portrait of a lady

so. this morning was my orientation. i have no idea where to go, remember, so i head up to the fifth floor hoping that someone will be able to point me in the right direction.

nope.

i sit behind the counter for a good 20 minutes because no one has any idea what's going on and then someone asks the right person and directs me to the main lobby, where i go and sign in thinking that i'm 10 minutes late, only to find out that it starts at 9:30, not 9:00, so i'm actually 20 minutes early. well. 35. it started a little late.

anyway, i met my middle-school counselor's daughter and my sunday school teacher who taught me when i was two during the orientation, so that was random. and lovely.

and i learned all the codes for things. grey, yellow, triage, all that. and i learned that i have to wash my hands approximately 30 times a day.

but guess what? the communication between school and the hospital isn't that great, so no one knows whether the contract went through which means i can't start work until they figure it out.

damn red tape.

oh well.

high point of today, though - tim and i went to barnes and noble and played in the poetry section and then i read him t.s. eliot on the way home.

it's kind of like going to the grocery store when you're hungry, setting me loose in a barnes and noble after my literary dry spell that is the academic school year. but i did well, i only bought one book - a collection of poems that i will keep and use forever until it smells like wisdom.

'So intimate, this Chopin, that I think his soul
Should be resurrected only among friends
Some two or three, who will not touch the bloom
That is rubbed and questioned in the concert room'

[t.s. eliot]

there is a communication in poetry that is found no where else in life, i think. except music. but that makes sense.

oh, and i finished the poisonwood bible today, thank goodness. my facebook profile is now accurate, seeing as how i've had it on my favorite books list for awhile.

and who wants to have an inaccurate facebook profile, i mean, really.

the thank goodness is not because i didn't enjoy it, by the way, the thank goodness is because i started it last summer.

yeah, i know. anyway, adah was my favorite.

and now i can move on to the stack of books on my desk. some of which i've read before, some of which i haven't. there's no way i'll finish them all, but i just like having a stack of books somewhere that i know will take up the rest of my summer.

i think beloved is next, i need some of toni morrison's writing in my life.

hokay. i'm going to go play.