28 March 2006
24 March 2006
Grateful for one specific friend who basically let me talk about myself for an hour. Sometimes you just need that, you know?
22 March 2006
I'm back from San Francisco, and I have pictures. Don't worry, you'll get a look at 'em too.
Today I am grateful for being out of that mindset, or at least, feeling like I am.
Love love love.
Today I am grateful for being out of that mindset, or at least, feeling like I am.
Love love love.
14 March 2006
10 March 2006
Grateful for the lovely weather (though I haven't ventured out yet) and for Suzanne coming back into my life.
We had lunch a few days ago and boy, I've really missed her. She looked wonderful, 'glowing' as Tillie put it. I hope that things continue in this vein.
I really need to get outside and into the sunshine.
We had lunch a few days ago and boy, I've really missed her. She looked wonderful, 'glowing' as Tillie put it. I hope that things continue in this vein.
I really need to get outside and into the sunshine.
09 March 2006
Grateful for being done with my midterms today. Grateful for the beginning of spring break. A weight off my shoulders.
08 March 2006
Turning over a new leaf.
Writing something I am grateful for everyday. Go ahead, I know you want to, too.
I accidentally nudged a CRT monitor onto my finger this morning. I was kind of in shock after I noticed, because I'd thought it'd merely pinched my finger, not gashed the skin. When the blood finally caught my eye, I just kept thinking, okay, I have to get this computer downstairs, and then we'll see.
Two of my coworker/superiors were downstairs and gasped when they saw the cut. Went into immediate action, getting the first aid kit, asking me if I was okay, as I stood there, stupidly still. Woodley's hand was shaking as he bandaged the cut.
The band-aid soon began to soak through, and I mainly felt numb and nonchalant about it on my outer layer while my inner layer whispered treacherous thoughts like: maybe the nerve was severed and you'll never feel anything again with that finger. Woodley and Yani helped wrap gauze around it this time, and I kept pressure on it. Meanwhile, the other student workers are coming in and showing their concern for my health.
After the hour elapsed which Woodley and I had agreed on as the waiting period, to see if the blood would stop, I took off the gauze. The wound was blue, bright electric blue, under the skin. I freaked out at that point. They told me to go to the health center, and I did, with some amount of trepidation. What if the blue was my vein?
Once I got to the health center, the receptionist had a doctor take a quick look. She examined my finger quickly and said I was fine, the blue was just the clotting. I was so relieved, I couldn't tell you.
Then I faced a dilemma: I only had a half hour left at work. Should I skip out? Or go back?
Of course, I went back, because before I'd left, they'd been so concerned, telling me to call them after I saw a doctor. I returned, and everyone shared my relief. Everyone was extremely kind, sharing their own gruesome stories (Gus talked about catching his knee on a nail, Woodley about a bicycle pedal without the pedal boring into his calf). All in all, it was a rather morbidly festive day at work.
So that is what I'm grateful for today: good people as coworkers.
Writing something I am grateful for everyday. Go ahead, I know you want to, too.
I accidentally nudged a CRT monitor onto my finger this morning. I was kind of in shock after I noticed, because I'd thought it'd merely pinched my finger, not gashed the skin. When the blood finally caught my eye, I just kept thinking, okay, I have to get this computer downstairs, and then we'll see.
Two of my coworker/superiors were downstairs and gasped when they saw the cut. Went into immediate action, getting the first aid kit, asking me if I was okay, as I stood there, stupidly still. Woodley's hand was shaking as he bandaged the cut.
The band-aid soon began to soak through, and I mainly felt numb and nonchalant about it on my outer layer while my inner layer whispered treacherous thoughts like: maybe the nerve was severed and you'll never feel anything again with that finger. Woodley and Yani helped wrap gauze around it this time, and I kept pressure on it. Meanwhile, the other student workers are coming in and showing their concern for my health.
After the hour elapsed which Woodley and I had agreed on as the waiting period, to see if the blood would stop, I took off the gauze. The wound was blue, bright electric blue, under the skin. I freaked out at that point. They told me to go to the health center, and I did, with some amount of trepidation. What if the blue was my vein?
Once I got to the health center, the receptionist had a doctor take a quick look. She examined my finger quickly and said I was fine, the blue was just the clotting. I was so relieved, I couldn't tell you.
Then I faced a dilemma: I only had a half hour left at work. Should I skip out? Or go back?
Of course, I went back, because before I'd left, they'd been so concerned, telling me to call them after I saw a doctor. I returned, and everyone shared my relief. Everyone was extremely kind, sharing their own gruesome stories (Gus talked about catching his knee on a nail, Woodley about a bicycle pedal without the pedal boring into his calf). All in all, it was a rather morbidly festive day at work.
So that is what I'm grateful for today: good people as coworkers.
06 March 2006
New layout (obviously). In the impetus of the new site design, I never got around to re-doing 'sites.' I'll get to it. In the meantime, ooh and aah at the rest. I've updated links, as well.
I'm in a weird place right now.
I'm in a weird place right now.