tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35260150775437380442024-03-05T14:39:01.790+00:00The Inane Ramblings of a Student...Rants and Ramblings from an Arts Graduate who's desperately trying to fight her way into Graduate Entry Medical School.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3526015077543738044.post-17736187825098773312014-01-04T02:43:00.002+00:002014-01-04T02:43:37.215+00:00The Results Are In...<h3>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And (thankfully) they weren't<i> (quite)</i> as bad as I was expecting.</span></h3>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I wrote this ages ago, but I've only just got round to publishing it because I'm lazy....</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'd tried desperately to keep the thought of receiving my results right to that dark, murky bit right at the back of my head. I was doing quite well at that as well. That was until, on Tuesday morning, I awoke to find a email from GAMSAT with the subject reading:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Cue lots of uncontrollable shaking and butterflies and everything else associated with acute-exam-result-related-nerves. It's safe to say I was a bit of a wreck. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I'd also like to take this opportunity to thank ACER (the people who do GAMSAT) for telling me the results wouldn't be ready until LATE November, before releasing them on the 19th - Which still classes as Mid-November to me... I'd also like to thank them for giving me no prior warning and for emailing me at 5:53am, so that when I woke up just before 7am, I went into a tizz before I even got out of bed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I opened the email on my iPad; clicked on the link and carefully entered my login details, whilst simultaneously trying not to drop said iPad through nerve-related shaking.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I then tentatively clicked on the 'Get Results' link before reading three little numbers which have given me a confidence-boost somewhat.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">They're not <b>great</b> results, and, as I expected, I'll be doing the exam again next year. But, as someone who expected to be greeted with the dreaded:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">'30. 30. 30...'</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">...Across the board, I'll take what I actually achieved (with <b><i>very</i> little</b> in the way of revision) as not too bad indeed. For me...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">49. 51. 42.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Average: 46.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3526015077543738044.post-54055825496482856852014-01-04T02:14:00.000+00:002014-01-04T02:14:09.039+00:00Victim Blaming<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've just been reading some stories on the website of my local newspaper. I encountered a story about a woman who was sexually assaulted by a male friend of hers. They were both drunk. She fell asleep and awoke to find his hand down her pants. He's been spared a jail sentence.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That alone worries me, but what worries me even more is the attitude towards sexual assaults and rape. Here is a screenshot of the only comment that was beneath the article:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What worries me EVEN more is that I 'red arrowed' this comment, only for somebody else to clearly like what this numpty has said, knocking it back to a neutral zero. ('Numpty' is a far tamer word than several that are going around in my head right now...)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I agree that whilst drunk you are less responsible for your own actions, and that, is dangerous. But why should women live in fear of getting drunk just in case they're subjected to a horrific sexual assault? You should be able to live your life the way you want without fear of being violated so atrociously. Regardless of the fact that the perpetrator is sorry, he still did it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">How progressive does society have to be before we can eradicate or at least significantly reduce the numbers of crimes like this? Women are not sex objects. We are not there as playthings. We have rights and feelings and the same freedoms as men, so why are so many people blaming victims of rape for their own misfortune? Why not blame the disgusting creatures that commit these crimes? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Women should be allowed to dress how they like, drink as much as they like, be friends with whoever they like, do whatever they like (within reason... Obviously...) and live their lives with the same freedom that men do. Just because we're different to men doesn't mean to say that we have to be treated as lesser members of society.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Put yourself in the shoes of a rape victim. Imagine how on earth that must feel. To be a victim of such a horrific crime that essentially ruins, or significantly changes your life. Then imagine what it must be like to receive little or no sympathy from others and to be blamed for your own sexual assault... And THEN vilified for a myriad of trivial matters that seemingly caused the perpetrator to single you out for their disgusting act.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">From personal experience, I know what it's like to be overpowered by a man. Thankfully, things never went that far, but wires were well and truly crossed and things nearly got out of hand. I was left shaken and fearing any intimacy afterwards. It has had a huge impact on me, yet the man involved probably doesn't even remember it or regard it to be a serious matter. To have a man try and force himself on you is suffocating, it's scary and it's sickening that they see you in that way; as a <i>object</i> to copulate with. <b>Nothing more, nothing less. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am aware that this comment is from somebody entirely insignificant with views that I disagree with on a news website. I am also aware that I am an idiot for letting it get to me and writing this blog post in the first place. But I've had enough of misogyny, victim blaming and oppression.<b> </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Why can't we all just get along?</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-369262/Women-blame-raped.html" target="_blank">Daily Mail - Women 'To Blame' For Being Raped</a></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><a href="http://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2010/feb/19/blame-the-rapist" target="_blank">The Guardian Says It Far Better Than I Ever Could...