This afternoon, I have a meeting to discuss the step down from my full time job into the life of a contingent nurse. I'm not sure how it'll all transpire, but it'll start with a chat and then a leap of faith. After the week I've had, which has not been pretty, I'm more than ready. Of course, I cursed myself this week by saying out loud that last week was a walk down Easy Street.
Apparently, I'm not teachable when it comes to idioms like, let sleeping dogs lie. You'd have thought I would have learned when I had a literal lesson when I messed with Grandpa's sleeping dog, Jezebel, who bit me on the nose in retaliation when I was just a wee thing. Nope. I still have to talk about stuff when I should just zip my lips or still my fingers on the keyboard. In my profession, one should never, under any circumstances, speak of the quiet. Oh, look...I did it again! See? Not too bright.
Late Wednesday night, after an epic smackdown of the hospice variety that I liken to going batshit crazy, I finally clocked out and decided to reward myself by catching up on must see TV. Sara hung out with me and we watched Revenge, which was good, and then caught Top Chef, which was not. What a disappoint TC has become! It's more like Top Chopped. Ridiculous ingredients, ludicrous competitions, I mean really...what is wrong with seeing how well someone can cook beautiful food in a creative manner without these silly set ups? I don't know if I'll watch the finale, because, frankly, I've stopped caring about the outcome.
I mean, honestly, did they really have to cook in a moving gondola to make good television? Or dig their ingredients out of blocks of ice with a pick? Or ski in a race & then target shoot their ingredient list? How stupid was that? Bah! I have better things to do with my precious time than watch what used to be a perfectly good show jump the shark. The entire season has been like this, but still, like a fool, I watched.
Well, not anymore. I'm sorry to say, but Padma and Tom? We're through!