I haven't worked a 12 hour day since the old Dippin'Dots days, but even then, it never was a full day of work. A lot of that was drive time. (Speaking of Dippin'Dots, I hear Mr. Ester invested in a new Dots stand that is shaped like a huge marshmallow and has dots all over it. Sweet. What's even better though, is that this stand actually has some sort of protective shelter for the workers held within, which must be great when it rains. Carolyn and I used to have to stand outside in tornado warnings at the state fair because we couldn't leave the ice cream. But hey, that was a fun job, so I'm totally not complaining.)
Tomorrow is the last day of my clinicals. Cripes, that class went by fast. I take my final exam on Friday and then just have to pass the state exam and then it's on to finding a job! I'm seeing quickly that I would fit well in this setting. Yes, the atmosphere is sterile. Yes, I have to do some pretty nasty things. Yes, I want to be outside most of the time that I'm inside. But I love how many people I get to meet and help every day. It's invigorating.
I'll tell some stories tomorrow when I'm not dying because of how tired I am.
Don't worry, I'm taking notes as I go...
Also, I think I'm going to take Andy's advice from a while back and buy myself a tape recorder.
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