one hundred demons So today I was in the bookstore and ended up buying Lynda Barry's new book, One Hundred Demons. I admit, I had already read most of it by the time I made my purchase, mostly in online form via the good folks over at Salon.com, but there are a few pages of new material, and with all the additional illustrations and the idea of having all of the Demons in a bound compendium, it's a book I really couldn't resist. I'm a sucker for a pretty book. It was a bit pricy, due to production costs (full color pages, glossy paper, hardcover), but I well made up for the price by reading the new Chris Ware book cover to cover in the bookstore and then not buying the damn thing. I have my first residency interview coming up this Thursday, and the hospital has still failed to send me any information on where I should go, what time I should show up, and what exactly my schedule for the day should be like. This is somewhat bad business, in my opinion. I even tried calling the education office, but the person in charge of dealing with such matters is on vacation until sometime next week. Hello, I'M INTERVIEWING ON THURSDAY. Come on, people. I'm the boss man. Need the info. Also in the residency application front, I finally got an interview offer from the last holdout program to which I applied. So that's a good thing. I now have an average of one interview per week for the entire month of November. I start working in the ER next month as well. The requirement for the elective is that I work fifteen 10-hour shifts over the course of the month. Take that requirement and factor in the interviews as well as the fact that I refuse to work weekend shifts or Thanksgiving in the ER until I start getting paid for it, and next month looks like it's going to be a tightly packed month indeed. At least I'll have some good stories to tell. Perhaps, like on the show "ER," I will play the Carter character (circa 1995), the bumbling med student who fucks things up real bad, but ultimately wins people over with my heart o' gold and keen insights into the human condition, not to mention my prep school, captin-of-the-lacrosse-team good looks. Or maybe I'll just fuck things up real bad. xo Michelle |
Saturday . October 26 . 2002 . 4:19pm |
one hundred demons So today I was in the bookstore and ended up buying Lynda Barry's new book, One Hundred Demons. I admit, I had already read most of it by the time I made my purchase, mostly in online form via the good folks over at Salon.com, but there are a few pages of new material, and with all the additional illustrations and the idea of having all of the Demons in a bound compendium, it's a book I really couldn't resist. I'm a sucker for a pretty book. It was a bit pricy, due to production costs (full color pages, glossy paper, hardcover), but I well made up for the price by reading the new Chris Ware book cover to cover in the bookstore and then not buying the damn thing. I have my first residency interview coming up this Thursday, and the hospital has still failed to send me any information on where I should go, what time I should show up, and what exactly my schedule for the day should be like. This is somewhat bad business, in my opinion. I even tried calling the education office, but the person in charge of dealing with such matters is on vacation until sometime next week. Hello, I'M INTERVIEWING ON THURSDAY. Come on, people. I'm the boss man. Need the info. Also in the residency application front, I finally got an interview offer from the last holdout program to which I applied. So that's a good thing. I now have an average of one interview per week for the entire month of November. I start working in the ER next month as well. The requirement for the elective is that I work fifteen 10-hour shifts over the course of the month. Take that requirement and factor in the interviews as well as the fact that I refuse to work weekend shifts or Thanksgiving in the ER until I start getting paid for it, and next month looks like it's going to be a tightly packed month indeed. At least I'll have some good stories to tell. Perhaps, like on the show "ER," I will play the Carter character (circa 1995), the bumbling med student who fucks things up real bad, but ultimately wins people over with my heart o' gold and keen insights into the human condition, not to mention my prep school, captin-of-the-lacrosse-team good looks. Or maybe I'll just fuck things up real bad. xo Michelle |
