I'm starting the new thread on a good note. I'm not actually having a quarter-life crisis. I'm approaching 25 with my head up high and everything in my life falling into place.
Today, I started my new job. I'm an epidemiologist at the LA County health department, working as a contractor and earning about $24/hr. I work in food safety. I have a cubicle, and my hours are 8:30-5.
I am applying to medical school, or rather 42 medical schools. I just received my first secondary application today from George Washington University.
In the past 2 weeks, my boyfriend and I have begun making plans to marry. We're not engaged yet, but we're working towards it.
I just got back yesterday from a fabulous 10-day vacation in Thailand. I attended the royal funeral for my uncle's stepmother; both the QUEEN of Thailand and the Crown Princess presided over the ceremony, so I got to take a good long gawk at both from up close. I also found out that I have a cousin who is a soap opera star. My family tree is colorful.
Hmm, what else to say? Well, in case you're just tuning in... I'm 24 (going on 25), I live in Los Angeles. I work at the health department. I earned a master's degree in public health at USC where I did my thesis in STD health education. Before that, I went to college at UC Berkeley where I got my bachelor of arts degree in molecular biology and Southeast Asian studies. I'm 5'3", Asian, and I am into indie rock. My favorite TV show is 'The Simpsons' and my favorite food is Freedom Fries (hehehehe). I'm also a wine geek, like that guy from 'Sideways' only not so pathetic. I hang out on ST for fun because I really love health education.
I'll try to keep reference to my job at a minimum because a lot of people get in trouble for blogging about work. but I will say the following:
Today, I was reading Yahoo!News and found a headline about one of the girls I lived with in my college dorm. Apparently, she's making waves as a fashion designer in Paris now and her fall line debuted to much applause.
I can't even begin to say how unfair the universe is. In college I busted my buns, studied day and night and spent many hours on homework. I was a bio major, so I took loads of science classes. What'd she do? Sorority Studies. I mean White Bourgeoise Women's Studies. I mean Women's Studies. And for all my failures and poor to mediocre grades, this girl graduated Phi Beta Kappa (with honors). she was your stereotypical rich sorority chick.
Now I'm living in a suburb in LA working a decent job at the health dept making a decent wage. She's gallavanting in Paris with some high profile artiste boyfriend designing clothing that only women as rich as her could possibly ever afford to wear.
Today I was working offsite in Beverly Hills, and I could help but feel utterly disgusted by all these overdressed rich people who apparently don't work 9-5 because they can be out shopping on a weekday afternoon. My dormmate was a lot like them, and that just left a bitter taste in my mouth.
I met Dr. Drew on Saturday. Dr. Drew is the doctor from Loveline, the radio show on KROQ (but syndicated nationally). He's a really cool guy. I asked him for professional advice. I want his job.
I'll be away for a bit because of career building stuff. Don't miss me while I'm out.
I kept thinking about making a topic concerning some of the sexual health personalities these days, and Dr. Drew is one I've always respected, but his work has always seeme to me a little bit more adult than this board speaks to (not loveline so much, but other work he's done), like his show on Discovery Health I've taken to watching recently "Strictly Sex." It's really cool you got to meet him.
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i am so done with med school apps. i have a few secondaries left, but i think i should just drop them (University of Kentucky? wtf was i thinking???). the panic attacks and insomnia just ain't worth it. i have applied almost 30 schools, so it's not like i'm at a terrible loss to drop a few apps. work has got me tired. it's one outbreak after another. but at least they let us come to work in full costume on halloween. i just turned 25. i had a lovely time of it. lots of partying. things are going nicely on the boyfriend front. we had free tickets to Knotts Berry Farm, so we spent last Saturday there. i'm mostly scared of roller coasters, but i still had a good time. i am kinda sick of being a grown-up. all i do is sit in traffic and pay bills. i am waiting for the Harry Potter movie. i have begun to wear my hair in pigtails.
