new job (no blood!)

I need to change my about me blurb to no longer say "poker of fingers, wearer of scrubs." 

This is an awesome development!  (Although I miss many of my fellow peons at the plasma center very much).

It's quite strange, really.  Out of habit, I still turn out of our apartment complex in the direction of the old job.  It all happened pretty fast.  One week, I was almost done with my phlebotomist (translation: wielder of needles) training, and the next, I was hunting Craigslist for job openings.  One week I was throwing on scrubs each morning, the next I was (gasp!) having to iron clothes.

Before spring quarter began, I checked my schedule with a supervisor to make sure this new Tuesday-Thursday classes thing would work.  It was all good in the hood, they'd just need me to be flexible occasionally when people were on vacation, etc.  Done and done.

Well, then that supervisor quit, along with about 8 other people that month.  A mass exodus of sorts.  Oops.

My schedule went a little nuts, which I expected because I knew we were short-staffed, but when I asked about when my schedule would go back to normal after the new hires were up and running, I was told by a supervisor, "We've decided not to work that hard around student schedules anymore.  We figure we're doing you a favor by letting you work here while you're in school."

Um.

Okay, here's my two week notice.  Peace!

Justin and Chris really wanted me to compose my two-week notice in sonnet form, since we were doing sonnets that week in poetry class, and I did write one (entitled "Damn the Man!"), along with a few haiku (haikus?  What's the plural?).  I just couldn't go through with turning it in.  It would have made a great story, kind of like when Chris told his boss he was quitting to go play Madden, which had just come out... but guess I lack conviction.  That, and the boss I had to turn it into was actually a pretty nice guy.

During the last two weeks, there were several moments I thought, "I could keep doing this," but around the time of my fifth one-day-weekend in a row, I was exhausted and glad to be done.

Now that I'm working my new job, I wonder what took me so long to search out something that fit me better.  I'm now a receptionist at a chiropractic/massage clinic, and it's wonderful.  A laid-back boss.  A calm environment.  My own desk.  A sensible schedule.  Free chiro and massages every few weeks.  What's not to like?

(Not to mention, Justin has a wife who's a little saner, and dinners that consist of frozen junk a little less often).

Yay me!