It has been one hectic September. My mother has fallen ill, which turned out to be ascending colon cancer requiring an emergency surgery to remove the ruptured tumor. As she recovers, the market collapsed, sending the market into a never ending downward spiral. My sociology class predicting a daily doom scenario, my boss' seemingly lack of regard for starting on time and indifferent attitude towards work is giving me a heartburn. Clinical rotation is putting me in doubt as if I am getting adequate preparation for the next year's license exam.
Met someone in school who seem to care about anime/manga... (and her first approach was, "日本語ですか？") She is planning to do some kind of cosplay at the end of the semester, and I could tell that she wanted to ask me if I was interested in that. Heavens... anything but cosplay ;_;
Foliage is at its peak right now. Watching the leaves falling down, it is breathtaking sight everywhere. I wish my friends were able to join me to enjoy this scenery.
School:
Attending, and feels bit out of sync.
Well-being:
Munching Sun Chip as I write this.
Job:
Weekend store hours shrunk due to ailing economy. Store merger coming in November.
Reading:
Book: Crest of the Stars (again)
Manga: Karin (by Kagesaki Yuna)
Watching:
Angelic Layer (I tend to favor the series with instrumental scores. Hence the reason why I watched Princess Nine so many times. Not so much for the story, but the shear greatness of its soundtrack)
Code Geass (Very odd series, that clashes with traditional setting as the main character isn't very likable, and I really cannot stand the opening and the closing songs)
Playing:
Little Big Planet (Until Sunday, when the Beta testing ended)
F.E.A.R. (I haven't enjoyed FPS in a long time)
Two Cents (one four hundred trillionth of our recently approved bail out package):
You don't always need a reason to NOT like someone, but it sure is nice to have some kind of legitimate reason. I found a such person for the first time in a while, and I just do anything to stay away from her.
Lots of people were (and still are) angry at the bail out package. They argue, "it's the only those rich traders getting screwed, so why should we pay to save them?" Alas, the aftermath is showing up already, and more jobs will be lost. My parents, with their outstanding credit score couldn't get a small loan to remodel their 30 year old kitchen. Expect to see your loan application getting rejected until the economy improves.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Looking for silver lining in the needle stack
I found about my pay raise in the most unlikely way. First, I was greeted with unbalanced pay, which led me to believe that I was just handed down massive 33% pay cut (figure according to the direct deposit). When I marched into the office, demanding an explanation, they provided that their input was correct, only to find out that the central payroll office inputted wrong amount of hours I have worked (for the second time, no less). When I received the paycheck with hours that were missing, I found out that I have indeed received a pay raise (for the first time in two years). My contract pretty much forfeits any room for pay negotiation, and it also clearly states the basis on my pay raise, so I never complained about it, even if it seemed unfair. After all, I signed it. Looks as if my PDM came to conclusion that he couldn't afford to lose two paid interns in one single summer over pay raise issue, even if he lost the one who would've made an immediate impact.
Summer is almost over, and my wallet will be shrinking soon. Sigh...
School:
In four days.
Well-being:
Losing sleep to watch the Olympic Game.
Job:
Summer customers are leaving, which makes my job bit more manageable.
Reading:
Book: Better (by Atul Gawande)
Manga: Koi Neko (by Mashima Etsuya)
Watching:
The 29th Olympiad (Gymnastic scores are RIGGGED!)
Zero no Tsukaima: Princess no Rondo
Playing:
Soul Caliber IV (Taki & Darth Vader)
JS3
Two Cents (The very same amount I dropped into my parents' penny bank last night):
Intestinal Worm season is almost over (Vermox), and it is now time for some Lice hunting (Ovide). It is hard to fight the temptation to grab the script with rubber glove when you know what it is (and not so sanitary).
Things I've learned from working this summer:
1. Summer people loves to negotiate over everything. Let it be wait time, their insurance copay, etc... Sadly, they won't take the cue that it is not for negotiation when I try to be subtle as possible. Full frontal insult and agitated tone works, but I much rather not use those as it really sours my day after words. Then they complain that every race hates them. There must be a "Taking the cue for dummies" book somewhere.