</a></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><a href="http://www.independent.co.uk/voices/comment/who-is-to-blame-for-sexual-assault-the-language-of-rape-8542165.html" target="_blank">...As Does The Independent </a></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">N.B. Upon checking the aforementioned article again, the comment has now received 12 likes. Ridiculous. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Who are these people with vile views and why are they allowed to comment on</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"> news sites, encouraging other impressionable people to agree with their horrid opinions... Thus causing society to regress to a misogynistic wasteland?</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3526015077543738044.post-20648482597663974482013-10-29T02:40:00.000+00:002013-10-29T02:40:58.886+00:00GAMSAT IS OVER! (For now...)<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's been far too long since I've written anything on here; and I apologise for that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's just, you see, I've been a little busy with all the GAMSAT malarky. But it's over now! And I feel a bit strange... Relieved yet worried. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I sat GAMSAT at Ponds Forge International Sports Centre in Sheffield. It's really near the train station; so my walk (which made me feel like a dead woman walking...) was relatively quick. My admission ticket said to be there for 8:15, and like the Square that I am, I got there at 8:14.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The queue to the Sports Hall was MASSIVE. I was quite surprised that there were so many people sitting the exam. The Sports Hall was full; and they had to put people in two separate meeting rooms in addition to this.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One thing I learned very quickly is that there's a lot of bureaucracy surrounding the exam. Lots of talking about rules etc. You also (and I didn't know this before) have to keep your admission ticket and ID on your desk throughout the exam.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And you get a rather nice stamp on your hand; which reads: 'Inspected'. Nice. It took thoroughly washing my hands sporadically throughout the day and having a bath before bed to<i> just about</i> get rid of it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I can't really tell you that much about the content of the exam because we were kind of sworn to secrecy... I can tell you though, that I had questions about medical ethics and organic chemistry in abundance.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As you probably already know, the exam is split into three different parts:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Section I - Reasoning in the Humanities and Social Sciences,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Section III - Reasoning in the Biological and Physical Sciences.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Section I is an hour and a half, Section II an hour (You have to write two essays in that time frame) and Section III is a whopping three hours long!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You get an hour's lunch break between Sections II and III; and, like me, most people chose to go outside and get a little fresh air. In fact, one poor lady had what looked like a panic attack outside the doors because of the sheer strain of the exam.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was fine during Section I - which leads me to think I did quite badly. Usually the better I <i>think</i> I performed in an exam; the worse my grade ends up being.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'll admit that I panicked quite a bit during Section II - I prepared for this section in the wrong way. I read lots of newspapers; books relating to Social Sciences and the like; but I didn't practice the writing side of things enough. So, my mind went a bit blank and I started to panic; but I recovered and rambled on about a load of rubbish; which also leads me to presume that I won't do <i>all</i> that well...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Section III on the other hand ended up being a bit of guesswork in parts. I did what Griffiths' GAMSAT Review suggests and guessed 'C' (apparently, there's ever so slightly more chance of guessing correctly if you choose the answer that's 'C'). There were things I recognized and a lot of things that threw me a little. I'm not holding my breath.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">At the end of the day, all I did was my best. I was so nervous about Section III that I did consider scarpering during the lunch break; but I would have been so disappointed with myself if I had. It's not my style to abandon things before I succeed; I'm too stubborn like that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Results are out at the 'end of November'. Oh I love how elusive ACER are.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3526015077543738044.post-44326916429042359842013-06-13T05:16:00.001+01:002013-06-13T05:16:32.481+01:00To The Person......Who ended up on my blog after Googling: 'Old men dirty sex',<br />
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Thank you.<br />
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You have given me a proper giggle!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3526015077543738044.post-46860552392586920712013-06-12T17:18:00.001+01:002013-06-12T17:19:51.704+01:00It's Here!Just a quick post to show you what arrived this morning!<div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggsFkXDW2uFOTqvRVG87XpudA4Kslo82zXD8Gg5vzRO3BzNPlqVVUKoaWAdEZiLkGeiOV7XkqzLv7wfFDYDhu4xY2aROI_ob3-lA4nP3AU7ORO5IZoaKNY6FpVTewpToSIww4gFbp-_Ci7/s640/blogger-image--1509846621.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggsFkXDW2uFOTqvRVG87XpudA4Kslo82zXD8Gg5vzRO3BzNPlqVVUKoaWAdEZiLkGeiOV7XkqzLv7wfFDYDhu4xY2aROI_ob3-lA4nP3AU7ORO5IZoaKNY6FpVTewpToSIww4gFbp-_Ci7/s640/blogger-image--1509846621.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>It's official! I'm on the NHS Organ Donor Register.</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3526015077543738044.post-19160196026046980572013-05-27T17:08:00.000+01:002013-05-27T17:08:24.106+01:00Organ Donation<a href="http://blog.tolunaquick.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/nhs-donor-card-pic-rex-480004380.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="198" src="http://blog.tolunaquick.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/nhs-donor-card-pic-rex-480004380.jpg" width="320" /></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today I did something important; something that I'd been thinking about doing for a long time, but never really had the guts to do: I finally got round to joining the NHS Organ Donor Register.