Monthly Archive for September, 2006

out of town again

I’ll be back on Monday!

i’m going for village idiot here

Idiots are fun. No wonder every village wants one.
—Dr. Gregory House, “House, MD: Forever”

Yep. I must be hanging out with my husband too much because he’s rubbing off on me in all the wrong ways. Unconsciously even to me, I’m trying to make myself known as the village idiot in the lab. I just can’t seem to get anything right when it comes to these collaborators that I’m working with on a clinical study (the one that I had to get to lab early for on Monday). And these missteps are really making me feel like an idiot. And if I feel like an idiot, it’s a pretty safe bet to assume that the other people involved are thinking the same. And I don’t take well to being thought of as dumb because I am anything but. I’ve just been a little off balance lately and everybody has off days, right? Why do mine just happen to fall on all the days when somebody is actually watching?

So first, there was the whole find-a-room-that-we-can-use-to-do-our-studies
thing. One of the collaborators had said he was going to take care of it.
And he didn’t. Then when I asked him about it months later, he pawned the task off on me and gave me the name of some nurse to contact. So much for promises. If I had known he wasn’t going to follow through, I would have done something myself sooner, before the other collaborators started questioning me about it, making me feel, oh I don’t know, incompetent?

Then I contacted the nurse who responded by telling me that she would get back to me. And get back to me she never did. Then it was the summer of the in-laws and sprained ankle, so I didn’t follow up with the whole situation as well as I should have. So our collaborator’s grad student took up the task and contacted someone else about the room and got it squared away immediately. Thanks a lot. So I had the wrong person. No wonder I got nowhere. So that was my first foray into idiothood.

Then, there was this Monday, when we had our first patients. I very much didn’t want to look like an idiot again, so I made sure to scope out the building where our study was going to take place the day before (even though it was Sunday and I had no reason whatsoever to drive all the way out there) to make sure there would be parking since I would be transporting equipment over and would really be screwed if I got there to find no parking. So Monday morning, I wake up early, get to the lab half an hour early, pack up our equipment and drive over to the building by the appointed time of 8:30. Got nervous about the parking because everyone else parked there had a different permit from mine, but decided that I had no time to waste and that I would rather live with a parking ticket than looking like an idiot again. So I got out of the car and walked into the building only to realize that I was in the wrong building. How did I know? Well, the room I was supposed to go to was 3xxx and the building I went to only had numbers in the 3xx. By now it was 8:40, but I had no choice but to drive back to the lab and find the other grad student’s phone number to call her to ask which building I was supposed to be in. She, of course, thought I was an idiot for not knowing. So that’s strike two. I didn’t get there until 8:50, and of course, there was no parking at all around that building for staff/employees, leaving me no choice but to park in a patient-parking-only designated space and hope that I didn’t get a ticket.

Thankfully I was able to find the room with little trouble, but our first subject had been there since 8:10 and I felt really bad about being late. At least I didn’t do anything idiotic while working with the subjects. And I didn’t get a ticket either. So I thought the idiocy was over.

That is, until today, when something possessed me to email the other grad student to ask for the subjects’ codes and information. Keep in mind that I was not having a good day today—too much in-law drama. I really should have just put it off. But I was trying really hard to not procrastinate, to be productive, to take the initiative. Well, of course, she responds to tell me that we’re not supposed to send patient information over the internet, not very nicely either. I knew that!!! That’s why I asked for the codes. And I responded to try to tell her that. But she just turned it around into a huge idiotfest by telling me that I could have asked her mentor for the information since he’s just down the hall. Well, I’m sorry, but I thought he was like my mentor and has his grad students keep all of his data!

I just want to crawl into a hole and not come out. Or scream at the top of my lungs that I’m not an idiot, goshdarnit! But what would any of that do? The sad fact is that the environment that I’ve been in for the last two+ years has made me dull. Quite dull. I’ve turned *shudder* mediocre. I’ve turned into a sand person. And I can’t stand that I let that happen. But it’s so hard for me to break myself free from what I’ve become even though I despise it with every fiber of my being. I can see why sand people like to keep their heads in the sand. It’s just too much work otherwise. Well, sand person I will be no more! As of today, uh wait, Monday since it’s the weekend, I will pull myself out of this rut that I’m stuck in. I will not be lazy. I will start studying for my quals. I will schedule those experiments I’ve been putting off. I will analyze the data that I’ve left to pile up for months now. I will not be an idiot anymore. I will be me.

But please kick me if I start falling into old habits.

inspirational music for life’s (annoying) little moments 1.6

I am certainly annoyed today to put it lightly. It’s a long story, so I won’t bother, but of course, it has to do with the in-laws, who I have the distinct pleasure of having to visit this weekend and the fact that my husband continues to refuse to see them for the evil daughter-/sister-in-law torturers they are. So the song that I’ve chosen for this week is: Get Set Go – I Hate Everyone, a catchy and amusing song about…well, hating everyone. Because right now, I think I hate everyone. And I’ve never hated anyone before. I’m certainly turning into a little monster.

