So, I technically started my internship.
I also have a school-class that is supposed to… help? Somehow?
I don't know.
All I know is that I look at the homework and make a face.
Apparently part time unpaid internships plus a three credit class don't count as enough to do for financial aid, so I'm a little bitter about that.
…Also, we take our big test by week three, so what the Hell is the rest of the class for other than irritating otherwise busy, stressed, and not-paid students?
I guess to give us time to retake it if we fail.
...Hope I don't need that.
It's my first week at the hospital and already I have been able to make a lot of connections to Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.
I find this both comforting and horrifying.
It's exciting though.
I'm getting a calendar, I have a desk with a phone, and I'll even have a key to… things.
Now, what made this sort of Alice-like was
A. the computer system is actually called ALICE, and
B. running around following my supervisor in order to meet new people was a little like following the White Rabbit.
At one point, looking for a key for me, we went to someone higher up.
Everyone is really nice, by the way.
This is a very good thing.
This particular very nice higher up person had a bowl of keys.
My key was not in said bowl.
She lamented the fact that she was unsure as to what the keys were even for.
They said things like, "Bin 2" and "Desk" but no indication of what such bin may contain or where such desk might sit.
Yep.
I have been walked around that area of the building a few times now and I still have no idea how to get from point A to point B.
All I know is that they keep the interns in the basement.
No, like, seriously.
It wasn't nearly as scary as had been described, but the hallway is sort of thin and there isn't really a ceiling, so much as exposed pipes and such.
A little Silent Hill-y, but I had no fear of Pyramid Head or anything.
Once you get into the room, it's actually very cozy.
Admittedly, it is a little odd to know I am physically replacing a previous intern.
This makes sense, but it's still a little jarring to realize that her stuff was once right here, where my stuff is.
I know she just moved on and may have even gotten a nice cushy job somewhere, but I had a sense like she was dead.
I'm pretty sure she isn't dead, but I didn't want to ask.
That seemed rude.
Either way, any worries were replaced knowing that I have those cubical walls where you can pin stuff up like a giant corkboard.
Dad told me not to cover it in Batman.
I'm an adult and I'll do what I want.
Overwhelming horror returned when I had to record not one, but THREE voicemails.
I don't like the sound of my own voice, and recording things always leads to my sounding like I have eight thousand sticks shoved up my ass.
That actually wound up more harrowing than getting a needle shoved in my arm right before then.
Oh, wait…
Did I not mention that?
Yeah. You know. The PPD for tuberculosis and such.
We had gotten my photo for my ID, and run over to the nice nurse to ask about what proof of what immunizations I'd need.
Working in a hospital and occasionally wandering into the ER makes this pretty freaking important.
Once there, suddenly my supervisor has her arm exposed like, "LET'S DO THIS" and I'm sitting there saying, "Yes, hi, I'm terrified and confused and you just took a syringe out of like a mini-fridge? and what is happening I don't even-" and suddenly a needle was happening in my arm.
Now, obviously I've had this done before, and I had actually signed the needed paperwork…
BUT HOLY CRAP PANIC.
I apparently don't like getting that kind of thing sprung on me, but in all fairness, if it hadn't gone that way, I would have had a lot of trouble mentally gearing up for it later.
This way, it was done.
Also, the thing didn't swell or anything.
Just a little bruise.
The nurse was even super cool because she used to be an allergy person at my allergy… place.
So we talked about the drops and how they're working, and she told me that since I have allergies, my skin would do exactly what it did, so I didn't freak out.
Mind you, any little red splotches are not only usually very brief, but often a creation of my own brain-pan anyway.
It's the worst of super powers.
WHEW. Okay. So. That's that.
Donna is still going strong… (www.rowyngolde.com/donna)
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