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There's been a huge upsurge recently in the number of people signing up to it; because of publicity and media campaigns, which is fantastic news. But, there are still so many people who don't even want to think about it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The reason that people avoid joining it, are, I assume, the same as my own reason for delaying joining it for so long: <b>It forces you to face up to your own mortality.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm 21. I don't want to have to think about dying. It scares me to think that I could leave the house one morning and never return.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">However, one of the main reasons that swayed my opinion is that if I were ill and needed a transplant; I'd expect it. You can't expect a gift from someone if you aren't willing to sacrifice the same if needed, surely?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I don't like it when people get all 'preachy', so I'll spare you that. I'm just saying, we all only have a limited amount of time to live, and, unfortunately, for some of us, that time is more limited than we'd like to think. Accidents happen, acute illnesses occur and sometimes our lives end prematurely. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Giving someone who's gravely ill the gift of life from beyond the grave is one of the greatest gifts you can give, isn't it?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For as long as I can remember, my Dad's carried an organ donor card. I can even remember him trying to explain it to me when I was an inquisitive young child. Without people willing to give their organs up for donation, there wouldn't be pioneering advances in transplant surgery and there most certainly wouldn't be people here now without them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If you'd like to join the register, or find out more, go to:<a href="http://www.organdonation.nhs.uk/" target="_blank"> http://www.organdonation.nhs.uk/</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I seem to have spent endless hours on this website over the past year. (Albeit less frequently recently).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">As an aside, I haven't applied for any jobs for about a month now, and it's been wonderful!</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If you're not familiar with the website; it's basically where people (existing NHS Employees or the rest of us mere mortals) can apply for jobs within the NHS.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've lost count of the number of jobs that I've applied to through this website. I'm grateful for its ease, but sometimes it's infuriating.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have the daily job email from them; where they send me an email every evening with the new jobs in my area that have been advertised. Yesterday, there was an advert for two new Receptionists to work at my local ED. It said that the deadline was the 22nd April and that potential applicants would benefit from an informal visit, so should email or call the relevant people (blah, blah, blah...)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, I thought: 'Oh, I'll email tomorrow'.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I don't normally go for these informal visits, but this job advert genuinely interested me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Low and behold, I checked again this evening to get the email address of the contact when I see:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">'<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 15.359375px;">PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS POST WILL BE CLOSING EARLY AT 12NOON TODAY (FRIDAY 12 APRIL 2013)'</span></span></div>
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This isn't the first time NHS Jobs have done this. It's so annoying!! You're forced into applying for jobs that you really want immediately because you're worried that they'll be taken down by the next time you check.</div>
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Now I appreciate the employers might well have an unexpectedly large number of candidates applying, but surely doing this is a bit... mean?</div>
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Hmmm. Today's been a bit of a crap day to be honest.<br />
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Four hours sleep. Then I spent half the afternoon sitting on my bum in front of the fire whilst eating cornflakes and watching comedy on TV to try and alleviate my bad mood.<br />
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I went on a wild goose chase too. All around the city to get my Mum an iPad. (She was paying, I was just picking it up for her...)<br />
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When I got home, I still felt crap: bad mood, hungry, tired, fed-up etc. I could go on<span style="font-size: xx-small;"> (but shan't for fear of boring you all to death...)</span><br />
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Whilst on my wild goose chase, I picked up some pick and mix. First time I've had it in about ten years. That seems to be helping keep me a little cheerier; that and copious cups of coffee.<br />
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I had a really good weekend. A family wedding on Saturday and then drinks with my friends on Sunday evening. I had a laugh for an entire two days (back-to-back) for the first time in ages. It was wonderful.<br />
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Then today, I came back to earth with a big bump: I received two job rejections. GAMSAT revision is also looming but I seem to be so bad at self-discipline at the moment, I've hardly done anything recently. It's ridiculous. I need to give myself a big kick up the backside; except I don't know how.<br />
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Boy and best friend problems also don't help my mood. Why can't everything just be a bit more simple for once?<br />
