The mundanity and the eggstosee
Mere words cannot adequately express my joy at being liberated from I shall here refer to as "the institution" henceforth. That is, my joy at no longer working my former day job, at the hospital (interpreting sp<>en). (Even though I still work there part time nights.) And I do feel extreme contentment being at the academy (UGA).
Having said that, it's not like it's been nothing but sitting around, picking my ass and surfing the internet while caffeinated to the point of needing a doctor. (which is seriously my idea of a good time sometimes...) I've actually done the studying and planning and other work needed to be a new grad student and TA.
On the other hand, NOT having to dress up and wear uncomfortable shoes, NOT being restricted in my internet access by the institution's IT gestapo, NOT having to kowtow to la reina nor other demiadminitrons (for the lords of the institution stay away when the moon shines, they fear it's power. And rightly so, for it draws out the most infirm and insane among us as though a beacon and leads them directly to the department of urgencies), NOT having to listen to the idle chatter of seemingly, how shall I say it... not-so-intelligent-as-to-lead-you-they-would-be-able-to-pass-the-state-required-exam-to-be-a-nurse, Republican nurses, NOT having to listen to the anti-immigrant blather of a certain M.D. (True, I run the risk of still having to listen to this during my part time night shifts, but I'll feel less afraid to tell him what I really think in addition to merely reporting him to my boss) are fucking great.
And being able to freely walk campus and downtown, surf the net as well as do my schoolwork on our lab computers, wear shorts as I need to, drink café cubano (budget permitting, although it's cheaper than a fuckin latte) at Hot Corner Coffee, just being able to walk and breathe the god damn air instead of being indoors at the institution and away from the life that is downtown. It too is wonderful.
I feel reborn. Colors are brighter. Sounds are more vibrant. The sun is brighter. Food is richer. My erectile organ is more sensitive. Crack is crackier. (OK for a variety of reasons, I must disclaim that last one: It is a joke. I don't do crack. Of course, such disclaimers, while lamentably necessary under certain circumstances, invariably take away 75 to 99 percent of the humor of the joke in question.)
Then it's time to return to work. SCHOOL work. Hell yeah mutherfucker! I'm diggin it.
So there is an ebb and flow. Work, chill, hurry up and go work your god damn part time shift at the institution, sleep. For inquireing minds: I am not working more than the number of hours permitted by academy policy, and I only work on the weekends and on Monday nights. The cool thing about these shifts, besides the fact that the bossoids are not there, is that they are short compared to what I am used to. A five hour shift? I laugh at your five hour shift. I piss on it. It is nothing to me! Do your worst. Buey, I'm leaving in five hours.
Hell yeah.
Current music: "My valuable hunting knife" - Guided By Voices
Having said that, it's not like it's been nothing but sitting around, picking my ass and surfing the internet while caffeinated to the point of needing a doctor. (which is seriously my idea of a good time sometimes...) I've actually done the studying and planning and other work needed to be a new grad student and TA.
On the other hand, NOT having to dress up and wear uncomfortable shoes, NOT being restricted in my internet access by the institution's IT gestapo, NOT having to kowtow to la reina nor other demiadminitrons (for the lords of the institution stay away when the moon shines, they fear it's power. And rightly so, for it draws out the most infirm and insane among us as though a beacon and leads them directly to the department of urgencies), NOT having to listen to the idle chatter of seemingly, how shall I say it... not-so-intelligent-as-to-lead-you-they-would-be-able-to-pass-the-state-required-exam-to-be-a-nurse, Republican nurses, NOT having to listen to the anti-immigrant blather of a certain M.D. (True, I run the risk of still having to listen to this during my part time night shifts, but I'll feel less afraid to tell him what I really think in addition to merely reporting him to my boss) are fucking great.
And being able to freely walk campus and downtown, surf the net as well as do my schoolwork on our lab computers, wear shorts as I need to, drink café cubano (budget permitting, although it's cheaper than a fuckin latte) at Hot Corner Coffee, just being able to walk and breathe the god damn air instead of being indoors at the institution and away from the life that is downtown. It too is wonderful.
I feel reborn. Colors are brighter. Sounds are more vibrant. The sun is brighter. Food is richer. My erectile organ is more sensitive. Crack is crackier. (OK for a variety of reasons, I must disclaim that last one: It is a joke. I don't do crack. Of course, such disclaimers, while lamentably necessary under certain circumstances, invariably take away 75 to 99 percent of the humor of the joke in question.)
Then it's time to return to work. SCHOOL work. Hell yeah mutherfucker! I'm diggin it.
So there is an ebb and flow. Work, chill, hurry up and go work your god damn part time shift at the institution, sleep. For inquireing minds: I am not working more than the number of hours permitted by academy policy, and I only work on the weekends and on Monday nights. The cool thing about these shifts, besides the fact that the bossoids are not there, is that they are short compared to what I am used to. A five hour shift? I laugh at your five hour shift. I piss on it. It is nothing to me! Do your worst. Buey, I'm leaving in five hours.
Hell yeah.
Current music: "My valuable hunting knife" - Guided By Voices
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