2. They love sex as much as people next to them. Personal lubricants sells out at record pace during the summer. Most are very discrete as they will come to the section, grab one, then ask if they can pay here instead of the front register. I have been asked by a particularly appalling old grease ball regarding which one feels most like spit, though (Spit???). Which brings...
3. Their choice of contraception is strange as their dress. Yes, yes... most people cannot believe that they are actually using contraceptive. Or that they can even use it in first place. I mean, everyone outside of their belief were told that their idea of sex is purely for procreation, and all act of consumation is holy, etc, etc... I suppose I should be relieved that they are doing their part to curb their population growth (which is nothing short of explosive, as they often end up with 8-14 offsprings, most of whom will be under welfare).
They use contraceptive foam, sponge, and ovule that sits inside like a suppository, except in the other orifice. Supposedly that is how they get away with using contraceptive as it is "passive" form, and not the "active" form like condom. Just plain weird, if you ask me.
4. They stare at people. Have you ever seen a deer staring at you when you flash your headlight at them? It's just like that with those summer people. After their business is done (dropping the script, answering all the essential questions, etc.), they will stand still and keep staring at you. Only after I tell them kindly that there is waiting area to sit down (instead of standing up and staring at me), they will reluctantly move over. I was once told by my old boss that they believe theirs will get done sooner if they stare at the person who's working on it. Um... I guess most people would tell them "what's your ****ing problem?", if they weren't working.
5. They love talking on the phone. They always seem to be stuck to their cellphone, and won't let go of it even if the situation necessiates them to part away from their cellphone. Worse, they will use hand gesture to catch my attention while they jabber away on their cellphone about the most mundane things in their life. I tell them that I cannot serve them until they are done with cellphone due to HIPAA reguation. Then they get irritated (few things that irritate them, one is not bending over to accomodate them), demanding to know why I will not do as they tell me. Some places posted (No cellphone in this area) notice. I think I will have to make one for next summer.
6. Hygienes, hygienes, and hygienes. Some practice of basic personal hygienes (like using soap, very often, very throughly) might prevent many cases of infection and will reduce them from frequently visiting the medical office and taking more antibiotics, and antifungal, etc... Sometimes, I can see clearly that they are in need of personal hygiene training (almost like pigpen, except you can't smell the comic strip). If some religious doctrine prevents from taking their of they body (I don't understand that... even in old testament, people cleaned themselves up after the consummation), then either the person who created the doctrine is out of his mind, or they are dying in the name of religion (kinda like many wars in this world, isn't it?).
That is it for this summer. I can't wait to see what the fall will bring.
Summer is almost over, and my wallet will be shrinking soon. Sigh...
School:
In four days.
Well-being:
Losing sleep to watch the Olympic Game.
Job:
Summer customers are leaving, which makes my job bit more manageable.
Reading:
Book: Better (by Atul Gawande)
Manga: Koi Neko (by Mashima Etsuya)
Watching:
The 29th Olympiad (Gymnastic scores are RIGGGED!)
Zero no Tsukaima: Princess no Rondo
Playing:
Soul Caliber IV (Taki & Darth Vader)
JS3
Two Cents (The very same amount I dropped into my parents' penny bank last night):
Intestinal Worm season is almost over (Vermox), and it is now time for some Lice hunting (Ovide). It is hard to fight the temptation to grab the script with rubber glove when you know what it is (and not so sanitary).
Things I've learned from working this summer:
1. Summer people loves to negotiate over everything. Let it be wait time, their insurance copay, etc... Sadly, they won't take the cue that it is not for negotiation when I try to be subtle as possible. Full frontal insult and agitated tone works, but I much rather not use those as it really sours my day after words. Then they complain that every race hates them. There must be a "Taking the cue for dummies" book somewhere.
2. They love sex as much as people next to them. Personal lubricants sells out at record pace during the summer. Most are very discrete as they will come to the section, grab one, then ask if they can pay here instead of the front register. I have been asked by a particularly appalling old grease ball regarding which one feels most like spit, though (Spit???). Which brings...