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Still, tomorrow's another day and I've still got about three quarters of a bag of pick and mix to wade through. So it's not all bad... ;)<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've known my best friend for ten and a half years. I thought that we'd be friends until we were bitter old ladies, sat next to each other in a Nursing Home knitting away and putting the world to rights. However, that's not really the case any more.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For the past few months she's been constantly ignoring me, making excuses not to see me and just generally not being a very good friend.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She spent the majority of last year unemployed after leaving college. I tried to support her then and she pushed me away. I knew she was struggling but she just didn't want my help. I was doing my finals and she was trying to occupy herself by applying for an endless stream of jobs. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She got there in the end and has been working full time for the past few months.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She's an incredibly difficult person to know and to get through to. She won't listen and when she really needs a friend, she pushes everyone except close family members away.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm the only person that she's regularly in touch with from school. She's disowned the rest of our mutual friends. She says that she can't be bothered with them because they've made no effort with her. They have, she just didn't realise... Or care.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm not going to lie, these past few months have been <b>really tough</b>. I've felt so down for such a prolonged period of time and the only people who've consistently been there for me are my parents.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When I think about how little she's supported me, my initial thought is that I'm just being selfish for expecting her support. She just doesn't realise how other people feel and she's definitely unreceptive to the emotions of others. <b>I feel cruel for even saying that.</b> I haven't seen her properly since last year. I didn't even get a Christmas card. She got a Christmas card and presents before Christmas from me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She texted me a few weeks ago to tell me that she was ill. I texted her the next day asking if she was feeling better. She ignored me. So after three days I began to get a little worried. I popped round to see how she was (bearing in mind she lives two minutes walk away from my house), and she couldn't wait to get rid of me. She didn't invite me in and blamed me for her dog wetting itself with excitement because I'd turned up unannounced.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I know our friendship has never been a conventional one, but I do at least expect to get a reply to a text within a week. Something that frequently doesn't happen. I'm losing patience with her. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I honestly don't know what to do. In my heart of hearts, I feel like our friendship is nothing but a chore to her. I'm a burden to her <span style="font-size: xx-small;">like I am to many others.</span> And best friends shouldn't make you feel like that, should they?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I can't help who I am and how I am. I can't change to a great extent to fit the needs and wants of other people. And to be honest, if being an unemployed loser for the past ten months has taught me anything, it's that I need to stop trying to please others and focus on making myself happier.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>What do I do? Accept that she probably just doesn't want to be friends? Keep on fighting a futile battle? Get on with life and focus on other friends?<u> I honestly don't know.</u> Ten years of friendship would go down the toilet if I were to just walk away; but it's as though she doesn't want me in her life anyway.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We're both only children and there's sometimes a battle of wills when it comes to who's going to get their own way. When we were younger, I never used to give in, but nowadays, she tends to get her way. She deliberately makes me feel bad when there's a threat that she's not going to get her own way. For example, on my birthday a couple of years ago, the two of us went to London. I wanted to go on the London Eye because it's something I hadn't done before. She, however, didn't want to because she'd been on it once before with a relative. She said to me: </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"We can go on it if you <i>really</i> want to, but I really don't want to. If you do though, I suppose I'll go along with it..."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What can I say to that? "Yes I'll force you onto the London Eye against your own will and consequently never hear the end of it..." So, no, I gave in and we didn't go on it. She got her way and I've still never been on the London Eye... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Recently if I've asked if she's free on a certain day, she'll just ignore my messages. So now I don't generally broach the subject of meeting up. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I invited her out for drinks with some other friends over the weekend; she declined my offer.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> It's just easier to leave her alone than it is to be ignored or rejected.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I asked her yesterday when she might be next free. She's ignored me. She's been on Facebook today, but she hasn't replied to my message; because I'm evidently a hindrance to her...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It makes me feel like I'm being needy. I'm not though, am I? For wanting the girl who's supposed to be my best friend to just reply to my messages every now and again?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Apologies for this incredibly boring, self-deprecating and insecure post, but it's quite cathartic to write it all out... </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">It's really just been a huge excuse for me to use an array of cute pictures. Sorry...</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3526015077543738044.post-50634612597878549872013-03-28T00:54:00.002+00:002013-03-28T00:54:51.431+00:00Night Nurse<b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">No, this isn't about the cough medicine...</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My next door neighbour pretty much disgusts me when he has casual 'relationship' after casual 'relationship' with poor women he scours for in local pubs whilst off his face on an array of strong ales.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Just recently he's had a particular lady over for 'intercourse of a sexual variety' (for the past four weekends out of five). She was even round this Monday but left yesterday morning. In fact, she's back again right now. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Let's put it this way, not a lot of sleeping goes on.