Reaching Critical Mass

I don't believe I can eat any more broccoli. Ever. I have reached the end of my rope with broccoli.

You know, I've got these strange eating habits. As it is, I have exactly the same thing every day for breakfast, and exactly the same thing every day for lunch. We had Chinese food on Saturday, which we do nearly every Saturday, and I had steamed shrimp and lobster -- very low points, good protein and fiber -- and I decided that it was good, and that I would have steamed shrimp and broccoli every day for dinner from then on.

I made it through four days. Tomorrow, on to other things.

So, K was indeed offered the opportunity to be a graduate assistant, and she was going to accept today, but the next step is submitting her resume (which she did today) and waiting to see if a professor or two picks her. So it's not a done deal, but I can't imagine why they wouldn't. She's got a great background in doing research, if they need a research assistant (which wouldn't be her first choice) and if they want her to help teach, that would be great experience for her, and she's up to it. I think, though, that she'll probably be grading papers and stuff like that. Which is also good experience. Anyway, we'll see what happens.

So I went to see Harry Katz the Sinus Man today, and to avoid my horrible long-wait experience of last week, I arrived prepared to wait, and armed with The Half-Blood Prince. But today, I was in and out in a flash, first to see the doctor, then to get a hearing test, and then to see the doctor for the results. I don't think I finished a page during any wait, and, not surprisingly, Harry Katz turned out to be a huge Harry Potter geek, and we discussed previous books, the upcoming book, and all that, at great length. He used to be a huge Star Trek geek, too (as am I); I was talking to him in his office once (as opposed to an examining room) and he had a micro-machine Enterprise and a micro-machine Borg cube on his desk. (Yeah, well, I had them on my desk at school too. Takes a geek to know a geek.) Anyway, he gave me a rx for prednisone to have on hand if my ears go weird again, and said to keep taking the zyrtec for allergies, instead of allegra. So, I'm there.

This also meant that I took the afternoon as a half sick day, and you know what? I could totally get used to working half days. (It's not an option.) I could work another ten years if I only had to work in the mornings. It was very pleasant. Of course, it was a beautiful day today, so, no hardship being out and about in the afternoon.

I'm going to spend a little more quality time with Harry now.

watching Reba :: entry #1466