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Jan. 10th, 2009 05:10 pmMead clearing nicely, looks like it'll be ready to bottle in about a month. Really must get corks. And bottles. And labels. Much as I like my little handwritten ones, as ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cartographer once pointed out my handwriting is legible, just not in any alphabet anyone else has ever heard of. And it's gotten worse. I can no longer complain about my surname being spelt wrongly by people when my signature is Sah McCsquiggle.
Have a couple of things to sort out about Edinburgh trip, and sort out my bollockin' over attendance. Ah, it won't be a proper bollockin', might have to do a few days placement to make up for missing so very many lectures (where very many = less than 20) cos ABA don't care that students have personal lives. The idea of nursing and midwifery being jobs rather than vocations is one that is not exactly common. My mother was given a poem once that witters on about cheerful nurses doing double shifts because they'll get their reward in heaven. Sod that, I want my reward in my bank account. (That said, if what I do didn't give me warm fuzzies I wouldn't be doing it, and the warm fuzzies make up for the hospitals getting a full year's work out of me with no pay.)
My being vocal about mandatory "how to use de inturnets" classes led to being given the choice about attending 4 hours of same yesterday. 4 hours would have made me cry, there's only so many snarky asides I can make. Being told how to use college resources for finding things that we need for essays and the like is all fine and well, but if anyone still needs that in third year then I fear for the future of humanity. (I swear, there was half an hour of being told what the difference between AND and OR is.) But that's a rant I've gone through before.
Off to make cheesecake, seeing as I seem to be mostly vomit free. It's only taken a week. Emma had it on Thursday, took her 6 hours to get better. I wish I was 3, too.
cartographer once pointed out my handwriting is legible, just not in any alphabet anyone else has ever heard of. And it's gotten worse. I can no longer complain about my surname being spelt wrongly by people when my signature is Sah McCsquiggle.Have a couple of things to sort out about Edinburgh trip, and sort out my bollockin' over attendance. Ah, it won't be a proper bollockin', might have to do a few days placement to make up for missing so very many lectures (where very many = less than 20) cos ABA don't care that students have personal lives. The idea of nursing and midwifery being jobs rather than vocations is one that is not exactly common. My mother was given a poem once that witters on about cheerful nurses doing double shifts because they'll get their reward in heaven. Sod that, I want my reward in my bank account. (That said, if what I do didn't give me warm fuzzies I wouldn't be doing it, and the warm fuzzies make up for the hospitals getting a full year's work out of me with no pay.)
My being vocal about mandatory "how to use de inturnets" classes led to being given the choice about attending 4 hours of same yesterday. 4 hours would have made me cry, there's only so many snarky asides I can make. Being told how to use college resources for finding things that we need for essays and the like is all fine and well, but if anyone still needs that in third year then I fear for the future of humanity. (I swear, there was half an hour of being told what the difference between AND and OR is.) But that's a rant I've gone through before.
Off to make cheesecake, seeing as I seem to be mostly vomit free. It's only taken a week. Emma had it on Thursday, took her 6 hours to get better. I wish I was 3, too.
