Hey everyone! I've been awful about reading blogs the past few days - and there sure are a lot of them! I don't even have that many friends! Anyway, I've mostly been busting my ass at work. Friday night I got off 1.5 hours late, Saturday night was only 45 minutes, yesterday was 15 and today (so far, I work a split) was an hour. But the place is mostly cleaned out - we only have 2 groups of 6 people and then the 60-some odd smokers left. I say 60-some because a few quit because they couldn't deal with their option (non-smoking or using a tobacco pouch thing) and one shoved one of our lovely nurses, then was told that she needed to leave, and proceeded to throw her luggage and swear at Adam D, who was just doing his job. As another nurse put it, 'She was not ready to quit smoking.' Which really makes me roll my eyes since the women on this study are, for the most part, some of the bitchiest people I've met in real life. (Bitchiest I haven't is a toss-up between pretty much any woman who's appeared on any VH1 date-a-star show.) And not to mention, there's a guy who is a regular on our smoking studies, who I know is about a 2 pack a day guy, who is currently on the non-smoking group and you can tell he's a little edgy but he doesn't take it out on us. In fact, he's a real peach and I like seeing him. So Harry, if you ever read this blog, know that I like you and you should come do studies with us all the time.
That being said, I somehow magically have Saturday (the WHOLE day) off this week and I'm wondering if I asked for it off sometime and just don't remember, and there's something important I'm supposed to be doing that I won't cause I don't have any idea what it is. In any case, the irony of this is that I told my boyfriend yesterday that it was no big deal he's going to be gone to Chicago for the warped tour this weekend cause I'd have to work a lot and so I'd be busy. He said, 'Just watch, you'll get the whole weekend off.' Go figure, huh? Sucks too cause I plan on coming back from Norfolk on Friday morning (since I didn't get to go to NY I'm going to spend the days of my vacation that I DID get off at home with my family cause I haven't seen them since early May), he leaves Thursday night. This is the first full week we'll spend away from each other since... um... hmm. I think since his snowboarding trip to Colorado in February before we were even exclusive/official. But since we ARE official this time, hopefully he'll get less crap about calling his guuurrrllfriend (which is hilarious cause this particular group of friends are mostly married at this point). Plus they've met me now and know that I TOTALLY ROCK. Right? Right. I'm actually going to go see Reel Big Fish/Less Than Jake at sokol with his friend Steve (who was the instigator of the warped tour trip) in 3 weeks whether my boyfriend goes or not.
Anyhow, it's about time to wander off to work again. 5 straight hours of smoking events. The ones inside the complex won't be so bad, but for a few of them I have to be right next to the doors and it is currently a balmy 82 with 87 degree heat index and with the doors constantly opening and closing (for this study, all smoking is done outside) and it being a billion degrees in the clinic anyhow, I am going to be one sweaty bitch. And I can't pull my hair up because my awesome boyfriend left a rather large and red hickey fairly high on my neck and I don't care if people see it, but it's not exceptionally 'work appropriate' and all the ladies here know that hickeys are practically impossible to erase, even with a pound of makeup. Yuck. So just a reminder, please put hickeys below the line of sight. Thanks.
That being said, I somehow magically have Saturday (the WHOLE day) off this week and I'm wondering if I asked for it off sometime and just don't remember, and there's something important I'm supposed to be doing that I won't cause I don't have any idea what it is. In any case, the irony of this is that I told my boyfriend yesterday that it was no big deal he's going to be gone to Chicago for the warped tour this weekend cause I'd have to work a lot and so I'd be busy. He said, 'Just watch, you'll get the whole weekend off.' Go figure, huh? Sucks too cause I plan on coming back from Norfolk on Friday morning (since I didn't get to go to NY I'm going to spend the days of my vacation that I DID get off at home with my family cause I haven't seen them since early May), he leaves Thursday night. This is the first full week we'll spend away from each other since... um... hmm. I think since his snowboarding trip to Colorado in February before we were even exclusive/official. But since we ARE official this time, hopefully he'll get less crap about calling his guuurrrllfriend (which is hilarious cause this particular group of friends are mostly married at this point). Plus they've met me now and know that I TOTALLY ROCK. Right? Right. I'm actually going to go see Reel Big Fish/Less Than Jake at sokol with his friend Steve (who was the instigator of the warped tour trip) in 3 weeks whether my boyfriend goes or not.
Anyhow, it's about time to wander off to work again. 5 straight hours of smoking events. The ones inside the complex won't be so bad, but for a few of them I have to be right next to the doors and it is currently a balmy 82 with 87 degree heat index and with the doors constantly opening and closing (for this study, all smoking is done outside) and it being a billion degrees in the clinic anyhow, I am going to be one sweaty bitch. And I can't pull my hair up because my awesome boyfriend left a rather large and red hickey fairly high on my neck and I don't care if people see it, but it's not exceptionally 'work appropriate' and all the ladies here know that hickeys are practically impossible to erase, even with a pound of makeup. Yuck. So just a reminder, please put hickeys below the line of sight. Thanks.
Later!!