The pressure! The pressure!
Actually, there really isn't much pressure because no one is even reading this blog...so there you go.
Mainly I am starting this for my little sister who will be moving 3 states away the end of May. The stories must continue! I mean yes, I know we will text and e-mail and talk...but you never remember all the funny little stories.
For instance, I got smoked on the highway yesterday by a hearst. No joke. It was a dark green hearst, with the curtains in the back window and it was freakin' flying!!! At least 80 in a 55. Impressive, no? I thought it was a good omen...of course, someone could have just been late for a funeral, which is less good...but you know what I mean.
I shall have lots of work stories of crazy clients, spastic students, rude clinicians and random work drama...which are really not funny when they are happening, but get much better when you tell the story later. The story is usually followed by "can you believe that?!" Seriously, there are a lot of crazy people out there, and they aaaaaaall call my lab. It's a curse. Good thing I'm not an archealogist in Egypt because I would be screeewed.
I also practice two kinds of martial arts; Taekwondo and Hapkido. I often have funny stories involving either the students, or what my Hapkido Master yells at us during training (he's a funny guy).
Here goes nothin'!!