I'll be your cookie if you'll be my cookiecutter

So today at work we had a holiday cookie contest. I wish I had known before hand, I totally would have entered. And I would have won because the cookies sucked ass. There were your basic chocolate chip and then they had oatmeal cookies and they even had a good effort at biscotti (which was really too soft to be biscotti) and they had an entry that was actually not cookie. I don't think chocolate topped peanut butter rice krispie treats are a cookie. They actually don't require any baking. They did however have a pretty nice shortbread cookie--that was covered in cinnamon and sugar (a bit too much in my taste--shortbread should be simple and effortless looking, because in reality, it's the exact opposite). Still, the shortbread won in my book because the buttery shortbread taste melted in my mouth.

So the woman I work with is amazing: her letter is going to be E. Oh is she amazing. She has a beta in her office called parking lot. After the "official" interview she gave me a tour around the office and in order for me to accept the job, parking lot had to jump at the sight of food. He jumped. At least, I think he did. So I go into work today and I had called on Wednesday, Friday, and Monday asking this company to fax over a packing slip so we had proof that the item was received and we could pay them. Well, guess what, no packing slip today. So she goes up to the person who ordered it, and literally scans the ITEM. So we used a scan of the received item as a packing slip. If you had been there, you would have laughed too. She's this little short woman with a huge smile and these thick glasses enlarge her eyes 10x and she's so animated. It's great. E, you're amazing, and you're right: I never will forget you.

So no tattoo for me...I got a D on my midterm, even with the fucking curve. And after all that effort I put into it...I'm so fucking pissed. This just means I have to do better on the final, that's all. I just need an A on the final to get a B in the class (the final is 45% of your final grade). I'm so fucking screwed. I now have to pay a tutor because I can't use the one at the Student Learning Center because they don't work with my hours--go figure. And the adjunct for the class is during another class and this is getting to the point where I just want to roll up in a ball and admit defeat. But I can't. Because I'm going to be the best doctor ever. I just have to pass these STUPID general ed requirements first. No problem. "This could get interesting." "Define interesting." "Oh god, oh god, we're all going to die."