Posts tagged ‘roommates’

I Just Got My White Coat And Stethoscope!

i’ve finished my first full week of a full time job.  i have to say the gig is pretty sweet.  i worked 8-3:30.  ideally I would love to be a woman of leisure and have a side job from 1-4.  you know…when no good tv is on.  something to keep me busy and get me out of the house, but this isn’t so bad.  although, i have found myself going to bed at 11, a bit too early for the normal me. the pay’s not great, but that’s what happens when you work for a non-profit company.   in reality, how much do i really need anyway?  i have noted one dramatic change.

once you start working full time, less time is spent shopping, talking to friends, or other routines.  i have spent no money on clothes in the last week, something that is hard to avoid when you have nothing to do.  with a lot of free time there’s never enough malls.  i also talk to my friends when i can, not when i feel like it.  yeah, that’s a shame.  this weekend i could only find time during my walk back from the library.  although, there is the occasional text.  my friend matt sent me this one: “i just got my white coat and stethoscope.  i am pretty much a doctor!”  i also got a call from my friend that i refer to as date, he was on the phone along with two of my old my roommates.  these things make you sad, and make me wish i was there with them to experience the new moments in the their lives.  at this moment you press play on michael buble’s “home,” as a few tears fall down your cheek. 

Let me go home
I’m just too far from where you are
I wanna come home


September 8, 2008 at 7:58 pm 1 comment

Omaha, Somewhere in Middle America

Well I’m here…Omaha, somewhere in middle america; and it was an interesting past few days leading up to today.

Two days ago while I was still at home packing and prepping for an adventure of a lifetime, my car left with some of my most “valuable” treasures inside.  My cousin, let’s call her sophia, and I made arrangements to send our cars.  With the price of fuel where it is, sending it is comparable to driving but is still more.  So she made a mental list of pros and cons of driving to omaha with her mom.  She realized that they would be arguing the entire ride because her mom, the godmother (as she will now be referred).  The godmother likes to drive in silence; radio, talking, and especially whistling are not allowed.  What a miserable and long ride.  So we called a company and scheduled a pick-up with a man named saba (this is where the story really gets interesting).

First the cars were to be picked up on monday, but no saba.  Then it was tuesday, no saba.  So finally we had enough of him, and wanted to protect ourselves.  We thought it was appropriate to ask for his full name, to which he replied, “why you wanna know? you no need to know.”  (for obvious hilarious reasons this has become the catch phrase for omaha…which has lead to it being posted on my facebook wall).  Eventually his driver showed and the cars were loaded.

My dad was there when they were loaded and was talking to the driver.  He asked him where he was from, the guy said, “Ukraine” (this is where you must use your imagination to make use of his accent that cannot be shown in type, just think U-Kkkkraine with that arabic like throat noise in the Kkkkr position).

So today, the cars pulled into NE and we are finally settled.  If this is the start of our adventure, I can’t wait for the rest of it to begin.

August 15, 2008 at 11:03 pm Leave a comment

Seinfeld Phase 7?


I had to work yesterday, usually I would go to the gym in the morning before work, but because it was a holiday I was forced to switch it up.  I ended up going to the gym after dinner with some roommates.  It was a lot different, normally I see a total of no more than five other people there.   I got on an elliptical next to my roommate and of course we both tuned in to watch ET and then some dance competition show.  I looked over and laughed with her when the second show came on because she’s obsessed with dance competitions.  We all did crunches together and started laughing uncontrollably for reasons that I cannot reveal (but ones you can imagine).  And on the way out I showed them the rule of the gym that calls for no swearing, grunting or yelling.  Yeah like that’s gonna happen, every guy in there grunts when he’s lifting.  It must be they’re natural reaction, or what they think they’re natural reaction should be to show that they are tough.

Today I called an audible: doing what I want when I want.  Since I had no classes, it made it pretty easy.  I slept in, which for me was 7:30; that’s a whole hour later than normal. I also went home this morning to make hummus, and for no other reason.  Yes that’s right, I traveled roundtrip, according to mapquest 61.32 miles, google maps 61.6, just for some hummus.  And believe me, it was well worth it.  I then spent a good hour and a half at lunch with my roommate…also well spent.  We figure the panic age for most women who want to get married is 27.  We also decided that a part time job is the best answer to having a life with kids, otherwise you’re just lazy.  The conversation was very insightful and enlightening.

February 19, 2008 at 3:19 pm 5 comments