Every year there are those "suprise gifts"..you know the people that you don't know if you should buy for or not. It always creates an ackward situation. Luckily I had only 1 gift given to me that I was aware of..and I only gave one. It is a dead give away by the facial reactions of someone who gets a gift they werent' expecting. Oh the holidays. I get to head home after work tomorrow for Christmas. For once it would be nice to not feel like I have to rush to get home after work. I feel like that happens with all the holidays. I get to stay home a few days and then back home. You know really I don't work that many hours a week, but the times of my shifts make it seem worse I think. Second week of January..second week of January..then I will hopefully get a more normal schedule.
Speaking of work. I got my evaluation at work. If I was in school it would be a C+. Now if this were let's say...German class..I could live with that (oh..how that was my least favorite class....only learning how to say I don't speak German)..but this is work we are talking about. What did I get marked down on you ask? Well I am "sometimes" professional and "sometimes" appropriate with other clinical staff. Evidently I don't play well with others..i.e. I am perhaps the wicked bitch of the (insert name of hospital I work at - I try to keep some personal stuff disclosed on here). Did I unknowingly become a big ole bitch without realizing it? Is this the reason I sometimes feel like I have less friends around? I don't think so, but let's be honest...my evaluation has me thinking.
My heart. I have decided that the reason I have no energy and feel like it would be a difficult task to try to date someone new is that my heart is divided in too many places right now. If I could I would draw a pie graph for visual effect to satisfy my OCDness..but I will just have to list I suppose. 80% of my heart continues to be in WV...15% in Ireland..and the remaining 5% divided here and there. I working on changing this..but time people..I need time.


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