39 days and a wake up. Then home on R and R. I am not counting the days, I am counting the seconds. I am tired and need a break. I am flying Lufthansa. Getting United frequent flyer miles to fly on their new Airbus A380. Dubai->Frankfurt->SFO. Yee hah.
I am back to huntin' and peckin'. But modified. Accuracy counts around here, but I will master this keyboard.
My friend Michelle is here as a new PA. Combined with my friend Dave, a new Medic I get $500 as a recruitment bonus, which is good as California is one of two states that makes you pay taxes, even if you're not living there, not working for a California company, or even if you are in the State for less than 90 days. Their website even defines residency as going to church there like once. So don't eat any California raisons or Jerry Brown will be knocking on your door.
We have new signs in front of the clinic. They are beautiful. Once again they are taped instead of painted, but whatcha gonna do?
In the morning it is about 92 degress. People have sweaters on. I kid you not. I walk outside in the morning and think, "man it's chilly out here." What am I going to do in SF when it's 70? Long underwear is in my future.
Screw United airlines. Lufthansa will let me in their lounge. You can only use United's if your are a domestic traveler. Bastards...
I didn't realize that I had to pay taxes until this paycheck. So I owe them 6 months. Don't tell anyone.
We are working on an approved medical abbreviation list. It is amazing what some people come up with.
Michelle is raising the bar as far as documentation goes for the Medics. You go girl.
Go Stanford....
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