Last week, I attended my very first Red Carpet Premiere (this is LA, after all). My friend scored tix to attend the Aeon Flux premiere and I went with her. By some crazy strokes of luck, we ran into this woman she met at a concert. Turns out she was related to the movie director, so she gave us tickets to the after party. The movie itself was okay. I really wasn't looking forward to it because I was a huge fan of the Aeon Flux animated shorts. I was glad the movie did not suck. Could've been better, but it didn't suck (although opening box office figures speak otherwise). I got a good look at Charlize Theron. I totally dig the haircut she wore in the film. The after party was fun. I met the male lead and got a photo (to test drive my new digital camera). Free champagne and food. We sat at the director's table. That's just cool. I saw Peter Chung, the guy who created the original series.
If I'm gonna be suck in LA, I should live like it, right? hehehehe.
I see and hear a lot of folks get bummed out when they see other people who are slimmer or buffer than they are. These people sigh and say, "I wish I could look like that." Then some of them go to extreme lengths to diet, train and so forth.
I wish that instead of comparing and competing with each other over looks and appearance, people would compete and compare with each other over intelligence.
You never hear a group of girls say, "Gosh, she can solve differential equations so quickly and effortlessly. I'll show her who can study harder at math!"
but wouldn't society be so much better if we DID hear that?
a mind is a terrible thing to waste. a waist is a terrible thing to mind.
i was channel surfing, and the Cal caught my eye. I stopped clicking and to my horror, I noticed that the show was The OC.
Things wrong with this picture: 1. Mischa Barton? Berkeley? NO. Her character on the show does not have the sort of personality that could cope with being in a place like Berkeley. It really takes a certain brand of intellectual-radical-eccentric. Marissa Cooper ain't got the mettle to be a Golden Bear. 2. The student apartment depicted was not decrepit. All student apartments in Berkeley are decrepit and are on the verge of condemnation. If it's a new apartment, then rents probably $1800/mo and 5 people are living together. I didn't see dorms, but that's not surprising becuase they're small and hideous. 3. No Asians whatsoever. If you know ANYTHING about the University of California -- ESPECIALLY BERKELEY -- you will know that Asians are now the majority in the system and comprise significant chunks of the student population. But if there's one thing I learned about Berkeley, it's that there is a systematic marginalization of Asian Americans in the media, a product of institutionalized racism.
I'm gonna change the channel now. I was watching LATV before. I am becoming fond of television en espanol. That's good because I get two tiers of Spanish-language programming, but no CNN. Stupid cable company.
I also watch too much VH1 Classic. It makes me feel really old to see Pearl Jam and Soundgarden videos on VH1 Classic. But I watched 'Pop Show' a few nights ago, and they showed "All I Want" by Toad the Wet Sprocket, "Something About You" by Level 42 and "Take Me Home" by Phil Collins (guilty pleasure -- stop laughing!). It was like they threw darts at my CD collection and picked the most random songs. Good stuff.
I got 4 ours of sleep last night, so I should remedy that problem.
certainly you should have something to say about the Inland Empire and how it relates to that gawd-offal show.
I sure do.
*clears throat* Orange County is an overcrowded wasteland! Saying somebody's from Riverside is NOT equivalent to calling them a whore! (Yes, that was really a quote from the show! The nerve!). And lastly.. Newport Beach is a sewage dump! Most the damn beaches in the show were filmed in nicer parts of Mexico!
Alright, I'll give you your spot back. Thanks for letting me vent. I used to like that stupid show, but then it got to toxic levels of Stupid. I'll invent a vaccine yet.
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Last week, I had dinner with my cousin at CPK in Newport. I hardly ever go to South County (as if they ever show North County on 'The OC' -- they were dumping on Brea once, and as if you'd ever see los barrios de Santa Ana or any Vietnamese folks around Westminster). Anyway, I digress. I was at Fashion Island with my cousin, and we passed by a valet line of Lamborghinis, Ferraris and BMWs. They were parked in front of **El Torito**!!!
If you have that kind of money to throw around on a car, why the hell are you eating at El Torito??? I mean, of all the chain pseudo-Mexican restaurants in Southern California ... criminy ... I did find a great chain Mexican restaurant in Corona -- On the Border -- at that big shopping complex off Cajalco Ave. Good food
So there, I just dumped on South OC, and said something nice about the 951. Who knew?
