Is it going to be me that destroys everything?
Is it inevitable?
Time will tell ... maybe. if i let it.
i wish i could still afford my therapist.
All in all, I had a wonderful day on paper.
I got my review. The reviews are done by handing out questionnaires to a few of the reviewee's superiors, and then numbers are crunched and comments noted. There are four categories (general, interactions, client skills, and medical skills), with 5-7 questions, and a 1-5 ranking scale. An average number is determined for each category.
Teri (my manager) said she had never seen such a positive review. I scored 5.0, 4.8, 4.7, and 4.8. I got great comments, stuff like "positive attitude" and "great surgical tech". Things that I consider to be my weak points are apparently my strong ones. I'm a cranky bitch and i hate surgery.
I don't know exactly who reviewed me - I know one of the doctors and one of the supervisors, but there are a couple more people that did reviews. Whoever it was, i'm really flattered, and now have an ego.
after that little self esteem booster, i met up with steph for dinner. Maggiano's was super-crowded, so we went to Claim Jumper and ogled our cute waiter. Some shopping, and lots of window shopping and people-watching, and that was that. We went, of course, to MAC and Sephora, where i got the pumpkin mask that is currently on my skin. It smells like thanksgiving and burns like valentines day. It was a really pleasant excursion.
From there, off to see michael, where i did a quick emergency haircut (you'll have to ask him if you want the details on why i had to do that). We hung out, talked, went grocery shopping, talked some more. it's complicated, and that's all i can really say about that. We're both looking forward to Bodyworlds. We're both emotionally fucked up and mercurial. It's great. I love him anyway.
It's a beautiful mess.
