my day at the prison rocked..as it always does...but yeah...it was nice to break up the monotony of the boring old hospital..
and it was good to actually go to work and feel like i am part of a team, rather than just *the grad* that no one's really interested in...so yeah..

this morning while at work..i kinda forgot how early it was (i lose track of time at that place) and i called sam to arrange to get my stuff back...
she sounded awfully miserable and what not..but i'm guesing maybe i just want her to sound that way, and really she was not overly happy to hear from me. whichever the case, i will be out of her hair for good by the end of the week..i just wanna get my stuff and leave her to her own devices, afterall, she's made it abundantly clear that there is no room for lil old me in her life..
so yeah..

anyway..after 12 hours at work i am absolutely knackered...and i have my first shift on the medical ward tomorrow so i should go and sleep and get there all refreshed.
now lets all hope that the next 8 weeks are more enjoyable than the previous 6
*crosses fingers*



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