Almost rhetorical question – say you had a stroke, or a scary braintumor aka multiglio-whatsit, would you like to be taken in ata unit that’s taken care of by an almost- psychiatrist and a not-yet-licensed babydoctor?

Yeah, that’s what I thought. Apparently, the hospital disagrees.

Anyway, people seem to think I’m strange with my iPhone. Hungarian macho-colleague asked if it was mine, and when I said yes, he was all “Really?!?” with the appropriate stunned expression. Because you know, I’m a GIRL. Working a mobile is apparently supposed to be beyond me. Maybe he thought that I was supposed to give it to him and ask him to pleeease show me how to use this impossibly advanced work of technoloy, if possible with big bambi-eyes and everything. Idiot.

Also people are telling me I’m always doing stuff with my phone when really, I just read a bit at breakfast and lunch. I’ve finished The Time Machine now and have started with Alice In Wonderland. Because I don’t only use my phone for texting and playing Glyph, hah! Or writing blog entries over my tuna baguette. *cough*

This weekend, Bouncy Haired Girl visited and we caught up on all the tv series we were watching, but sadly not on the new Torchwood. Mainly because it seems depressing. I’m not spoiled at all, but the general theme might be one of these things that really scare me. (I have issues with supernatural stuff like demonic possession since I read The Exorcist and Rosemary’s Baby when I was twelve. I think at that point my parents had given up at actually looking at the 46543 books I dragged home from the library every week. Anyway, it freaks me out when it’s done in a certain way. More than spiders (!!!)

I guess I have to stop hiding behind my baguette and go back to work.

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