3. Their choice of contraception is strange as their dress. Yes, yes... most people cannot believe that they are actually using contraceptive. Or that they can even use it in first place. I mean, everyone outside of their belief were told that their idea of sex is purely for procreation, and all act of consumation is holy, etc, etc... I suppose I should be relieved that they are doing their part to curb their population growth (which is nothing short of explosive, as they often end up with 8-14 offsprings, most of whom will be under welfare).
They use contraceptive foam, sponge, and ovule that sits inside like a suppository, except in the other orifice. Supposedly that is how they get away with using contraceptive as it is "passive" form, and not the "active" form like condom. Just plain weird, if you ask me.
4. They stare at people. Have you ever seen a deer staring at you when you flash your headlight at them? It's just like that with those summer people. After their business is done (dropping the script, answering all the essential questions, etc.), they will stand still and keep staring at you. Only after I tell them kindly that there is waiting area to sit down (instead of standing up and staring at me), they will reluctantly move over. I was once told by my old boss that they believe theirs will get done sooner if they stare at the person who's working on it. Um... I guess most people would tell them "what's your ****ing problem?", if they weren't working.
5. They love talking on the phone. They always seem to be stuck to their cellphone, and won't let go of it even if the situation necessiates them to part away from their cellphone. Worse, they will use hand gesture to catch my attention while they jabber away on their cellphone about the most mundane things in their life. I tell them that I cannot serve them until they are done with cellphone due to HIPAA reguation. Then they get irritated (few things that irritate them, one is not bending over to accomodate them), demanding to know why I will not do as they tell me. Some places posted (No cellphone in this area) notice. I think I will have to make one for next summer.
6. Hygienes, hygienes, and hygienes. Some practice of basic personal hygienes (like using soap, very often, very throughly) might prevent many cases of infection and will reduce them from frequently visiting the medical office and taking more antibiotics, and antifungal, etc... Sometimes, I can see clearly that they are in need of personal hygiene training (almost like pigpen, except you can't smell the comic strip). If some religious doctrine prevents from taking their of they body (I don't understand that... even in old testament, people cleaned themselves up after the consummation), then either the person who created the doctrine is out of his mind, or they are dying in the name of religion (kinda like many wars in this world, isn't it?).
That is it for this summer. I can't wait to see what the fall will bring.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Somewhere in between heaven and hell is where grass grows green
My job is looking bleaker and bleaker as days go by. I stand in the middle of the place, trying to stop the rat ship from sinking, but the passer by rat says, "It's all for naught, pal. Why don't you bail out while you can?". Maybe I should take that advice before it's too late.
So my district manager dropped by unannounced. Armed himself with fellow manager. In the name of "listening to the employees", he put up a show worth a penny at the most. All we got in the end was lousy 10-hour increase in total staff hours. Wow... I am throughly moved by his generosity... wait. Doesn't that result about 1 & 1/2 hour increase per day? Ok, I am insulted by his "generosity" now. I told him that "you need to spend money to make money", not that he ever understands it, though.
School:
Six weeks before it resumes.
Well-being:
Tired, frustrated, and annoyed.
Job:
My boss got arrested for driving with suspended license... so I am guessing that I am gonna see the excrement hitting the fan tomorrow.
Reading:
Book: Parasite Eve (by Hideaki Sena)
Manga: H2 (by Adachi Mitsuru)
Watching:
Batman Begins (in Blu-Ray)
Planetes (Off-beat comedy/drama about not-so-distant future grunt workers... reminds me of... me? Highly recommended)
Playing:
Waiting for Soul Caliber IV (Darth Vader, here we go!)
Two-cents (which buys you two drops of gasoline):
When your two year old comes down with oral thrush, it's time to check hygiene for whole family and their living environment. If that parents cannot remember their billionth child's birthday (um, I don't remember. Does it matter?), then it's time to check their parents' fitness to raise that child. If that parents drive a minivan like drunken stupor... well, that means you are in Upstate New York in summer. Road filled with retarded Brooklynese with their fucked up logic for everything.