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">They had an argument a couple of weekends back when she dared to go outside in front of the neighbours who reside across the road... And now I think I know why...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The lady who lives across the road is a nurse at our local major hospital. So was his 'girlfriend' until recently.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was reading the news yesterday; when I found an article relating to a nurse who'd been struck off the NMC register because of 'unacceptable behaviour'. <b>This is his girlfriend. </b>The nurse across the road will probably have heard of her and he is clearly ashamed of being seen with her... Poor girl.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Basically, whilst working, she stole a prescription pad, fraudulently collected drugs from the pharmacy on the behalf of patients in her care and stole 200ml of Oramorph from the ward she worked on.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She then took ALL of the Oramorph in one evening and proceeded to go into work the next day; still under the influence, needless to say.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When one of her patients raised the alarm, a colleague found her slumped across the nurses' station fast asleep...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>As bad as this is, I do kind of feel sorry for her.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She must have an long-standing addiction to and high tolerance of opiates if she could take that much in one go without going into respiratory arrest, surely?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She was struck off the NMC register earlier this month and that's fair enough because if she was allowed to continue her work as a nurse, it would raise serious concerns and potentially bring the profession and the NMC into disrepute.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She's obviously got problems and she needs to work through those, but she can't be allowed to care for vulnerable patients if she's been so dishonest in the past. At least not until she's healthier.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And as if her life hasn't been bad enough recently, she's now involved with him! Poor woman.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3526015077543738044.post-50073999086351522862013-03-07T15:19:00.000+00:002013-03-07T15:19:33.256+00:00Hectic...<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That's really the only word to describe life at the moment. Yes, I'm moaning because my life's hectic, but I guarantee I'd be moaning a Hell of a lot more if it wasn't.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We're in the process of moving house. The 'rents are divided on this. Mum desperately wants to; Dad definitely doesn't. I don't want to either (but my opinion's a bit insignificant; I'm just a 'kid' after all...)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We had an estate agent visit this morning to make an evaluation. Dad and I were hoping that he wouldn't recommend a high asking price, but it turns out it's £99,000 more than it was bought for twelve years ago: Music to my Mother's ears...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I stayed up until 6am this morning tidying my tip of a bedroom. After filling an entire wardrobe to capacity, three chests of drawers and five boxes full of clothes; it could be said that I've got too much stuff... I was up again at half past nine; feeling deflated before I even got out of bed. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's not just the house that's causing stress. My car's currently in the garage because its ECU (Engine Control Unit - effectively its brain) has gone haywire. The electrician man's taken away today to reprogramme; which will cost me a whopping £400. Why do things always go wrong and require money being spent at the worst possible time?! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've had no money coming in since my final student loan payment last APRIL; and my savings are rapidly depleting because everything around me seems to be falling to pieces.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To top it all off; my laptop's being a little, temperamental, shall we say? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've applied for <b>306</b> jobs. All to no avail; and it's getting a little tiring now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">No JSA. No wages. No benefits at all. There are people out there who have made little effort to find work but seem to get money thrown at them for doing naff all... Is it fair? Not really. Will anyone do anything to stop it? Doubt it. Does anyone really care? Again, I doubt it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Anyway, excuse the rant... It's just that sleep deprivation always gets me moaning.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Let's hope I'm in a better mood next time.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3526015077543738044.post-13100686581787362672013-01-31T20:46:00.000+00:002013-01-31T20:46:19.587+00:00Junior Doctors: Your Life in Their Hands - Episode Two<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This episode was absolutely littered with fantastic and hilarious quotes. Well, maybe not littered, but there were a few...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The episode started off showing the wonderful Jen aka. 'Dr Exceptionally Competent' at her finest: First administering IV Morphine to a patient with an inflamed pancreas and after this, making her way down to A&E to pop a Nasogastric Tube in for another patient. This, however, was something that she didn't manage first time, I'm sure it's an easy mistake to make; but seeing how much distress the patient was in, Jen evidently beat herself up about it afterwards.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then the programme focussed on Emily ('Dr. Massive Hairclip') who was wandering around showing her massive hairclip to all of the world (or part of Liverpool, anyway...) She was on her very first night shift; and was particularly peeved that she was working at the same time that Tom had organised a massive Junior Doctor Do. Her shift was unbelievably quiet; which must have annoyed the camera crew and editors... And she was left to sleep in the Doctors' Mess room enveloped in a blanket whilst her housemates were partying the night away. She did have to do a PR though, which I'm sure the BBC team <b>loved</b>... (Fantastic quote No. 1: <span style="font-size: large;">"The X-Ray shows absolutely loads of poo."