was going at the speed of a normal person. I was able to process credit/debit card transactions, scan reduced items, give chash back and generally do what a check-out girl does best. Beep. I beep for £5.15 an hour. It goes up soon though.
I've been planning how to spend my pay cheque in my head for a while. It involves the GF and going out for some expensive meals. Also, buying her a coat and some clothes as she seems to drastically lack those. Today i asked "do you love me" and she said "yes, but i'm not sure in what way." I said i felt the same.
After sitting through a 2 hour training session on customer service (i know all the techniques now) i was brought down to the check-outs to start my initiation rites. There i was, the rather tall, amazonianly proportioned, tired looking girl watching gleefully over another's shoulder and listening to her explaining all the buttons and beepers whilst beeping things. I'd occasionally offer to pack a bag for a customer if they looked like they needed some help.
After the majority of the beeping had been explained to me it was my turn to have a go. Initially, it was quite challenging but after about 20 minutes i'd picked it up and was going at the speed of a normal person. I was able to process credit/debit card transactions, scan reduced items, give chash back and generally do what a check-out girl does best. Beep. I beep for £5.15 an hour. It goes up soon though.
I've been planning how to spend my pay cheque in my head for a while. It involves the GF and going out for some expensive meals. Also, buying her a coat and some clothes as she seems to drastically lack those. Today i asked "do you love me" and she said "yes, but i'm not sure in what way." I said i felt the same.
Monday, 1 October 2007
Tired
I am exhausted and it's only quater to ten. Don't i feel like a granny.
I went for the induction training sessions at Waitrose (where i will be working as a check-out girl) this evening from 4-8 and, fuck me, was it boring. All we did was sit and stare at a computer which showed us a film then forced us to answer questions on it, repeating the mind-numbing piece of shit if we got even just one question wrong. Oh, it was torture. Bore the prisoners to death with an over zelous Mrs Laybool inquiring meticulously as to each and every proccess which Waitrose could conceivably force their food through.
I just want to cuddle up in bed with The GF and sleep for a good ten hours but NO life dictates that i can not and must engage in work, education and general betterment of my family. Whop-de-do.
I'm thinking about what i'll spend the money on when i get the first cheque. Restaurants, bars, i could even go to the cinema! Wow, i'll be (comparitvely) rich. And it's just in time for christmas as well so i can save up a bit and get some really cool presents for people. I was thinking i could get Mother Dearest a luxury spa treatment weekend thing for her and a friend, not that she'd be especially greatful but hey.
And i could even afford driving lessons. WOW. I'd be able to drive. A car. A real car. If i pass the test of course.
I went for the induction training sessions at Waitrose (where i will be working as a check-out girl) this evening from 4-8 and, fuck me, was it boring. All we did was sit and stare at a computer which showed us a film then forced us to answer questions on it, repeating the mind-numbing piece of shit if we got even just one question wrong. Oh, it was torture. Bore the prisoners to death with an over zelous Mrs Laybool inquiring meticulously as to each and every proccess which Waitrose could conceivably force their food through.
I just want to cuddle up in bed with The GF and sleep for a good ten hours but NO life dictates that i can not and must engage in work, education and general betterment of my family. Whop-de-do.
I'm thinking about what i'll spend the money on when i get the first cheque. Restaurants, bars, i could even go to the cinema! Wow, i'll be (comparitvely) rich. And it's just in time for christmas as well so i can save up a bit and get some really cool presents for people. I was thinking i could get Mother Dearest a luxury spa treatment weekend thing for her and a friend, not that she'd be especially greatful but hey.
And i could even afford driving lessons. WOW. I'd be able to drive. A car. A real car. If i pass the test of course.
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