So my district manager dropped by unannounced. Armed himself with fellow manager. In the name of "listening to the employees", he put up a show worth a penny at the most. All we got in the end was lousy 10-hour increase in total staff hours. Wow... I am throughly moved by his generosity... wait. Doesn't that result about 1 & 1/2 hour increase per day? Ok, I am insulted by his "generosity" now. I told him that "you need to spend money to make money", not that he ever understands it, though.
School:
Six weeks before it resumes.
Well-being:
Tired, frustrated, and annoyed.
Job:
My boss got arrested for driving with suspended license... so I am guessing that I am gonna see the excrement hitting the fan tomorrow.
Reading:
Book: Parasite Eve (by Hideaki Sena)
Manga: H2 (by Adachi Mitsuru)
Watching:
Batman Begins (in Blu-Ray)
Planetes (Off-beat comedy/drama about not-so-distant future grunt workers... reminds me of... me? Highly recommended)
Playing:
Waiting for Soul Caliber IV (Darth Vader, here we go!)
Two-cents (which buys you two drops of gasoline):
When your two year old comes down with oral thrush, it's time to check hygiene for whole family and their living environment. If that parents cannot remember their billionth child's birthday (um, I don't remember. Does it matter?), then it's time to check their parents' fitness to raise that child. If that parents drive a minivan like drunken stupor... well, that means you are in Upstate New York in summer. Road filled with retarded Brooklynese with their fucked up logic for everything.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Just when you thought you were down, you could drop a notch lower
This happened a week before Monday. Our "wonderful" District Manager decided that we should operate the store by itself, sans automated machine. Just like that, most of the employees lost a third of their hours. It does not matter that summer is our busiest time, nor the fact that I am dying in the store try to do three persons' worth of work, nor the fact that my boss is having a midst of hiss fit which ultimately results in more work for me to mop up on. It is all about the bottom line, and thanks to the costly merger, I am getting the short end of the stick.
Thanks for nothing, Sam. You are a real pal for leaving us high and dry in the store while you ignore our call for help. Let us repay you by turning away customer on the basis that we cannot take care of them since we have no one to take care of them.
Oh, who am I kidding... he doesn't give a damn as long as his "cost cutting" measure appeases his bosses.
School:
Orientation soon.
Well-being:
Dead tired, and slightly drunk.
Job:
Go to hell, Sam. And to hell with my boss for throwing hiss fit without regard to anyone else.
Reading:
Book: Um...
Manga: Skyhigh Karma (and thank god, Inuyasha has ended after 12 years).
Watching:
Princess Nine, Ergo Proxy, Azumanga Daioh (all through PSP)
Playing:
Jeanne D'Arc (Stage 4) , Metal Gear Solid 4 (Act 1: Liquid Sun)
Two Cents (or 1.28 Euro Cents):
It does not matter if Randolph should have seen his firing coming from miles away or the fact that Mets were under-performing to the point of needing coach replacements. The fact is that he got axed at 3:15 AM EDT, and NO ONE deserves to get fired in such ungodly hour.
And I want all the narcotic junkies to mark their calendars on next refill date and STOP calling every f***ing other days to have their fix when it's 5, 10, or 15 days too soon. Keep on doing that, and I might have to start calling DEA office to have ourselves raided, their narcotic supplying doctors, and the abuser's home as well.
Thanks for nothing, Sam. You are a real pal for leaving us high and dry in the store while you ignore our call for help. Let us repay you by turning away customer on the basis that we cannot take care of them since we have no one to take care of them.
Oh, who am I kidding... he doesn't give a damn as long as his "cost cutting" measure appeases his bosses.
School:
Orientation soon.
Well-being:
Dead tired, and slightly drunk.
Job:
Go to hell, Sam. And to hell with my boss for throwing hiss fit without regard to anyone else.
Reading:
Book: Um...
Manga: Skyhigh Karma (and thank god, Inuyasha has ended after 12 years).
Watching:
Princess Nine, Ergo Proxy, Azumanga Daioh (all through PSP)
Playing:
Jeanne D'Arc (Stage 4) , Metal Gear Solid 4 (Act 1: Liquid Sun)
Two Cents (or 1.28 Euro Cents):
It does not matter if Randolph should have seen his firing coming from miles away or the fact that Mets were under-performing to the point of needing coach replacements. The fact is that he got axed at 3:15 AM EDT, and NO ONE deserves to get fired in such ungodly hour.