As always, feel free to submit song suggestions through the contact form.

ah, med students…

They’re so amusing.  On Monday, I was driving to the lab early for once because of the fact that I had a clinical study to be at by 8:00.  Driving to the lab early is no fun because that’s when everyone else goes to work and it makes for a lot more traffic than I like.  After having finally navigated myself off of the freeway, I ended up in the long line of cars in the right turn lane for the street where the medical center is located.  This line takes forever because the stoplight never stays green long enough and because of the idiots who cut in at the last minute because they think they’re too good to wait in line like the rest of us.  So while I was waiting this morning, I noticed a black Prius stop behind me.  “Cool, a Prius!” I thought to myself (I wasn’t driving my new one yet at the time).  Upon further examination in my rearview mirror, I figured that the driver had to be a med student.  Why?  Well, because he was wearing a white coat.  Of course, he could have been a doctor.  But the dead giveaway was the fact that he was wearing his stethoscope around his neck.  While driving to the hospital?!  I understand that during the course of a busy day of seeing patient after patient, that you just might not have time to put your stethoscope into your white coat pocket (and that it gets bothersome to keep having to pull it out of your white coat pocket).  But while driving to the hospital early in the morning (meaning you’re probably coming from home)?!  That’s just showing off.  Or maybe he figured he just might walk into an emergency where he would immediately need his stethoscope?  Because, of course, med students are always the first to respond during emergencies.  Right.  Maybe it was his first day and I shouldn’t be so harsh.  Whatever the reason, med students sure do the darndest things.

lines in the sand (season 3, episode 4)

FOREMAN: I had a date last night. She screamed. Should we spend $100,000 testing her?
HOUSE: Of course not. This isn’t a veterinary hospital.

Go up his rear and get a smear. Which reminds me, I feel like a bagel.

That is so not zen.

You can’t stop our love!

So you think maybe Gray’s Anatomy got it all wrong?

My parents loved me unconditionally. Get out.

Never threaten unless you’re ready to deliver. Makes you look weak. Thank God you don’t have children.

You must be very confused.

Hansel, get samples of the gingerbread house. Bag everything.

HOUSE: After that look, I’m feeling a little frisky. Looks like you’re up.
CUDDY: I’m ovulating. Let’s go.
HOUSE: The frisky—it went away.

HOUSE: If I leave her alone, can I have my carpet back?
CUDDY: No.
HOUSE: If I forget about my carpet, can I have her?

Why can’t you be like all the other age inappropriate girls who have a thing for me?

At what point does a person endlessly lecturing someone make him a jerk?

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grand rounds 3.1

Join the party at this week’s Grand Rounds at Tech Medicine.

tired…

Had a long day of experiments that didn’t go well and unfinished car financing.  So I hope you don’t mind that I didn’t get a chance to write anything today.  I’ll be back tomorrow for sure!

there’s a 2007 prius touring edition sleeping soundly in our garage tonight!

That’s right! Three weeks and one day from when we placed our order for our Prius and we already have it! And exactly what we wanted too! Such luck!

It definitely wasn’t an easy task and I felt like just giving up so many times during the wait, but I’m glad we perservered and got lucky. We weren’t scheduled to receive our Prius for another eight weeks, or so we were told when we called the dealer on Tuesday. And all of a sudden, this weekend, we started questioning our choice to go with a 2007 model instead of a 2006 because we would be losing half of the tax credit. We had been counting on going with a lower package to recoup the difference, but found out earlier this week that the lower package wasn’t available for our region, which made the 2007 and 2006 models the same price except for the loss of half of the tax credit. We knew that our dealership had a 2006 model available and decided to grab that one before the 9/30 deadline. When we called them to tell them so, they told us that a 2007 silver touring edition had just arrived that very morning and we could have it if the person who was currently test driving it didn’t want it.

WTF!!! You told us that we wouldn’t be seeing any 2007s for another eight weeks and then you turn around and get one the very weekend that we called?! And you didn’t call us even though that particular car and package was EXACTLY what we wanted?! And someone’s test driving it?! Dealers are so…annoying.

Of course, we told them that we wanted the 2007 touring. And then we had to wait and wait and wait for them to call us back to let us know whether or not the person who test drove it wanted it. After what seemed like hours and a whole lot of being annoyed at how poorly they’re running things, they finally called and said that the car is ours!

So we cut our trip short, came back today, and came home with our new Prius! All in three weeks, which is amazing considering the demand (the wait is usually much longer) and that it’s a 2007. Not to mention that we’re probably the first ones around here to have a 2007 touring model. :D And it’s also absolutely great! I was kind of hesitant to follow through with this whole thing because the test drive didn’t impress me. The car felt very unstable on turns and on the freeway and I was dreading having to change my driving habits to accommodate this change in the car’s handling. But the touring edition with its special suspension eliminated that and I’m able to drive it normally (or as normally as one can drive a sedan), which totally sealed the deal for me!

So we got our car. But we wouldn’t have if it hadn’t been for the particular set of circumstances that led us to call our dealership yesterday, so there was quite a bit of luck involved. And that makes me happy because: 1) I have my Prius, and 2) I never get lucky.