Slow night? At Brackenridge??

For the past two nights, I've been shanghaied into working at Brackenridge in the blood bank. It's sucked massively, not because I hate the place (it really is depressing down here in the basement), but because on both occasions I've been drafted with less than 24 hours notice. It seems that some new night shift girl quit because she didn't want to work nights and was supposedly getting majorly shafted. But for all the reports of her being so sweet, she went and quit with no notice, supposedly because she was being treated "abominably". (Yes, there may be some conflicting personalities, but I don't understand where 'abominable' comes into play in any point of the Seton network. 'Irritating' and 'irrational' and 'misleading' would be the words to describe any ill treatment.) If I were to quit, I would sure as hell give a couple weeks to find someone, knowing full well that it is hard for them to fill lab positions as it is, let alone to find blood bankers.

Anyway.

I finished applying a second/touch-up coat of paint to my bedroom walls this afternoon whilst on the phone with BM. It seems to have dried seamlessly into the previous coat, meaning that when I get home this morning I can finally set up my bed and not sleep on the floor of my livingroom. I'm moving up in the world. Literally, I guess.

I made another giant step of progress in the whole "new-house" experience by doing laundry this morning for the first time. It has literally been at least two weeks since I've done laundry at any residence, so there's quite a bit to catch up on. Boxes are about to start disappearing and things are going to find places quite soon. I'm optimistic. That, and R&J are coming up this weekend with furniture and we're going to finish the downstairs painting.

BM and I found out yet another thing we have in common - no food in the house. Aside from Easy Mac and a loaf of bread, PB&J, my side is depleted. I don't think I've ever met anyone who has as many similar traits and/or preferences as we do. It worries me a little because they say that opposites attract, and I can't justify clashing undergraduate universities as a big enough opposite. But I'm keeping the part of me that has hope tucked away in a little corner and shielded. At some point you just get too old to play the same damn games, which makes the current lack of gaming refreshing. [Except for the lack of Rock Band-ing...that is decidedly not exciting.]