And I want all the narcotic junkies to mark their calendars on next refill date and STOP calling every f***ing other days to have their fix when it's 5, 10, or 15 days too soon. Keep on doing that, and I might have to start calling DEA office to have ourselves raided, their narcotic supplying doctors, and the abuser's home as well.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Tears of allergy
Classes are over, and I am heading into yet another summer break. Pinning ceremony for the upper-classman was somewhat disappointing, and left plenty of room to improve upon (so that we won't end up with same dumpy ceremony).
I have been sneezing up the storm, and nothing seems to work. Perhaps I should confine myself inside and refuse to go outside.
My friend's wedding is almost here, and once I figure out how to embed the picture within the blog, I might post few shots (and no, I won't post anything embarrassing). Trip to Shea Stadium has been delayed, hopefully I will get a new camera by then.
School:
End of the semester, passed all the classes. No summer classes for me (I hate them).
Well-being:
Sneezing up the storm.
Job:
Perfectly dreadful, and my PDM is a.... never mind.
Reading:
Book: Open for suggestion.
Manga: Omamori Himari (by Matra Milan)
Watching:
Too many events in CNN Headline News.
Two Cents (buys less than two cents worth of penny raw material):
Entire stock of Digitek (generic-brand of Digoxin) becomes the latest of recalled medicine, and screws up the lives of million people out there. Panic ensues! Geezers call to plea their cases and try to buy some sympathy from us (as if I haven't heard every excuses already). The simple fact is that the Mylan/Bertek/UDL fucked it up big time and once again we take the blunt end of misery. Getting tired of telling people that "yes, we are well aware of the fact; no, we haven't been able to secure bottles of digoxin from other companies; yes, over 20000 pharmacies are going through same shit, trying to secure their supplies; yes, we can give you few tablets to hold over; no, I'm not uncaring, just sick of repeating myself in front of groveling, sobbing people who are just as selfish as I am.". Now, please stop calling every pharmacies and tell your life stories. Next geezer can't call us to tell same story if you are hogging the phone all day long, ok?
I have been sneezing up the storm, and nothing seems to work. Perhaps I should confine myself inside and refuse to go outside.
My friend's wedding is almost here, and once I figure out how to embed the picture within the blog, I might post few shots (and no, I won't post anything embarrassing). Trip to Shea Stadium has been delayed, hopefully I will get a new camera by then.
School:
End of the semester, passed all the classes. No summer classes for me (I hate them).
Well-being:
Sneezing up the storm.
Job:
Perfectly dreadful, and my PDM is a.... never mind.
Reading:
Book: Open for suggestion.
Manga: Omamori Himari (by Matra Milan)
Watching:
Too many events in CNN Headline News.
Two Cents (buys less than two cents worth of penny raw material):
Entire stock of Digitek (generic-brand of Digoxin) becomes the latest of recalled medicine, and screws up the lives of million people out there. Panic ensues! Geezers call to plea their cases and try to buy some sympathy from us (as if I haven't heard every excuses already). The simple fact is that the Mylan/Bertek/UDL fucked it up big time and once again we take the blunt end of misery. Getting tired of telling people that "yes, we are well aware of the fact; no, we haven't been able to secure bottles of digoxin from other companies; yes, over 20000 pharmacies are going through same shit, trying to secure their supplies; yes, we can give you few tablets to hold over; no, I'm not uncaring, just sick of repeating myself in front of groveling, sobbing people who are just as selfish as I am.". Now, please stop calling every pharmacies and tell your life stories. Next geezer can't call us to tell same story if you are hogging the phone all day long, ok?
Saturday, April 26, 2008
NexGen into the LastGen
Store conversion is finally completed, and at last, my old discount card has become nothing more than a memory. With all the changes it has brought, with people leaving, stores closing, curses are often heard like a casual greeting, and frown are the only face worn by the people around me.
