Apparently I'm Not Crazy

So the first thing my preceptor does when he comes in this morning is sit down and ask me: "how can I make this rotation better for you?"

Huh?

Then he starts talking about how he has been distracted with this and that, and while he likes to throw students into the work right away, he doesn't want me to feel as though he isn't teaching me. Then he tells me how I've hit the ground running and that this is going to be just super.

I have to say, it made my day, and it was only 8am. He was definitely a little more engaged today, and I'm trying hard to ignore the fact that his car has a McCain/Palin sticker on it (I hope he doesn't ask what I was for Halloween....) Unfortunately, he gets a lot of the walk-in type appointments (sinus infection, back pain, cough, etc). These are the kinds of things that, by now, are pretty run of the mill for me. I thought they would never get old, but they are kind of getting old. It is, however, great practice for me to work on my speed, and I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to be getting cocky only halfway through, so I'll assume that something will walk in the door tomorrow that will make me feel really stupid. Oh well.

Still loving my roommates. Tonight roomie #2 make taco salad and it was fantastic...tomorrow night is my turn to make dinner (chicken cordon bleu, pre-made from the Albertson's deli, with a side of fresh asparagus and minute-rice).

I have even managed to go to my new gym 2 days in a row. Yesterday I took a hip hop cardio class (I never take group classes...but thought I'd try). The instructor turned out to be some 40-something woman who, while quite a good dancer for her age, was stuck in the early 90's. She kept showing us these horribly dorky moves (ie: the box step) and then saying "you can take this one to the clubs!!" At one point she even mentioned something about pouring funky salt on yourself.

Needless to say, today I returned to the free weights and cardio machines for a solo workout.

On a complete sidenote, I have yet to see a person here who is not white - a huge culture shock coming from Hills-burrito! I miss the fantastic Mexican music that radiates around our neighborhood on Sunday afternoons, and delicious smell of homemade carne asada on the grill. Who ever thought I'd be homesick for Hillsboro????

Jen