Inventory Day At The Clinic!

Well I have officially started my first big project at the clinic. Drug inventory. I know it is just soooo exciting you can hardly believe it, I had the very same reaction. (I hope you are picking up on my sarcasm because I am laying it on pretty thick.) Anyways at least now I feel useful. I mean this is better than just being bumped around from place to place in the clinic and observing people and now I can listen to my iPod instead of the bad hip hop and R&B that they are always playing in the pharmacy’s office. I mean it’s pretty bad, did you know some yahoo did a cover of The Darkness’s “I Believe In a Thing Called Love”? It is soooo awful, whoever did it needs to be hunted down and severely scolded, whoever did it also tried to make it important by (dad prepare yourself for this) incorporating the chorus from Marvin Gaye’s “What’s Going On.” It is just soooooooooo terribly awful. Which brings me to my next topic, suffering. Just joking but most of you know how I feel about hip hop and such, it is fine in its own right, I just don’t really like it and being subjected to the worst of it is pure torture. However yesterday she did play some old school Backstreet Boys, which I consider a step up. But even though being trapped I the drug storage room isn’t my favorite, I at least can now listen to my own music.
Let’s see, what else, oh, yes, this is so very shallow, but I’m around serious stuff all the time so, you all get shallow right now. My hair. Does everyone remember the vibrant auburn locks I sported before I left? Well the damn sun here has bleached out my hair and I am now a blond. Sorry, but it sucks I want my red hair back. So if anyone finds Loreal (or it is Revlon, I’m not sure) Colour Experte Hair dye in Cherry Cordial, please, I implore you, send it my way. The blond has got to go. Some of the volunteers here have been very obliging and tell me it is just strawberry blond, but I know they are lying. It is full on blond (mom, you would be jealous). I’ll have to send a picture of me with it. OH, wait a minute talking about hair, okay so one of the women who works here (she is 22, and pretty western) (and oh my gosh Liz prepare yourself because you are going to die when I tell you all this) wants to braid my hair. I’m not talking pig tails or French braid, I’m talking full on Black woman style, and my that I mean either full on tiny little braids or corn rows. I’m totally up for it too, it may destroy my hair and it may look ridiculous, but how could I say no. I mean really I relish self-deprecating humor and this just puts the icing on the cake. So hopefully I will get this done soon and put a picture.
Well other than my hair and music I’m sure you are wondering what else I am up to. This past weekend was my district’s welcome party, which I had a premonition would be a good time when I was buying alcohol with Andre, he turns to me and goes “hey Al, you want to go sailing?” and I’m like “what the hell man, there’s no lake here.” and he goes, “no, with the captian.” and I’m like “what, first of all you need a boat to have a captian and at this point we don’t even have water, you turd.” well Andre is Jamaican and he likes rum, so of course he was talking about sailing with Captain Morgan, which we did and had a marvelous time at the party and met all the volunteers in Berea District. Sunday was a bitch, but well worth it.
Along with that it is spring here and gorgeous, which I probably said already, but really the view is pretty amazing, the pictures don’t do it justice. It is not really hot yet, but I hear it is coming. But I think they really exaggerate the weather here because they said the winters are really cold, I thought they were pretty nice compared to the tundra that St. Louis and St. Libory turn into during winter. So this makes me think that the summers will be pretty nice and spring has yet to disappoint. Well I guess I have rambled on for long enough now. So I hope you all have a great week and I hope to hear from you all soon! Love you all!
Okay sorry one last thing then you can stop reading. Johnsons/St. Libory people I want a detailed account of Labor Day festivities and pictures if it isn’t too much trouble, this is the first Schlambach I will have missed in such a long time, it is soooo weird. Also good luck with the race that I’m sure my mom is forcing you all to run! That I won’t miss. So have fun running on those cornfield lined country roads at 8 in the morning in 95 degree weather with 95% humidity. I’ll be thinking of you, and probably chuckle a little inside. Adios!