</span>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tom, however, did a good job on his day shift of spotting that the patient he was chatting to/clerking was probably having a heart attack. Cue lots of staff crowding round this poor clammy man's bed whilst Tom tried to pop a cannula in. Unfortunately for him (and the patient) this hasn't been Tom's strong point so far. He managed it on the second attempt; much to the relief of everyone there <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(and me, at home with my hands covering my eyes...) </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's almost as though they're trying to shoehorn one of the doctors into the 'bad at cannulating' stereotype; like Andy in last year's series. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Another fantastic, if not slightly crude, quote was when the other doctors were speculating as to whether Emily was going out for a date. She vehemently denied this; but that didn't stop the others grilling her:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Jen -"Is he going to cook you a nice vegetarian meal?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tom - "Or is it going to be a meat feast?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Poor Emily also got branded an "old tanker" by Tom for her drinking habits...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ed's now an F1! Poor Ed. At the end of last week's episode he had to go back home to Italy to visit his ill Father; and this week he was back, with the awful news that his Father died before he got there. Very sad. He's now based on what appears to be MAU instead of A&E; and still seems a little bit unsure of himself, but it's clear that his confidence is gradually growing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tristan, however, hardly popped up; except to talk about how to deal with dying patients. He also managed to pop up whenever there appeared to be partying.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oli was back this week as well. No topless scenes though...We didn't even get to see his array of <i>unusual</i> shirts this week either. I'm slightly disappointed. We did, however, get to follow him on his night shift, where he uttered one of the best phrases I've heard recently (mainly because I don't get out very much...) Which was: <span style="font-size: large;">"You see an empty bed and think</span> <span style="font-size: large;">'I could sleep the s**t out of you'"</span>. Just amazing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Of course, this week also featured the exciting obligatory payday celebrations. An important milestone in the Junior Doctors series; which normally leads to various images of the doctors inebriated and dancing badly and also shopping, or talking about shopping. (As an aside, my personal favourite 'payday bit' was Amieth's shopping trip for vegetables in series two...)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I mentioned in my post about the first episode that I reckoned that Kiera would be the one who 'would fade into the background as a victim of editing' and I was right. I did not see her once during this episode!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Next week: It's all about alcohol and the effect it has on the residents of Liverpool.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3526015077543738044.post-71257566027344099422013-01-24T20:43:00.000+00:002013-01-24T20:43:10.660+00:00Junior Doctors: Your Life in Their Hands - Episode One<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now, I love this programme. That's no exaggeration. So I thought to pass some time, I'd tell you a little about it. <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(Even though, if you're reading this, you probably watched it anyway...)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Firstly, there was, of course, <b>the obligatory 'last supper'</b> - Full of worries from the F1s, anecdotes from the F2s and the F1s seeking reassurance from their slightly more experienced colleagues.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Ed - </b>Poor, poor Ed aka 'The Italian Mountain Doctor'... He did a couple of shifts in A&E before his superiors decided that he wasn't quite cut out for it yet. It was for the best in terms of the patients' interests, but the poor guy wasn't exactly let down gently it seems. This meant that he was to be demoted to an F1 position elsewhere in the hospital. To top it all off, he had to go home to visit his ill father who had taken a turn for the worse. At work, he clearly had the best interests of his patients at heart, even if he was very unconfident with it. He wouldn't have sought so much reassurance from his superiors otherwise. I look forward to watching him grow more confident.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Oli - </b>Aka. 'Dr. Toerag'... Charming? Yes. Popular? Yes. Those shirts? Perhaps not... He clearly uses his charming bedside manner to his advantage, even managing to persuade a lady with emphysema to have an ABG despite her hating them; and only got branded a toerag. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Tristan - </b>Aka. 'Dr. Nice Beard who works in Gerontology'. The daddy of the group. Very cute daughter. Felt quite sorry for him having to do a PR so early on, but that's part of the job, I suppose, and he evidently wasn't phased by it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Keira -</b> Also works in A&E with Ed. I like her, and she slightly reminds me of Toyah Willcox in a way; again, I'm sure that's just me... I'd like to see more of her but I fear she'll be one of the doctors who'll fade into the background as a victim of editing.</span><br />
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<a href="http://ichef.bbci.co.uk/images/ic/384x216/legacy/clip/p0139s72.jpg?nodefault=true" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="112" src="http://ichef.bbci.co.uk/images/ic/384x216/legacy/clip/p0139s72.jpg?nodefault=true" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Emily -</b> Aka. 'Dr. Massive Hairclip'. What a massive hairclip! I like her too, although I must admit I wasn't expecting to see a life model's bum in the first few minutes of the programme... <span style="font-size: xx-small;">Pleasant surprise? Ha...</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">On the subject of the doctors, I swear that there were supposed to be eight of them. Even the original press picture released by the BBC featured eight - So what's happened to the other one? I'm confused, but I'm sure time will tell.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This programme, of course, also featured the '<b>Obligatory Crash Call Run'</b>. Obviously. Tom was on call and had to run across the hospital to a male patient who suddenly went into cardiac arrest while his 15 year old daughter stood helpless nearby. Tom and the team were unfortunately unable to save the poor man. A very, very sad story indeed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One plus, however, is that, we: the audience, were spared the bleep! This was something that <i>really</i> got on my nerves during the second series - So God knows how the doctors feel with such an obscene, wailing, bleepy thing on their person constantly.