it's just another day

it's been an insane fucking day at work. seeing 40-50 patients in an understaffed clinic is never a good day no matter how you look at it. imagine starting your day at 7 in the morning seeing patients non-stop, with your first "break" starting at 1, ending at 115, then continuing the day till 430, and to top it off, working the last hour and a half by yourself. normally it wouldnt even bother me, but when your coworkers show no consideration, its a bit different.

you know how there are good birthdays and bad ones? this has to qualify as part of the latter. one of the lonelier ones id have to say. my sister is in ny, my youngest brother is spending his with his gf, and my other brother is working so its sad but it'll pass. its what the weekend is for i guess. but in all honesty, id like to be able to be able to spend time with them today.

ah well. im gonna go do chores and go to sleep. ive got work again tomorrow morning. welcome to the real world i guess. and like it says up top, its just another day.

my idea of a birthday present to myself? a slice of cake, a break from my diet. ok that and some clothes for the new position ill be starting next week. but either way, yay!

ease into the day

waking up at 430 in the morning has never been fun. but in the weekends that i have to get up at that insane hour, i like to take a certain route to work. i travel through the mountains of millburn and livingston when it's just before sunrise and i like to stop at this park or what's more like a dedicated garden. it was especially nice this morning because i arrived just when the morning fog was rolling off and the sun was just breaking through. i sat by my car in the lot and i fortunately brought my camera and i was able to take a picture. among the things ive found relaxing was to take 15 minutes for yourself before the hustle of the daily grind. i like just sitting at that bench when its completely quiet and still. it makes my day go by easier no matter what happens at work.

insert 4 coins to play

so here it is.

something new to start what should be a better year. at least i hope so. i think 23 (or your mid-20's for that matter) is the age where you have to really look at yourself and see what you've accomplished. granted there's other 23 year olds who are bound to have done more (cough michael phelps cough usain bolt cough), but its always good to look at what you've done and to use it as a marker of where you're headed.

eh. anyway, in a couple of days ill have a monster blog that'll be the equivalent of a monster dump. lots of reading, pictures, and whatever else you can imagine. i think im also going to use this more often than xanga, mainly because i feel that i get dull if i dont write. besides, its a great outlet.

here's something from a couple of years ago around this same time. mainly cuz im feeling nostalgic. taken from my hammock at a private resort in the philippines. love for the pink boat.