Dr. H called on the way back in from Indianapolis. He'll be my supervisor this next month, sounds like the laid-back good ol' ER doctor-type. He's got a Southern accent so thick you could catch flies with it. When are you supposed to start? Oh, Wednesday or Thursday, I think. But I'd prefer Thursday if that's okay with you. Sure. How about Thursday at nine. You can change into scrubs here at the hospital, I'll show you around and you can fill in papers and all. Do you have a coat? Yep. Great. I'll see you on Thursday.

I GET TO GO TO CEDAR POINT!!!!

In other news, this reminded me of the time that someone called our dorm room. We're still half-convinced it was a prank from a friend, but it sounded so convincing. The message was for a "Joe". Mind, my roommate's name was Jo (for Johanna). A tearful female voice was calling to tell "Joe" that she was pregnant and she was pretty sure it was his. She left a callback number. We never called back. What would we have said?

now feeling:: ecstatic