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Audreyneon

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Having a night out with the girls from work. Drinks and some live music. Southern Rock cover band.

I have a thing for bass players and this one is no exception. Nice arms. Ass looks great in jeans. A beard I could lose my fingers in. Can't tell if he's making eyes at me or just hoping I'll toss some money in the tip jar. I'm thinking of buying him a drink. I wonder if he's half as thirsty as I am...

'Course, the bartender is looking mighty fine herself...and she's got better tats...

Audreyneon

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Sometimes you repress past traumas and then have the joy of experiencing pain all over again...

Today, I watched my mother scour a cast iron pan with soap and a brillo pad. And it hurt. I'd forgotten I grew up with this travesty as a frequent action. She said she cant, in good conscience, put a seasoned pan in the cabinet. That it's gross.

And I think of all those poor pans she's been scrubbing for years...why bother using cast iron if you're not going to use them properly?

Audreyneon

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This summer's travels brought me back to upstate New York to cover the maternity leave of a PA in a community hospital. There's another PA here and frankly, I hardly think the workload is enough to warrant two PAs but they've managed to convince the doctors otherwise so I haven't said anything to ruin that for them. It's a podunk town in a depressed area with a lot of rednecks and I'm not sure I care fir the general atmosphere but the community is quaint and there are a lot of good people out here. My parents are happy because it's in driving distance and I've enrolled Garrett in a Montessori school with an open pre-school/kindergarten classroom. He's doing really well and has made a few friends.

While on Maternity leave, the other PA found another job and decided not to come back. The position has been open for awhile with only a few applicants that have all turned it down. They've offered me the position twice, most recently yesterday. It's significantly less pay than I'm  making now and obviously I'd lose my housing and vehicle compensation.

But...my school loans are nearly paid off and  after that, I'd only have the usual expenses. Plus a car payment. There are a lot of gorgeous old Victorians here for cheap that need rehabbing, but they all come with sizable yards which would be good for Garrett to play in, and I could try my hand at gardening. The cost of living here is lower than big cities. But there's not a lot to do. Not even a Dunkin or Starbucks, though there's a local coffee house that's always crowded.

There isn't much in the way of a dating pool, although there's a new lab tech who I've been enjoying awkwardly flirting with. He's older and apparently a native of the region, although he did move away for a bit with his recent ex-wife. Yes, I'm treading slowly and carefully in those waters. But he's very sweet and kind, and nothing like the usual people that I fall for.

So...long story short, I'm considering taking the position. Strongly considering it.

Audreyneon

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The ongoing saga of lab week: today was a creativity contest.  Design your own paper lab coat.

I had one I'd done in the style of a leather jacket but considering I'm planning on entering the chili cook off tomorrow and the backlash I got yesterday,  I abstained.

While at lunch, the organizer came up to me and asked where my entry was. I said I hadn't had time to do it. She offered to extend the deadline so I could do something quickly.

Again, I declined.

She wanted me to enter because there were only four other participants.

The thing is, you can't have your cake and eat it too....

Things are not this ridiculous in the CSI lab. Middle aged women just don't know how to keep the lid on the drama.

#notallmiddleagedwomen

Audreyneon

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It's Lab Week, you know, the one week a year that is rats gets a bit of recognition for the hardwork we do year round in the name of patient care. No, sweet old lady in the grocery store, I'm not a nurse.

Lab Week is a time that is uptight tecchies cut loose. Challenge eachother to bake offs and chilli offs and a myriad of other challenges.

Today, my entry into the baking competition took first prize. Just like it did last year and the year before. And, well...people are starting to complain that it isn't fair. That it isn't fun because I always win. The thing is, it's a blind contest. The baked items are left in the break room. The Secretary puts random numbers on them and then everyone tastes and votes.

How is it unfair? Should I stop entering so someone else has a chance to win? Is it my fault they like my dishes best?

Audreyneon

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The morgue is a three part room comprised of the cooler, an attatched autopsy suite, and a bathroom which is accessible both to the suite and the hallway outside.

Following an autopsy today, I took a shower and changed back into my Hello Kitty scrubs. Then I let myself out into the hallway rather than traipse back through the suite.

A doctor was coming out of MIRI across the hall and said, "You know that's the morgue bathroom, right?" The way he said it was as though it was a disgusting room and I should also be freaked out.

I just said, "Well that would explain the dead body in the shower..." locked up, and went on my way.

Maybe I'm a bit oversensitive and reading too much into it, but...yeah, I'm a woman and I do autopsies for a living. Womanhood isn't a condition synonymous with frailty.

Audreyneon

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Whew. Long time no see. Things have been crazy since the holidays. I've been keeping busy with a lot of projects and cooking. I try to keep things at my place as much as I can but with spending so much time at Greg's,  stuff is spilling over. Sometimes I worry he thinks I'm going to convert his condo to an etsy storefront. Othertimes...well, I wonder if he notices.

Which is not to say that he's inattentive. Just busy. And tired. And sometimes I wonder if our relationship puts undue stress on him. He gives  up sleep to spend time with me regularly. At what point am I just not being fair to him?

Audreyneon

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I took Garrett home to my parents for the holiday. Christmas was nice enough but I've been boring my tongue a lot in regards to my parents politics. They just don't make sense. Elect Trump but then insist that the government is going to start microchipping people in order to track them and their purchases. Complain how corrupt and heavy handed the government is. Spew vitriol about every conspiracy theory that exists because they believe they're true.

My father keeps trying to entice Garrett to take off his nail polish.

My mother was combing Garrett's long hair, and when he complained that she was hurting him by pulling the knots too hard, she told him it hurts to be beautiful.

The frank patriarchal bullshit and misogyny is overwhelming. It reminds me why I left. It reminds me that I'm not ready to come back here and settle down.

The only thing I miss about being here is this:


And then I remember we're in the middle of nowhere with nowhere to go and nothing to do. No, I'm not ready to come back. Try me again in a year.

Audreyneon

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I've just come home from the most intellectually stimulating date I think I've ever had. However,  there was absolutely no spark. I may as well have been out to dinner with one of my cousins. The one with Aspbergers,  to be specific. And the worst part is, I'm having horrible guilt because he wouldn't let me pay for anything and he drove an hour to meet me, so if anything,  I feel like I wasted his time and took advantage of him.