John's Diet

I tell people all the time how horrible John's diet is. And I tell him that too. So when Christine joked about how I should document his eating habits, I took it seriously and thought it would be a great idea. John surprisingly thought it would be fun too. So here is what John ate for dinner for the past month. It's not all bad.... and sorry, some of the numbers are out of place and I actually missed some dinners when we went out to eat, which would have
been pictures of burgers and steak.
one of these should be Day 3
probably one of the healthiest thing he's eaten. Not a very good dinner though. he wasn't feeling too great that night








"games sustain me"







Not a hint of green *sigh*

Ta

Coming up: John Cao's 30 Day Diet

Downsizing

We had a surprise staff meeting last week about budget. I know we've been hurting for money and they've done everything they can, but last week it got to the point where letting staff go was the only solution. Imagine sitting in this meeting knowing you were the last clinician hired. I was the newbie, haven't even been here for a year yet. And as they say, "last one hired, first on fired!". Ah! Was today going to be my last day working here? I wonder if the other place would hire me again? Luckily I looked around and noticed some faces missing. Then as the boss continued to say "those who were let go have already been notified." A sigh of relief. I still have a job. Not only that, I was one of the few who would still be working 40 hour work weeks. Many people stayed on staff but had their hours cut. I guess they kept me on because being the 'newbie' I'm probably the cheap labor :) and I'm flexible. With that, I now work in 3 different clinics with 2 clinics an hour apart from each other. This actually works out quite nicely since John and I can carpool twice a week and it's nice to work with different people in different places.

Stupid economic decline. This was the closest personal encounter I've had with it. It's real alright. and scary

Is it that bad that I watch "The Hills"?

Since finishing school and working a normal work schedule, I have discovered the joy of watching trashy TV. I was never hooked on any TV series for long. There was Heros and Lost, but I stopped watching after the first or second season since I never knew when they aired. But now, omg, I've been watching The Hills, The City, Million Dollar Matchmaker, Bridezilla, Keeping up with the Kardashians, Kell on Earth, and the occasional Real Housewives. It's not a religious following, but usually when I turn on the TV, one of those shows is on. None of these shows are ever really good. And sometimes, they're quite annoying. But oh so entertaining. What is it about these shows that get some of us addicted? For me, it's being able to see what other people's lives are like even if it is mildly scripted. The glamour and glitz. The ridiculously beautiful landscape, houses and people. The fancy schmancy restaurants, the fashion, and of course, the drama. A part of me wishes I could live that life of luxury and beauty. But what really keeps me watching is the fact that it's just plain old eye candy. I can sit there and watch it and not have to think about anything. Everything on the screen is pretty. That's it. I don't have to worry about the plot. Don't have to worry about the characters. Just sit there, and watch it. No need to think. It's trashy, yes. But give your brain a break. And that is my guilty pleasure.

So I totally lost it and yelled at the medical student today. HAHAH.. I even surprised myself. But you know, sometimes, when you see something wrong, that just keeps happening and the person keeps getting away with it, you do something. I'm not even in charge of her. But she was not doing the medical assistant right. She's been here for over 3 weeks. When you're a student, act like one. Be overly eager to learn. Ask if there's something you can help with. Come to clinic on time. Don't leave early. Leave your cell phone, cigarettes, cheetos, jelly beans, magazines somewhere else, not the front desk. Okay so Ashely (the medical assistant) and I don't follow all of those rules ourselves..shh, but we're not students. After our little discussion, she straightened up today. Let's see how it goes tomorrow. It's pretty funny because I don't think either of them expected that from me. Ashely later told me she called the other medical assistant to tell her what happened. And Jackie asked "Amy?! Amy An did what?!" *sigh* sometimes I wish people didn't see me as the nice one.

How do I pass my days?

Being back home was wonderful. I was able to spend a little bit of time with all my family and friends. I would have loved to have seen everyone at least once again before I left, but between meetings with wedding vendors and running between my parent's house and John's parents house, we didn't have time. Sorry to all those who I didn't get to see again! It's strange that even though I've been away for a few months now, when I came back it felt like I had seen my family/friends only a short while ago. This is good. It means I haven't been gone too long. It also means we're all still keeping in contact. Phone calls, Gmail. Thanks for letting us all stay in touch! I remember there was always something to do on the weekends back in Maryland. With a huge family, it was always someone's birthday or anniversary. I looked forward to these events and the occasional outings on Friday nights. Now here in Oklahoma, there's none of that. Or less of that I should say. Yet, John and I some how pass the weekends. We've been finding things to do that we probably never would have considered doing. Even if it involves Super Target, laundry, and vacuuming. And although it can't compare to a nice picnic at Centennial Park with my friends, I still enjoy those weekends. I guess what I'm feeling is that even though I miss home so so much, I'm pretty content living here in Oklahoma. But boy.. wouldn't it be so much fun if my friends were here!

Sunny 70 degrees today... 38 degrees with a severe winter storm warning. Oh, Oklahoma weather. How schizophrenic art thee?