Yesterday Once More

2005-02-13 at 11:14 p.m.

I had a trip around St Thomas' hospital on Wednesday. Which was quite fun actually as the lecturer-practitioner woman was very chatty and friendly, and showed me all the radiography department and also the A&E. They have fun machines - I particularly like the X-ray machine where, if you press a button, enormous metal things swing around the room and the ceiling and you have to stand very far away or end up in need of an x-ray yourself. Very different from that private hospital, as the doctors don't hang about giving orders, but let the radiographers get on with it. Which is a lot more sensible really. And the uniforms are not quite so disgusting as the ones for the nurses (who have the most unflattering dresses known to man). Though I must ask advice once I get to university about those uniforms, as they are all short-sleeved and I somehow don't think the hosptial would think it appropriate for me to be displaying all those scars on my arm. Perhaps they will let me wear a long-sleeved something underneath.

So I had a good time at the hospital, and I think I'm pretty much decided now. I'll still take the work experience up in the north at Easter though, just because I might as well. Plus I would quite like to see the drunken/irritating patients, not the nice polite folk. Apparently we have to learn how to lift patients about the place, so its just as well really that I've grown out of the terrible clumsiness I had as a child, or I would be dropping people all over the place.

I went quite early to the hospital, and unfortunately, being unused to getting up in the morning, was exhausted. (On a side note: I'm going to have to do nightshifts...which seems good to me, as I revert to sleeping all day and being awake all night whenever I'm not watching myself anyway). So, after my little visit, I realised I was tired. Very tired. Physics always makes me tired anyway, I usually wind up yawning my head off in an embarassing fashion at the back of the class, and I had an awful suspicion that I might actually fall asleep this time, especially as Kerry was going to be elsewhere. So I thought, I've been a good girl all this course and not missed a single lecture, I can miss just this one. So I went to the pub instead (I have now finished Exquisite Corpse, it was good, I am now re-reading Lovecraft).

On Thursday I went to Love & Tate, the employment agency. They gave me tests on Word, Access, Excel and Powerpoint and I came out as an intermediate in all of them. Which surprised me because I have used Powerpoint only twice, never used Excel and have not used Access since the year 2000. Apparently I remember more than I think I do. Also, my typing speed has gone up (I spend way too much time online). I now type at 86 words per minute. Except I made six mistakes which takes my score down to 80wpm. They then informed me that this is of little use anymore, as everyone does their own typing and a speed of 50wpm would have been quite adequate. Humph. I had an interview with one of their consultants which was quite pleasant, and they seem confident they can get me some temporary work. I'm not signing off just yet though because I remember the last agency and they also promised great things which came to nothing. I also had a spelling test, which I passed (I can spell amendment, how terribly clever).

After that the week has been as normal, sitting in the pub and reading. Though as I have now finished re-reading Lovecraft (I only have one volume of his stories in London) I am re-reading Night Watch (Terry Pratchett) and wondering what I'm going to read next.

One exciting thing: I found £20 lying on the ground so I am feeling rich. Or I was, before I spent it on cigarettes.

Apparently my cousin is coming to London (with a friend, so she won't want to see me) and my uncle's mother's cousin's daughter (sister of the receptionist who married a doctor's son who was a doctor and who lives against her mother in a village) is a radiographer. This I heard from my nana. I do not know who these people are, and they are not related to me. But such is conversation with elderly relatives.

Tomorrow I shall have the unutterable delights of signing on and taking my library books back. But I'll leave the descriptions of that delightful duty to another time.

(And as you might have guessed from my title, I am listening to the Carpenters)

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