Who are These People and What I am Doing Here?

So I must apologize for my absence.  This week has been slightly crazy to say the least as I try to slide back into the world of the working.  So I started my new job last Monday, not sure at all what to expect.  My first day went well. I was very productive and got to know everyone in the office pretty well (1).  However, for the first three days, I wasn't exactly clear on what was going on.  You see I was told I was "helping with marketing (2)," which is pretty vague.  However after long talks with the designers and account managers, I finally figured it out.

I also discovered quite a few other perks to working in a small agency.  First we have a kitchen full of food (M & M's, granola, goldfish, pretzels, mini candy bars, and other brain food) and a fridge of sodas (3). I get the feeling that this will be a fun office because not only do we have a foosball table and an air hockey table but while rummaging around in the kitchen the other day, I discover a half of a handle of tequila underneath the sink (4). Finally we have an office pet.  It's a cat, that lives in our office.  Apparently it's our owner's cat who lives in the office because the cat and their other pet, a dog, don't get along (5).

Overall I think that it will turn out okay (6).  I am finally getting my feet on the ground and ready to start running.

As for Mr. Med School, he is doing well, just adjusting to me not being around all the time.  I think that Santiago (7), his Cadaver, is taking my place (8).The Cadaver Count for this week was 9 hours, which was less than the 12 that he spent last week.  We'll see what this week hold but an upcoming test tells me that he, and Santiago will be very close this week too.

1. There are only 12 of us in the office, it's not that hard to remember 
2. Seeing that we are a marketing company...doesn't everyone "help with marketing"
3. So how's that diet working?
4. Must mean people are working late nights...
5. And apparently she doesn't get along with anyone else because I'm told she bites 
6. Seriously, let's face it, I'm just glad to have a job at this point
7. Yes, literary allusion to Old Man and the Sea...don't ask, Mr. Med School has already been informed that he is a nerd
8. But he'll never be as good of a cook ... hahahaha

Words to Lull You to Sleep

We have a strict don't talk about work / school over dinner rule.  This is coming in especially handy now that Mr. Med School has begun Anatomy Lab (1).  As I have posted before, I have a very squeamish stomach and talking about dead people...well that just doesn't go along well with white meat and green veggies dinner.

So Mr. Med School has taken to telling me about things that happened in his day as we lay in bed.  The other night just as I was about to fall asleep, I hear "I wish he was more moist."  "What?" I ask groggily.  "Our cadaver, he's kind of dry and sometimes he falls apart."  Awesome that's exactly what I want to dream about tonight: some old, dead guy falling apart.  I guess that will remind me to use moisturizer.

On another note, I have noticed since Anatomy Lab began that Mr. Med School is spending quite a few hours "studying" in the lab.  So I am starting a new segment called Cadaver Count, the amount of hours that Mr. Med School spends with dead people over spending time with me.  This last week, he spent 9 hours with the Cadavers, more time than any other student he boasts (2).


1. Cutting open dead people lab
2. What an accomplishment.. I'm such a proud wife