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3526015077543738044.post-42922564459860780562012-11-30T17:56:00.000+00:002012-11-30T17:56:57.071+00:00Ooh, It's Been a While!<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hello!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm not going to apologise for the (predictable) lack of updates; because there is <b>nothing</b> to update you on really...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Here's what's happened recently:</span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've become a hermit.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today I finally hit the 200 job applications milestone!!</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've had four job interviews now (all of which have been unsuccessful...)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've <i>still</i> got no money coming in.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My next door neighbour recently got a slapped wrist from the police for assaulting my Dad (who's disabled...) <span style="font-size: xx-small;">More on that in a future post... if you're really <i>that</i> interested...</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I swear I'm on my way to developing a vitamin D deficiency <span style="font-size: x-small;">(because of said hermit-ness... Or maybe I'm just becoming a hypochondriac because of all the spare time on my hands...)</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I keep on getting bombarded with spam emails from a company called 'Meaningful Help'... <span style="font-size: xx-small;">And in actual fact; I'm quite close to going to their headquarters in Texas and... well, after that, I'm not exactly sure what I'd do...</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've discovered that it's not just me who's feeling isolated since leaving University. My friends are feeling exactly the same way. (Even though they've got jobs or are doing Postgrad stuff...)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This whole unemployment lark has induced a new lax attitude; my 'pendantic-ness' is disappearing. It's really making me a lot less uptight (at times...)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Friends/Peers<strike>/People I went to school with and didn't really warm to </strike>are <i>all</i> announcing pregnancies and engagements. In fact, some are now having their second kids. I'm still unsure as to whether this makes me feel: ridiculously old, incredibly young or a massive failure... <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(even though I'm only 21, I swear my Mum's tapping her watch impatiently; waiting, just waiting to get grandkids. No pressure...)</span></span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm also so <strike>sad</strike> well-organised that since I first started applying for jobs, back in May, I've been keeping a log of all applications that I've made. <strike>It's official: I'm ridiculously sad...</strike></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's eleven pages long now, which makes me feel ever so slightly useless. I've been rejected or ignored for an insurmountable number of jobs. I've been rejected for: Temp Christmas jobs, Cleaning jobs, Healthcare Assistant Jobs, Receptionist jobs, Admin jobs, Waitressing jobs, Factory jobs, Marketing/Communications Jobs (which are actually related to my degree!), Sales jobs, Retail jobs etc. I could go on, but I wouldn't want to bore you into oblivion. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Still, at least it's a beautiful evening:</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><strike></strike>I don't know if you've noticed, but I've become <i>slightly</i> addicted to Instagram...</span><strike></strike></div>
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<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've been silly and spent my last £50 on a new coat and handbag... Neither of which I <i>really</i> needed.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've also been silly because I read a few stories on the Daily Mail's website and the views of some of the ignorant commenters always wind me up.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've had to endure two consecutive weekends of Barry Scott having drunken one night stands (complete with two different women...)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've got to go to my beautiful cousin's wedding at the weekend, where I will ultimately end up looking like a frump with a dodgy hairdo, who's also <b>spectacularly</b> bad at getting a job. <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(I <i>was</i> supposed to spend my last £50 on a dress, however, I couldn't find one I liked... So the odds are that I'm stuck wearing a black dress, that's too big for me, to a wedding... I've also got misbehaving hair at the moment, but can't afford to tame it.)</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've applied for just under 70 jobs. I'm still unemployed.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've had three interviews. They were all unsuccessful. <span style="font-size: xx-small;">Because I'm rubbish...</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm not eligible for Jobseekers' Allowance. So I'm using my savings to live off. Savings which were there to help me through Medical School, if I ever get there...</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When I was at Uni, I was busy concentrating on my degree, but now I've finished, it feels so hard to be self-disciplined and just do some work.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My dreams also seemed much closer when I was at Uni, and now, strangely, they feel further away than they ever have done before.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Every time I log onto Facebook, I'm bombarded by good news from others. Fantastic job offers, new boyfriends/girlfriends, new houses, new cars, new pets, new phones, new courses at Uni... I'm happy for them, don't get me wrong, but it feels like everyone else is moving on and I'm stood still. My life genuinely feels stagnant.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I think I just need to 'man up' a bit and get stuck in to GAMSAT stuff.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A day doesn't go by now where I'm not ignored by potential employers, or rejected by them on the basis of having no experience. I'm trying my best, but it really isn't good enough for anyone. I'm frustrated, but no-one cares enough to listen. I'm drowning in a sea of rejection, and no-one'll bother to throw me a couple of armbands...