As for me, I feel as if I'm stuck in a vortex of misery, forever swirling around and around into the abyss of numbness of indifference and agony.
School:
Almost at the end of the semester, two papers to write, and few more exams before the finals.
Well-being:
Tired and worn out, but still managing to do what I have to do.
Job:
Understaffed and overworked, thinking about finding new job real soon.
Reading:
Book: Textbook
Manga: Zetman (from the author of I"s. Very dark, and very good)
Watching:
Mets! Mets! Mets!
Two Cents:
So you blame everyone for your medicaid not working. That how suck our government and how suck we are for not being able to just magically override PA for your $1000 medicine. Well... how about not blaming us for your lazy fat ass keep on growing and get a job to support yourself? I'm sick of dishing out hundreds of dollars every year on medicaid to those ungrateful bastards when I have no health insurance of my own to count on.
As for me, I feel as if I'm stuck in a vortex of misery, forever swirling around and around into the abyss of numbness of indifference and agony.
School:
Almost at the end of the semester, two papers to write, and few more exams before the finals.
Well-being:
Tired and worn out, but still managing to do what I have to do.
Job:
Understaffed and overworked, thinking about finding new job real soon.
Reading:
Book: Textbook
Manga: Zetman (from the author of I"s. Very dark, and very good)
Watching:
Mets! Mets! Mets!
Two Cents:
So you blame everyone for your medicaid not working. That how suck our government and how suck we are for not being able to just magically override PA for your $1000 medicine. Well... how about not blaming us for your lazy fat ass keep on growing and get a job to support yourself? I'm sick of dishing out hundreds of dollars every year on medicaid to those ungrateful bastards when I have no health insurance of my own to count on.
Friday, February 22, 2008
Laughing at my own misery while digging out the car from snow pile
It's day... whatever. I am already few weeks into this semester, few tests after me, and more before me. Just had 3rd snow day, which is probably something of record setter for my college. At the least it spared me from having to write another clinical paper which was due today XD.
Love digging the car out while cursing at some random object. One thing that has been constant with my Olds is that the thing has a way to keep me honest. Water bracket broke (and I had no idea such thing existed until then), it's finally fixed. Rear Defroster didn't work, and turned out it just had low amp. to make it worth awhile.
So I brave through this winter season in nicely chilled car, while I drown the engine noise with Sakamoto Maaya's DIVE album. Oh yes, I do sing along. Quite possibly the worst sing along ever, and I haven't been shameful enough to dare tape my singing. It would put Prez. Bush's rambling to shame.
School:
So much harder... and reminds me that getting old sucks monkey's butt.
Well-being:
Beef jerky makes poor substitute for a meal... and same goes with Tator Tots.
Job:
Floater named "S" is an absolute piece of work. And a creep, and a pervert, and a lecher, and a moocher, and a shameless asshole, and incompetent baboon, and...
Reading:
Book: Textbooks
Manga: Kamisama wa Chuugakusei! aka. Kamichu! (by Naruko Hanaharu, and yes, his hmanga is even better!!)
Watching:
Democrat mudslinging.
Two cents:
DEA complains about CII abuse, and yet, they changed the regulation to allow doctors to write consecutive scripts to let patients have 90 day supplies. Why? Because either A) DEA is run by paradoxical contradiction makers (sounds like our government to me), or B) DEA is run by pro-MD ass kissers. Feels a lot like peeping through the keyhole to hell. As if it isn't bad enough to battle with bunch of drug abusers. I think bulletproof glass will be needed real soon in pharmacies everywhere.
Love digging the car out while cursing at some random object. One thing that has been constant with my Olds is that the thing has a way to keep me honest. Water bracket broke (and I had no idea such thing existed until then), it's finally fixed. Rear Defroster didn't work, and turned out it just had low amp. to make it worth awhile.
So I brave through this winter season in nicely chilled car, while I drown the engine noise with Sakamoto Maaya's DIVE album. Oh yes, I do sing along. Quite possibly the worst sing along ever, and I haven't been shameful enough to dare tape my singing. It would put Prez. Bush's rambling to shame.
School:
So much harder... and reminds me that getting old sucks monkey's butt.
