Protected: December 17th. December 17, 2010
I wonder what will heal faster: December 9, 2010
This burn on my arm or the hole in my heart?
Yes I realize this is a tad dramatic. It was just a thought that crossed my mind as I told my friend about how my burn is starting to open up. It’s interesting how the progression of the burn matches that of the situation that I’m in right now.
I shouldn’t have tried to help out by trying to make the oil hit the trash can instead. I should have just let things happen as they did.
Immediately after I got hurt, I did some damage control and went on working to the best of my ability. I went through the motions mindlessly and put on my best fake smile. It gave me time to dwell on the idea of the burn, I thought about what my arm had looked like before, just in case it never looks the same again. I wanted to remember. After the working day was over and I finally got a chance to think about the pain, it hit me. I left the wound visible for a little while and shared my battle story with my friends and family. Soon, I decided that this was enough and I started covering it. As of now, I’m reaching the point where the skin is coming off, the rawness of the wound is showing. It still hurts, but only when I think about it, stretch the skin, or move too quickly. I guess I could just wait on it to heal on its own, but that it the best way to gain a scar. Burns heal slowly. While they heal, they make a person more susceptible to illness – it is broken skin after all. I’ll do what I can to help it heal. The doctor says it will take months. Even with all the different creams and treatments, there maybe a scar on my arm forever.
I was the intern who got a promotion. September 30, 2009
I learned to answer phones today while working. Not at the cafe, at the office. Then my mentor casually stated that maybe I could answer phones on Saturdays. I do not intern on Saturdays. Does that sound like her considering hiring me? Well knowing her, no. But I’ll keep my fingers crossed. Maybe I’ll get a promotion from unpaid child labor to minimum wage cheap help.
I enjoy being at the office, it helps me understand the dynamics of the career. Everyone is like one big family. Of course they all take about each other behind each others backs but they are women. When a bunch of women get together that is expected. I am allowed to say this because I am a woman, hear me roar.
That’s it for this little random entry.