The psychology of a psychiatrist

For the rest of this week my co-worker will be out and I will be covering for her. This is good because upon her retirement on the 30th I will be taking her position. So, this morning I rounded with the Attending (Dr. G) and other members of the team. Dr. G told me at the beginning of rounds that I am one of his favorite people in the world. I didn't know what to say except 'thank you'. Then I started thinking about just what the hell he was trying to do kissing my ass like that. Now, I really like this particular doctor, but it was strange and he probably tells everyone that anyway so I should just take the compliment and move on. Which I did.

Dream a Dream for Hair

I dreamed about the retards again last night but all I can remember from the dream is that my friend Ryan had a new hair do. This is made more weird by the fact that 7 days ago Ryan text me: 'I think I'm going to try a new hair dew. The damn Shamwow guy (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ns4mnmNBk1Y), whom I might add was arrested last week for beating up a prostitute, has the same style as me.' I suggested a few things he might try then forgot about the whole thing. Cut to this morning and my dream and me texting Ryan to let him know about the dream. He tells me he got his hair cut yesterday with new do and all. He even went with one of my suggestions. I think this is all very weird. I also think it is very funny that Ryan changed his hair because of the Shamwow guy. I don't know how he even got to that point but it's funny to think that he was watching TV or youtube one day and saw that commercial that was all "Goddamnit! Now I have to change my hair!" Hilarious.

Another not so funny story is that I'm getting new flooring in the bathroom of my apartment tomorrow. Since moving in I have noticed the smell of urine in the bathroom. This smell gets much worse after showering and on warm days. After much cleaning and trying to ignore I finally addressed this issue with the apartment company and first they checked(cleaned?) the "P-trap". Then I had to go about educating myself about a p-trap. The smell remained. So now new flooring and hopefully no more pee smell but my own.

In other news we are just waiting and waiting and waiting for Thursday afternoon to get here. It's only taken almost two months and I'm officially over the waiting. Lets move on already. Eric, I know you passed and I love you even though I dream about other guys sometimes. But never any of my ex-boyfriends so that's something right?

Things aren't always what they seem...

People frequently tell me that they think I'm stuck up and mean before they get to know me. I'm not sure how to take this. I gues it means that I LOOK stuck up and mean? If you don't know me then how would you even come to those conclusions? Beats the hell out of me. This doesn't really bother me much and I guess what bothers me most is that maybe people are avoiding me because I seem to be something I am not, which is an awfully complicated thing to be doing with someone who you don't even know. I guess its the same as me being annoyed by those really happy, hyper, always chipper and smiley people. But I don't think that because they are that way outwardly then they are thay way within. Perhaps I should. Perhaps. Anyway theres not a whole lot that can be done about this because I think its mostly that I have good posture and I don't smile a whole lot. The way I hold my face or something. Fuck it.

Ok, ok

Now for my monthly post.

All is well in gabieland. Nothing exciting has happened so there has not been anything exciting to report.

I have begun making coasters out of tile and cross stitching quotes for my friends and family. That in itself is evidence that nothing exciting has been going on in my life.

A guy I graduated school with was killed in a car accident a couple weeks ago. Brad Gibson. He visited me in my dreams this past weekend. This is weird because we were not friends, just acquaintances, and I haven't seen him in years. In my dream we were just kinda hanging out and talking. He was very sweet and I think that is how he was all the time.
This is how I imagine any sort of afterlife to be. I think when you're dead you're just dead and you sort of live on in people's memories. I don't believe in heaven or hell and I think those who do are irrational thinkers and need a way to cope with dying. Brad will live on for a long time because a lot of people loved him and will miss him terribly.

Things I Love

And just because I am seeming like a bitter old cunt here are some things I love:

-Live Music

-Smart/Funny People

-My family, friends, and Eric

-Candy

-Game Night

-Whiskey

Things I loathe. People version. Part 2.

-Inconsiderate upstairs neighbors who walk around in their heeled shoes at all hours of the day and night(take your fucking shoes off and put on some goddamn slippers already).

-Inconsiderate upstairs neighbors who are too selfabsorbed to realize there are other people in the building who may be responsible employees who have to be at work in the morning and can not sleep with all the walking and talking and music and shit going on upstairs.

Things I loathe. Things version.

-Organized religion

-Pro-life movement

-Dirty fingernails

-"Honkey Tonks"