Well-being:
Beef jerky makes poor substitute for a meal... and same goes with Tator Tots.
Job:
Floater named "S" is an absolute piece of work. And a creep, and a pervert, and a lecher, and a moocher, and a shameless asshole, and incompetent baboon, and...
Reading:
Book: Textbooks
Manga: Kamisama wa Chuugakusei! aka. Kamichu! (by Naruko Hanaharu, and yes, his hmanga is even better!!)
Watching:
Democrat mudslinging.
Two cents:
DEA complains about CII abuse, and yet, they changed the regulation to allow doctors to write consecutive scripts to let patients have 90 day supplies. Why? Because either A) DEA is run by paradoxical contradiction makers (sounds like our government to me), or B) DEA is run by pro-MD ass kissers. Feels a lot like peeping through the keyhole to hell. As if it isn't bad enough to battle with bunch of drug abusers. I think bulletproof glass will be needed real soon in pharmacies everywhere.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Sympathy is easy to fake, but empathy is hard to come by.
Day 3 of new semester has gone by, and I felt like I just got hit by a 16-wheeler. I couldn't see where I was going, and before I realized it, Day 1 was already over. And to think that I volunteered to attend early classes... too late to make a change but to remind myself every morning that attending morning classes when I am a night owl. I feel like a moron now.
My wonderful (insert sarcasm here) job has swindled me. My paycheck pulled a magical disappearing act, and I am short by roughly 40%. Just when I found out that I might have to dish out $400 on books, I am officially broke until next month. Isn't life ought to kick my groin or what?
School:
Started, and already dreading it.
Well-being:
Might have to start an involuntary diet like Gari.
Job:
They robbed me in broad daylight! SOB.
Reading:
Book: Class notes.
Manga: Nazo no Kanojo X (by Ueshiba Riichi; one behind "Yume Tsukai")
Watching:
South Carolina Primary Report.
Two Cents:
Simvastatin (generic Zocor, the cholesterol reducing drug) pulled an amazing disappearing act. All pharmacies using McKessen as their primary distributor are all affected by it. Next time you go to your local pharmacy and told by them that they are out of 20mg and 40mg, don't bitch at them. It's not their fault. Call up Teva and tell them to stop getting their factories blown up by terrorists or move the factory out of Jerusalem.
My wonderful (insert sarcasm here) job has swindled me. My paycheck pulled a magical disappearing act, and I am short by roughly 40%. Just when I found out that I might have to dish out $400 on books, I am officially broke until next month. Isn't life ought to kick my groin or what?
School:
Started, and already dreading it.
Well-being:
Might have to start an involuntary diet like Gari.
Job:
They robbed me in broad daylight! SOB.
Reading:
Book: Class notes.
Manga: Nazo no Kanojo X (by Ueshiba Riichi; one behind "Yume Tsukai")
Watching:
South Carolina Primary Report.
Two Cents:
Simvastatin (generic Zocor, the cholesterol reducing drug) pulled an amazing disappearing act. All pharmacies using McKessen as their primary distributor are all affected by it. Next time you go to your local pharmacy and told by them that they are out of 20mg and 40mg, don't bitch at them. It's not their fault. Call up Teva and tell them to stop getting their factories blown up by terrorists or move the factory out of Jerusalem.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Snow! (and how this powdery goodness is killing my car)
I got together with my friends for the first time in a long while, and we ended up stuffing our face with food until we literally exploded. Not the prettiest sight you could imagine. Timesquare is looking sparkling as ever, even at 2AM, when the most of visitors either heads home, or to their hotel room. All I could see is a NYPD cop getting a free coffee inside a 24-hour Starbucks, and some random joe talking on the phone while heading to nowhere. It was drizzling outside, so I could imagine that it must've been snowing where I live now.
Yoshinaga (it's some japanese food chain that serves beef bowl) in Timesquare is their 1000th chain. I didn't even see the sign inside the store until now. Brooklyn USA Diner is one truly shining example of everything being overpriced around there. Todai (it's sushi buffet place around 32nd street) is expensive... at $27.95 per person, you better bring someone who will eat their money's worth, and some more. At the least fishes were fresh and quite edible.