Highlights: Depeche-freaking-MODE! they just kick *** and take names. Massive Attack plays So Cal for the first time in ten years. I am so glad I got to see them. Bloc Party, Franz Ferdinand and stellastarr* had me shaking my groove thang and rocking out like it was going out of style. Imogen Heap, good golly that girl is something. I'm crashing her show tomorrow in Pomona. James Blunt makes the girls swoon. Clap Your Hands Say Yeah made me clap my hands and say, "Yeah!"
Downsides: it was HOT outside, and I dang near melted. Madonna's crowd was impenetrable. Paul Oakenfold is boring. So are Sigur Ros (who I stayed to watch, instead of seeing Ladytron -- a choice I sorely regret). Allergies! I am allergic to all the dust, grass and smoke around Coachella. I couldn't wait to get back to LA for a breath of fresh air. How wrong is that statement!?!
Anyway, if I'm around these parts, you can bet I'm doing it all again next year.
Amen to that! I would never wish death on real people -- just characters on crappy TV shows. Their ratings have been falling as of late, and it seems this'll probably kill the show once and for all. I wonder why Mischa got written off the show? Movie deal?
right now: i hate injustice. i hate racism. i hate liars. i hate that bad things are happening to good people. i hate the terrible things that are happening to someone i love. i hate the indignity. i hate unfairness. i hate vindictive people who have nothing better to do but hurt others. i hate their greed.
Gumdrop Girl, your work sounds so cool! How did you get interested in epidemiology? I've been working on a project for the Young Epidemiology Scholars Competition, and am just finding the whole field fascinating. I'd love to hear more about what you do!
And are you going to be starting med school? Wow, this is all awesome.
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lollipop, it's not often i run into people interested in epidemiology.
my work is in infectious disease epidemiology, primarily with foodborne, waterborne and a tiny few bioterrorism diseases. I do disease surveillance for the following diseases: listeria, brucella, toxoplasma, vibrio and a couple others. i receive morbidity reports from various facilities throughout los angeles county and track the numbers of cases, risk factors and so forth. i report on incidence rates. but my favorite part of this job is outbreak investigation. it's like CSI, but for food. it's summer, so this is the season for salmonella outbreaks.
i won't be starting med school this term. i am applying for next year, though. and if i don't get in, my life is ruined.
in other news, my life really sucks. i mean, it really sucks. Thais are so superstitious about the age 25. i'm not into superstition, but i should be. this year has been the royal SUCK. i mean suck beyond all suck.
my boyfriend is in jail. for child molestation. tomorrow, he will no longer be my boyfriend. i was willing to stand up for him against the molestation charges. he said he didn't do it. but yesterday, i found out he's been cheating on me for almost a year. gotta draw line somewhere. he's dead to me now.
so Miss Lauren, I'll no longer be hanging out in the 951.
i didn't get into medical school this year. i feel like i am overwhelmed at my job because i am so backlogged. i no longer have any confidence in my abilities and skills. the faith i had in our justice system has been shaken to its foundation. but worst of all, my faith in the man i loved is completely destroyed. i was with him for three years through a lot of hard times and we always pulled through. love is what kept me believing positively, and it kept me trying.
i need a fresh start. i hope i get into a Carribbean school so i can get the hell out of here.
I wish you all the luck with getting into the Carribbean school, if that is what you realy want.
I'm sorry things didn't work out as you wished with Med school.
Even more, I'm sorry to hear about your split with your boyfriend. Break-ups are harsh, especially when there is a long history behind the relationship that has failed.
Don't give up, though, Gumdrop. Everything may seem rough and overwelming right now, but it will get easier.
Try to take some for yourself right now, to process feelings. Get your head back on track.
Not getting into med school and at the same time gettng out of a relationship of 3 years absolutely can be overwelming.
Be sure to do something fo ryou, something to help you relax and back onto focus with other aspects of your life.
