I've lost touch with almost everyone over the last year or so, but everything's going exceptionally well--despite all viral and economic panicking. I don't pray much, but I do pray for the zombie infestation. One day maybe we will finally make a virus that turns humans into mindless, flesh-eating beasts with no pain receptors. Until then, it's business as usual in Houston. Almost.
For all dusty, balmy, polluted air, flat landscape and hordes of homeless people loitering around the methadone clinic, Houston has been good to me.
This marks the second week at the new job and I couldn't be happier with it. It's a multi-modal clinic called Advanced Diagnostics, just south of the med center. The radiologist is an old, semi-retired Indian guy named Dr. Jingrhan and there's just no way to piss him off outside of misinjecting a patient. The people are helpful and so far i haven't found the "uptight" person, which means it might be me, but at any rate, there's no one breathing down my neck here because I'm the only nuc med tech here!
There's a ton of paperwork to get in order for upcoming state inspections (kinda scary), but it's a small price to pay for these conditions. Still working at St. Luke's in the evenings and have recently upgraded to 3 movies at-a-time from Netflix, so i can watch all the Japanese gangster movies ever made in 1/3rd the time.
That's about it. Except the guts of my muffler blew out onto the entrance ramp of 288 the other day and the bike sounds like an angry beast now.