Friendster & Pee-Wee
I check my Friendster page every day. Usually more than once. Why? I don't update my profile, I don't try to coax people into joining my network, and I rarely look at other people's pages. The only reason I have to go there is to see if someone has looked at my page. That happens about once a month, usually after I've checked out their page and they've seen my photo under the "Who's Viewed Me" tab. I guess this could be considered a companion compulsion for my constant email-checking. Hotmail -- Hotmail - Hotmail -- Friendster -- Hotmail. Both are bordering on obsessive and both are clearly some weird gauge I've created for my own popularity. (Also they're a sign of my boredom and my lack of interest in completing medical school applications.)
I have improved myself in one department, though: I no longer watch 2+hours of Everybody Loves Raymond every day. And I've started showering and dressing before I watch The View. I told Drew on Tuesday night that I was going to take a break from television altogether, so the next day I only watched The View, The Daily Show, CBS Evening News, Project Runway, Oprah, and Nip/Tuck. No joke. Sadly, that is about an hour less than my usual.
In addition to wasting all that time, I also worked for six hours yesterday. I've started doing patient intake for mobile flu-shot clinics around the city. Along with one or two nurses, I go into retirement homes, drug stores, and other places frequented by the elderly and help clients fill out Medicare and insurance forms so that they can get flu and pneumonia shots. It only pays $10/hour, but watching reruns of Roseanne isn't exactly profitable so I'm not complaining. I'll have to write more about it later, because the nurses and many of the patients have been pretty damn amusing.
My favorite client yesterday was an 80-something woman who likes to be called "Pee-Wee". Pee-Wee's insurance wouldn't cover the flu shot so I had to tell her a shot would cost her $25 at our clinic. She amused herself the rest of the afternoon by telling every patient who would listen that they were in danger of being charged for their immunizations. That caused widespread panic. When one of the home's administrators assured one such patient that Pee-Wee's was a special case, Pee-Wee changed her story and started telling everyone that only she was being singled out and forced to pay. "Why?" "I don't know. They just said 'Pee-Wee, you have to pay twenty-five dollars or we won't give it to you.' I don't know why."
Also highly entertaining: one of Pee-Wee's friends called me stupid when I asked her what her name was: "Are you kidding me?" She rolled her eyes. "You're so stupid." And the day before that a nonagernarian called me an asshole.
I have improved myself in one department, though: I no longer watch 2+hours of Everybody Loves Raymond every day. And I've started showering and dressing before I watch The View. I told Drew on Tuesday night that I was going to take a break from television altogether, so the next day I only watched The View, The Daily Show, CBS Evening News, Project Runway, Oprah, and Nip/Tuck. No joke. Sadly, that is about an hour less than my usual.
In addition to wasting all that time, I also worked for six hours yesterday. I've started doing patient intake for mobile flu-shot clinics around the city. Along with one or two nurses, I go into retirement homes, drug stores, and other places frequented by the elderly and help clients fill out Medicare and insurance forms so that they can get flu and pneumonia shots. It only pays $10/hour, but watching reruns of Roseanne isn't exactly profitable so I'm not complaining. I'll have to write more about it later, because the nurses and many of the patients have been pretty damn amusing.
My favorite client yesterday was an 80-something woman who likes to be called "Pee-Wee". Pee-Wee's insurance wouldn't cover the flu shot so I had to tell her a shot would cost her $25 at our clinic. She amused herself the rest of the afternoon by telling every patient who would listen that they were in danger of being charged for their immunizations. That caused widespread panic. When one of the home's administrators assured one such patient that Pee-Wee's was a special case, Pee-Wee changed her story and started telling everyone that only she was being singled out and forced to pay. "Why?" "I don't know. They just said 'Pee-Wee, you have to pay twenty-five dollars or we won't give it to you.' I don't know why."
Also highly entertaining: one of Pee-Wee's friends called me stupid when I asked her what her name was: "Are you kidding me?" She rolled her eyes. "You're so stupid." And the day before that a nonagernarian called me an asshole.
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