It will get better, I promise
-------------------- And I say thank you for the scars And the guilt and the pain Every tear I've never cried Has sealed your fate. Did you take me for a fool or were you just too blind to see that every effort made has failed and there is no destroying me? Atreyu Posts: 366 | From: West Virginia | Registered: Dec 2005
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Well, I've resumed my med school applications. The AWESOME thing about AMCAS is that they stored all my info from my last round of apps. All I have to do now is polish my personal statement since very little has changed since last year.
Thanks for everyone's concern. I am still in a hellish patch right now, but at least I no longer feel like someone took a sledgehammer to my sternum. Problem is, I'm temporarily anorexic. It's not like I don't want to eat (I love food), but everytime I do, I want to throw up. So I have to force-feed myself little by little. I can drink juice, so that's been my primary source of glucose. Still, I've lost 7 lbs since Monday. Not good.
I visited him in jail because I thought he at least deserved to hear it in person. That, and I had a lot of questions to be answered. Never visited a jail before. It was a creepy place -- oddly enough in the middle of the Arts district. I'm still an emotional wreck, though. I have so many conflicting feelings. But I think I did the right thing. The other girl and I have been highly supportive of each other (it wasn't her fault -- she was duped like me).
Gumdrop, I just read this now: I'm sorry about everything you're going though, I can't imagine how tough it is for you right now. I wish you the best of luck regarding your medical school applications.
Things are good. I flew up to San Francisco on Thursday night (my flight was delayed for an hour! it's a 50 minute flight!!!), took Friday off work, obviously. I hit up the Nordstroms big sale and bought two pairs of the best-fitting jeans I have ever tried on in my life. House brand Caslon in 6 petite (I'm not tall). Perfect color, cut and style. No silly whiskers, pre-fab fade marks, or torn-worn patches. Just an honest-to-Bob good pair of jeans.
I went to the Ferry Building for lunch. Never been there before. Read about the Slanted Door in the NYTimes, so I wanted to try it. Those classist bastards refused to seat and serve me!!! Can you believe the nerve!?! So I went to the various market stalls, bought some French rice pilaf, steamed broccoli and an Italian sausage. I took it to the wine merchant's stall, sat at a table and told the sommelier to pair it appropriately. He brought me a tasting flight to match my meal. I was quite satisfied, and just chuffed to have a good time. And most of all, I was thrilled to be eating food again. Gourmet goodies are the cure for what ails you.
I saw the Foo Fighters that night, and i was awesome. Everlong gave me chills. I was skeptical about the acoustic tour because I like to see the Foos rock out, but I was definitely not disappointed.
Saturday, I helped a buddy sell her stuff in a yard sale and I bought us all pizza from the Cheeseboard. Yummy gourmet cheese pizza. Oh gosh, the Bay Area is a foodie's dream come true.
That evening, I went to dinner with a friend in North Beach (SF). We were celebrating her birthday. Then we went to the Bubble Lounge for champagne. I got all moody and withdrew from the party. Got to thinking about my guy problems. Then I simply fell asleep (I had been resting comfortably on a sofa).
Sunday, I did AIDS Walk SF. It was a GORGEOUS day in Golden Gate Park and I took some photos. I raised $100, but I mean to raise a total of $200 by the August deadline. 10k walk did not even make me tired. I must be really physically fit!
After AIDS Walk, my friend and I hit SFMOMA for two hours to admire the exhibits. Very cool.
I went back to the East Bay for dinner with another friend who celebrating her birthday. I stuffed myself on maguro sashimi, veggie sukiyaki, tempura and birthday cake. It felt good to eat again!
After supper, they dropped me off at SFO and I flew back to LAX. Incidentally, my parents had just gotten into LAX when I was waiting to board my flight. They had been vacationing in Thailand and were expecting me to pick them up. I told them I was in SF and had assigned my sister the task of picking them up. I rolled into my house around 1am. Slept. Made it to work bright and early.
if you have never listened to band MUSE, you really need to start. Saw them last night at the Greek Theatre in LA. Unbelievable!!! I haven't rocked out that hard in a long time!!! That was my third time seeing them, but first as a headliner. I started listening to them in 1999 when 'Showbiz' came out. I rescued it from the Amoeba Records $1 bin. Gorgeous music. Every album is amazing.
