today i 'orientated', which is completely not a word, at the bailey-boushay house. after a 3 hour long, ass-cramping lecture by the director (a man who looks like he should be british), we lined up like cattle to get our flu vaccines and, in my case, my 2nd tb titer. i had never had a flu vaccine before today; i am generally opposed to such things. eight hours later, i am asymptomatic and not discovering a latent intolerance to eggs, so i can officially recommend it to everyone.
i really am jazzed about this. this is the sort of work i want to get into. time shall tell.
staff meeting (learning more about transfusion protocols and the wonders of plasma supernate), then driving home in blinding sun-after-rain whilst listening to kzok's "classic rawk a to z." they are in the i's... an excellent letter for music. i heard 'in the air tonight' before having my tire freed of an errant nail. returnal to the vehicle yielded 'in the evening', 'in the mood' (i LOVE this song, the surfy guitar/synthiness, the vargas print-coke-fueled-fucking vibe), and 'in the summertime.' i hate mungo jerry. thankfully, i bypassed the inevitable 'inna gadda da vida.'
the torrential downpour of this morning evolved quite lyrically into this, as seen from my street.
seattle is fucking picturesque. this is the prettiest place i have ever seen, except for perhaps paris, but that is cliche enough to vomit over.
i am an ardent fan of the cities that reveal their allure coquettishly, under petticoats of grit and impermeability, but often it's quite nice to have beauty handed to you... and watch its citizens look happy and bewildered in its glow.
the space needle, today, reflected.
this is a day when people smile back. sometimes they smile first. i love my world. you get what you give...
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