Things On Tuesday
Things I loathe:
People asking me how the thesis is going. Right now I honestly don't know. I still have no emotional connections with the text and I have no idea whatsoever on what my supervisor's standpoint is. I've become almost as uncomfortable with this question as I have with wedding-questions. It's (almost) up there with "You guys wanna borrow our old decorations and/or buy my old wedding dress and/or leftover glitter from when we made our invitation cards?!". Almost, but not quite.
The joint that cried wolf. I haven't been able to step on it for a week now and I had it ultrasounded today. And it came up that theres nothing wrong with it. I could barely hold still while Doctor-Dad was rolling the ultrasound-stick-thingy over my foot and it came up clean! I got painkillers and I'm not completely convinced. I have noticed that my joints and tendons have a tendency to fake being all good and healthy until they one morning spontaneously combust.
Dad reminding me that even though the ultrasound was clear, Child should not be jumping around in stilettos now, you hear? Damn! I was just gonna wear the satin red ones for the 1st of may lunch!
Me being the only person making a full shift and the evening shift on the last of April. I'm the only student at work and the 1st of may is my party. I don't get to put on my white hat at the ceremony at 18 o'clock on the last of april because I'm at work, I don't get to wear my overalls, don't get to go to any of the parties because they start waaaay before and are in another city. This just sucks incredible amounts of donkeyballs.
Things I love:
I still kind of like working with the thesis. Were it not for the timeline and general sucking of life, I'd enjoy this really much.
1st of may coming up. I bought balloons and stuff. Fruits and bubbly and things.
A bargain! I bought 2 shirts from Soaked In Luxury that were 70% off! I only paid 29 euros! Combined! And now Sami doesn't have to be soaked in my bank-card-bill :)
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I think I have a new catchphrase for work . . .