Just got their new one: 'Black Holes and Revelations.' It comes with a DVD of their performances at Glastonbury (that's on my checklist of things to do before I die) and other dates from the Absolution tour.
Anyway, MUSE are gods, and you must worship at the foot of their altar.
In other news, I uncovered an epidemic last week and it is eating me alive at work. Just a bit fat chunk of advice, folks: NEVER EAT RAW OYSTERS!.
Anyway, I've been handling a big caseload. I have been coordinating with other health departments to organize outbreak investigations. and I need to issue a memo to the State to give them a heads-up (I would have my boss do this, but she went on vacation). So I'm, like, being all professional and stuff.
I'm also forcing myself out of my suffering. Today's workout felt so dang GOOD! Just two weeks ago, my entire body was failing me. Now I feel ready to do a triathlon (well, let's not get ahead of myself). Tomorrow, I go to the clinic and get my test results. Probably negative. But who knows?
criminy, i just got an earful from my mother on the phone. seems she has figured out that my sister is dating a FTM, and she's not happy with her daughter being gay. let it be known, i'm totally cool with my sister being gay. my mom, on the other hand, ain't so thrilled.
my sister is taking a job assignment in OC, so my mother has assigned me the task of being my sister's keeper. i told her to let my sister do whatever she wants. ferchrissakes, she's 27, it's about goddanged time she moved out of the house. after all, my parents didn't seem to have any prob letting me leave home at 17. granted, i agree that i don't want my sister jturning into a U-haul lesbian, but that's 'cause i believe that cohabitation is a step one should never take lightly. the rest of it, so what?!?
The other night, I watched Beck perform in a tiny little night club. Couldn't have been more than 400 capacity. It ... was ... AWESOME! The new material is excellent. He played a lot of older material, too. But nothing from 'Midnight Vultures', nor did he play "Loser." I got free street parking directly across the street from the club, and this was just off Hollywood Blvd. I totally lucked out. Hell, I totally lucked out just getting those tickets! w00t!
Last night was Snow Patrol. They were quite good. I'd have liked them better, but compared to seeing Beck in a small dive, Snow Patrol at the Wiltern pales in comparison. Still, they played "Spitting Games" first, and that's my fave Snow Patrol song. It was a great show and I knew all the songs.
Tonight was supposed to be Wolfmother at the Palladium (meaning dinner of chicken & waffles at Roscoes!), but the show has been moved to December. Instead, I am doing decidedly UN-rock & roll house chores. Cooked a batch of pasta for two lunches. The laundry is drying finally (it's almost 11pm). Rhythm keeps the blues away.
The other night, I was in the kitchen at my parents' house. I turned to my mom and said, "Can I get the HPV vaccine?" She said, "Okay, but aren't you too old for that?" I told her the cutoff was 26, so she was quite happy. She turned to my dad -- who had tuned us out entirely -- and he looked cofused. But then he said he'd ask Bernie, our pharmacist, to order some doses for the office.
So yesterday, while we were at Costco, my dad calls up Bernie and asks him to order Gardasil. Bernie got confused, and my dad's English can be a little garbled sometimes, so I took the phone and explained it to him. Sure enough, the vax was available in the catalog, but it was $150 for a single dose. "It's $150 and not covered by insurance. Are you sure you still want it?" "Yes, Bernie. Just call my dad when it arrives."
My mom chimes in with someting about how $150 is a tiny price to pay to avoid cervical cancer, and if there was a HIV vaccine, somebody would readily pay $5000 for it.
"Hey Bernie, throw in a second dose for my sister, okay?"
In case anyone noticed, I vanished for a few weeks. A few days before Xmas, some asshats broke into my apartment. They stole my laptop, my laptop bag, my camera, my car keys ... and as I found out later, they took my safer sex supplies.