School:
One more week until Spring Semester begins.
Well-being:
Needs to take Pepto-Bismo.
Job:
Driving 1 hour to work really drains out the gas tank. It doesn't help that my feet aches after standing up for 9 hours or so.
Reading:
Book: Nothing (just some newspapers, and Popular Mechanics)
Manga: Umi no Misaki (For you leeches, thank Gari for translating, and editing, and I for bring this series to Gari)
Watching:
NFL Playoffs.
Two Cents:
Vytorin and Zetia really failed on the clinical trial. All those stupid commercials about Zetia, and funny ones about Vytorin disappeared from the TV since yesterday. I expect many angry patients to see their doctors and pharmacists. (Whatever should I do about those 15 bottles of unopened bottle of Zetia?)
Yoshinaga (it's some japanese food chain that serves beef bowl) in Timesquare is their 1000th chain. I didn't even see the sign inside the store until now. Brooklyn USA Diner is one truly shining example of everything being overpriced around there. Todai (it's sushi buffet place around 32nd street) is expensive... at $27.95 per person, you better bring someone who will eat their money's worth, and some more. At the least fishes were fresh and quite edible.
School:
One more week until Spring Semester begins.
Well-being:
Needs to take Pepto-Bismo.
Job:
Driving 1 hour to work really drains out the gas tank. It doesn't help that my feet aches after standing up for 9 hours or so.
Reading:
Book: Nothing (just some newspapers, and Popular Mechanics)
Manga: Umi no Misaki (For you leeches, thank Gari for translating, and editing, and I for bring this series to Gari)
Watching:
NFL Playoffs.
Two Cents:
Vytorin and Zetia really failed on the clinical trial. All those stupid commercials about Zetia, and funny ones about Vytorin disappeared from the TV since yesterday. I expect many angry patients to see their doctors and pharmacists. (Whatever should I do about those 15 bottles of unopened bottle of Zetia?)
Friday, January 04, 2008
2008 is the year of... what animal is it again?
Wishing that everyone had good Christmas, and got what you wished for (if not, there's always next year, right?)
2008 is the year of Rat, by the way. With up coming election brewing in full force, I smell stench of rats gathering around in Washington D.C. already.
It's pretty cold here, and yet another birthday of mine came and left. I thank those who sent me a card (especially my cousin Sue).
Few more days until the classes resume, so until then...
School:
Read my previous post.
Well-being:
Had cupcake as my birthday cake. Otherwise, not so bad.
Job:
Able to take on few more hours from other stores; and very annoyed.
Reading:
Book: Mitchell Report (and my gawd, it's boring report at that)
Manga: Kurogane (by Toume Kei, one of my favorite author)
Watching:
College Bowls (minus Rose Bowl), NFL, and lots of PBS HD (Loved their MET presentation of 'Il Barbiere di Siviglia')
Two Cents:
Never knew that PS3 could be so loud while in operation. MGS4 is looking more promising as the days go by.
Protonix is now available as Generic, and Zyrtec will be out as Generic and OTC. Allergy sufferers, rejoice!
2008 is the year of Rat, by the way. With up coming election brewing in full force, I smell stench of rats gathering around in Washington D.C. already.
It's pretty cold here, and yet another birthday of mine came and left. I thank those who sent me a card (especially my cousin Sue).
Few more days until the classes resume, so until then...
School:
Read my previous post.
Well-being:
Had cupcake as my birthday cake. Otherwise, not so bad.
Job:
Able to take on few more hours from other stores; and very annoyed.
Reading:
Book: Mitchell Report (and my gawd, it's boring report at that)
Manga: Kurogane (by Toume Kei, one of my favorite author)
Watching:
College Bowls (minus Rose Bowl), NFL, and lots of PBS HD (Loved their MET presentation of 'Il Barbiere di Siviglia')
Two Cents:
Never knew that PS3 could be so loud while in operation. MGS4 is looking more promising as the days go by.
Protonix is now available as Generic, and Zyrtec will be out as Generic and OTC. Allergy sufferers, rejoice!
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