dis-oriented

Me no like orientation.

Week #2 commences with fun topics like Computer Charting, taught by a lady who seemed twice her age, what with the pedagogical style that assumed we were all thirteen year old hooligans. (I've never actually been chased out of a classroom and scolded because I had to answer a cell phone call. An important cell phone call, that involved a lawyer on the opposite coast of the country. No, I'm not involved in any hospital law suits.)

It was not a fun morning/afternoon.

Orientation is promising to be grueling, what with two eight hour days of class per week topped off with 2-3 twelve hour shifts. The pain.

I'm already taking up collections to tithe St. Jude (patron of lost causes!) as I was told by an inside source that my preceptor is "old-school" and "uh... very organized." These are usually euphemisms for "hard core" and "bitchy." I'm very afraid she will hate me and try to poison my pets through psychic mind-melding. This opinion, of course, is totally justifiable given I've never laid eyes on the person.

In conclusion: me no like orientation.