August 31st, 2006
|10:56 pm - work is for jerks|
as you may know, i sell plasma. it's 45 bucks for 2 visits a week, which isn't bad considering most of what i have to do involves lying down and reading. except today was butchery! first, some lady who had no nametag stuck me and it wasn't working properly, so joel the supervising vampire came over to adjust the needle, which involved - from my perspective - aimlessly wiggling it around inside my arm and occasionally jamming it in really deep. now this oddly didn't hurt, except when he stuck it in deep (oh baby oh baby), but watching him swing it around was unnerving to say the least. the initial stab doesn't bother me at all (except for the sharp stabby pain of course, but that's momentary), but this seriously freaked me out a little. of course, i don't actually watch the needle going in, so maybe watching this was a mistake. but anyway, so after doing that for awhile he decided that arm was a wash, and rather than make hamburger of it, we would just switch to the other arm.
now normally i get stabbed in the left arm, because for some reason the blood flows out of that arm noticably faster, but now we were on stupid sluggish righty. righty was working even less than usual, and joel came to do more adjustment. his methods seemed a bit less whack-a-mole this time, and eventually they struck red gold and the bleeding proceeded very slowly apace. also occasionally the machine would beep at me and i could feel my vein quiver (THIS FEELS WEIRD!!!), and someone would have to come and turn the machine down so it would work slower. i am going to wake up tomorrow with huge bruises on the inside elbow of both arms, and will basically look like i'd been shooting heroin.
so anyway, in conclusion, i think i am gonna not donate for awhile, because this was a scarring experience for poor daniel.
 she kept asking what i did today and what i was going to do later, seemingly wanting exact details of my various adventures. she was just making conversation i suppose, but it felt like a light-hearted grilling.
 actually i couldn't feel it at all, which made watching it all the creepier.
 this is a lie, i have had no various adventures today. today was this, plus work being really goddamn stupid, plus watching "a cat in the brain" which i got solely for the absurd 'snakes on a plane'esque title. it was one of lucio fulci's last films, apparently, and boy did it suck.
 i'm sure lauri will rant about it in her journal sooner or later about this, but i don't feel like it. suffice to say, working for this school is for losers, and i give notice as soon as i find somebody else who wants to give me money. do YOU want to give me money?
okay, i will say a little more. we had to go to this meeting today where some dude who drove up from oregon gave us some bullshit fuzzy meaningless tony robbins infomercial style crap vapid seminar about dignity and respect. he showed us an example of honor and respect by assigning us homework (?!) of reading the rest of the shitty packet that we didn't go over because he spent all his 2.5 hours telling unrelated anecdotes from his life and clumsily reading us jokes he ripped off from the internet. as in, he printed them directly off a website or an email or something, and stood there slowly reading them to us. if andy kaufman had done it, it would've been a smash.
|Date:||September 1st, 2006 03:34 pm (UTC)|| |
I only give blood at the Red Cross where I know they are properly trained, otherwise you can wind up with nerve damage.
Also re. your job, maybe it's time to think about a "career" type job, and not waste your time doing something that anyone with or without a high-school diploma could do. You are 24, not 16. JYM
|Date:||September 1st, 2006 04:38 pm (UTC)|| |
you need at least 200 credit hours to be a paraeducator in the States. The school we are working at is woefully out of compliance, but in any sort of normal school, it would be a very respectable position. Sorry if I sound snippy, but education is my intended career, and it puts me on edge when people talk about it as though it isn't a real job.
|Date:||September 1st, 2006 05:40 pm (UTC)|| |
Shannon works at Bio-Life. >:(
OH! i thought she looked familiar! maybe i won't tell you that i'm going to apply there, then. shannon and i will shortly be the best of friends, no doubt.
|Date:||September 1st, 2006 07:58 pm (UTC)|| |
You're dead to me. DEAD. TO. ME.
Is she the one who mutilated you?
ha, no it wasn't her. her stabs have always been succesful
|Date:||September 1st, 2006 08:02 pm (UTC)|| |
HOW ARE YOU ONLINE???
|Date:||September 1st, 2006 06:35 pm (UTC)|| |
I agree with you that education is an essential and valuable career. D., however, described his position as "for losers" so I don't think it is anything he likes or takes seriously. Regards, Nancy