I really don't know why I felt like I needed a journal. Nothing really exciting ever happens in my life. Even though I am a paramedic, I can't really write about all the gore and guts, most of my days at work are filled with administrative stuff. When I do end up working a shift on the truck, the only kinds of calls I get are boring.
Friday was an truly exciting day spent with 3 hours of driving to a meeting, sitting through the worst 2 hours of boring, repetive crap, then a three hour drive home. By the time I got home, my butt was numb and my neck was killing me from having to sit in the same position for so long. Today was equally exciting. I attended a Advanced Cardiac Life Support Instructor class. I can now teach the boring stuff! Hey, why not spread the joy? One good thing, I was so happy to get out of the class at one instead of the projected 5:30. As soon as I got home, the phone rang and my boss informed me someone had called in sick and I had to go to work. Oh just freaking great. All I want is one lousy day off to do absolutly nothing. So..in true Cindy, I did the only thing I could. I whinned.. Made me feel better and suprise, it actually worked this time, sorta. I only have to work an hour and a 1/2 until shift change.
Tomorrow, I'm going to the mall and get new glasses. I'm thinking of frames with tiny ladybugs perched on tiny leaves. I wish I were that brave. I wish I had the personality or ball to wear stuff that called attention to myself. Most of my time is spent trying to figure out how to become even more invisable.
Thats all folks!