Greetings from the OR: Where Everyone Wears Crocs
Just about ready to go into surgery for realsies. See you on the other side!
The X-ray tech I just had was too shy or awkward or something to ask me I there was metal in my bra, so his attempt was, “So, is your bra one of those…sporty ones?”
I feel like he should maybe be more comfortable with underwear since stripping down is a normal part of X-rays.
I just heard back from the woman I emailed earlier.
Apparently she forgot that we had talked about the fact that I live in Virginia right now, because she asked if I could come in on Friday for a tour and to do some paperwork to get college credit. *Sigh*
This is going to be an awkward email. Good news is that this sounds like I can pretty much start whenever, so that’s cool. Too bad that won’t be until after Memorial Day weekend. Womp.
I just emailed the woman who offered me the internship I have (not the second one I’m still waiting/hoping to hear from) to get more specific details. I got an automated reply because it turns out she’s out of the office this week because she’s in Cannes. FUCKING CANNES. Probably doing legit film things. I WANT TO DO THOSE THINGS. I can’t believe I’ll be working with these people in a few months. WHAT.