I'm fine, though. It was a fluke. Just one of those things. They had to have seen me leave, and took advantage of the situation. When I realized my car keys were gone, I frantically called my auto dealership. Their number was still in my phone because I had just taken my car in for routine maintenance. They delivered a new set of keys to me in time for me to do a half day at the office. I'm thankful they only took my keys, and not my car. The police were nice to me and did a thorough report including fingerprinting. I ordered a new laptop (Dude, you got a Dell!) and got it today. I used the money I got at Xmas to buy me a new camera. As for condoms, I can get those free from my work. Yes, working for the health department is cool like that...
Speaking of, our department is giving Gardasil shots for FREE to girls ages 11 to 18 in Los Angeles County. I had to pay for my shot, and it felt like a hard punch in the arm, but it's worth it!
I went home yesterday for round two of Gardasil. It was nice to get out of LA, even if it was just for a few hours. It was especially nice to do my laundry for free (thanks mom!)
My dad brought the syringe out of the fridge (yes, the same fridge that houses my stash of Diet Coke) and called me over to the breakfast table. I pulled up my left sleeve and looked away. He swabs my arm with an alcohol pad as I look away. He stick me in the arm and pushes the vax. The puncture didn't hurt, but when he withdrew the needle, my arm got achy and strangely numb at the same time. I'm not keen on needles as it is, and dang, this was uncomfortable. Later, it felt like I got punched in the arm.
But today, it's like nothing happened. I am one shot away from full immunity (assuming I didn't catch it already from the few partners I have had).
Lunch was fun. We rounded up my aunts and uncles at a Chinese restaurant. My dad got a new phone (Moto RAZR), so I showed him how to use it. Hot topic of conversation? Things found shoved into patients' butts. Ahh yes, we are indeed a family of medical professionals. My sister came off a shift during which she had to deal with a patient with a Frappucino bottle lodged in his butt. My mom was talking to my dad about a patient who came in for follow-up care post Pepsi bottle-related rectal injury. And my dad was reminiscing about his first case of Bottle Butt. It was Perrier. And me? I was LMAO ...and I'm not naming names, so it's fair game.
Seems to me, more people need to be educated in the finer points of choosing anal-safe toys. FLANGED BASES, FOLKS!
Haha... I've heard my share of bottle butt stories too, with a bunch of friends who are in nursing... one fellow had a story with a twist: a patient had gotten bored and inserted a shot glass into his rear, open end first, which then (apparently) was sucked entirely into his rectum (ouch!)
Well, per my mother's end of the conversation, the patient with the Pepsi bottle kept crying and screaming in pain. My dad only does minor surgeries; he has local anesthetic on hand. But he felt really bad for this guy, so he sent the patient to the hospital for surgery. Well, that was assuming they'd put the fellow under and then remove the bottle that way.
No such luck. They just yanked the bottle out forcibly. I hope they at least used lube.
As for my sister's story, she had the dubious honor of calling this man's wife to notify her of his whereabouts. The wife freaks out, but given the sensitivity of the situation, my sister refuses to disclose the nature of the man's injuries. My sister simply explained that he had a minor injury and was going into surgery. The rest had to be explained by the man himself. I presume they anesthetized the man before extricating the Frappucino bottle. Glass objects need to be drawn out more carefully because if they break, they can perforate the bowel.
It bears repeating: flanged bases!
If only people were less uptight about buying sex toys, these guys could have safely played with a silicone butt plug, and never crossed into the territory of lunchtime conversations with my parents.
In other news, my left arm hurts now. Dang injection site!
This is all very interesting, thanks! (And sorry for hjacking your personal thread to ask about medicial removal of objects lodged in the rectum, Gummy. )
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Yeah. No kidding. Gummy, my mom and aunt and your parents should meet sometime: my aunt is head of surgery scheduling at one of the major hospitals up here. My GOD can she tell the stories
In example: A couple were mid-coitus and opted to change positions. They thought it'd be a great idea to not disengage, and subsequently the woman shift wrong, and her pelvic bone *cracked* the guy's penis. How would you explain that to friends?
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