</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I feel that after finishing Uni, I should feel on top of the world. I did well. I did better than I expected, in all honesty. I thought I was going to end up scraping a third, when in reality, I got a 2:1. I should be moving on to new and exciting things, but I'm not. It feels like my peers are constantly rubbing my nose in it by moving on themselves.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I don't know what to do for the best now. I'm torn. Do I forget about jobs and money and just concentrate on getting into Medical School? Or do I forget (temporarily) about Medical School and earn some money (if anyone'll give me a chance)? It's difficult to decide what to do, but I know I can't carry on like this.</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Although, on a lighter note, this has cheered me up no end:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3KNB5684Ab4">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3KNB5684Ab4</a></span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3526015077543738044.post-23019273078206671912012-09-22T08:28:00.001+01:002012-09-22T08:31:38.666+01:00RevengeI haven't slept yet... Thanks to my next door neighbour having yet another noisy one night stand.<br />
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My revenge?<br />
<br />
Ordering a free chlamydia testing kit for him...<br />
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I'm feeling quite smug now... Probably even more smug than the time when I ordered a Tena Man sample for him.<br />
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To be fair, he probably needs it anyway.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3526015077543738044.post-23525301434037421082012-08-06T08:05:00.001+01:002012-08-06T08:05:37.399+01:00News!!Just a brief post with a little bit of good news...<br />
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I've somehow managed to bag myself a couple of job interviews! <br />
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I'm not holding my breath, but this time next month I could be a Phlebotomist or a Healthcare Assistant. <br />
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Fingers crossed!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3526015077543738044.post-71299362817901750442012-07-29T04:22:00.000+01:002012-07-29T04:22:09.701+01:00I Did It! I Finally Did It!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sorry, must apologise in advance, this is not really a Medical-type post.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But... I finally did it! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yes, that's right, I rang the police about the atrocious excuse of a human being that lives next door to me and his terrible penchant for drink driving.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">I have reported him via Crimestoppers online before, but nothing ever came of that.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He came back at around one this morning. He was literally so drunk that he stalled at the top of his drive. He took a good few seconds to realise why he wasn't going anywhere and then re-started the engine of his increasingly battered pick-up truck. After this, he proceeded to scrape all of the bushes on the side of his drive, before his trademark-drink-drive-move of forgetting to apply the handbrake. Cue lots of rolling down the drive and him displaying his panic-stricken face as he frantically tried to stop himself from crashing into his stationary trailer and garage door. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">That was the final straw for me. </span></b>I grabbed my phone and after a few deep breaths (I don't know why, but I always get really nervous about phone calls, even to people I know really well...) I dialled the non-emergency number. I got through to a lady and politely asked if I was able to report someone for drink-driving. She said yes, and asked me lots of questions about that <b><u>numpty</u></b> from next door. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now I knew that there was no chance of him being caught tonight, after all, he was already home. But the lady assured me that they'd got his details and she was sending them to all police stations and officers in the local area so they can keep an eye out for him. She also advised me to ring them again next time he goes out drinking, to help them catch him in the act. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It won't be long before he's at it again. The last time he did it was at 5am yesterday when he was also evidently 'utterly gazeboed'. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I really hope they catch him. <strike>He's a menace.</strike> I know if they do catch him and prosecute him for drink driving, he'll be at risk of losing his licence and therefore his business as a gardener. I feel a little guilty about that, but <b>at the end of the day, I'm not the one breaking the law and putting other road users' lives at risk by being an idiot.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I don't understand why he does it, in all honesty. He never used to. He always got taxis to and from pubs, clubs and women's houses. Recently though, he's just decided he'll chance it. That he'll never get caught I suppose, because at that time in the morning, all of the police officers have their hands full with anti-social behaviour on the streets. He needs to be taught a lesson, that's for sure, and I'll go above and beyond to ensure that he gets it.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh, and when he got in, he was talking really loudly, not sure if he was on his phone, but I genuinely had to peer through his front door at about 2am, because he was making groaning noises. <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(Don't laugh!)</span> I thought he'd drunkenly injured himself, so I went round there with a torch and tried to see if he was on the floor. All I could see was darkness, but he's been quiet ever since. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Call me what you want, but I couldn't bear it if he ended up killing an innocent person because of this and I'd had this information and never acted upon it. I'd feel guilty. Probably more-so than an irresponsible ignoramus like him.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Sometimes I think life would be a lot easier if people knew their limits.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">And obeyed the law.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3526015077543738044.post-92147136963370286742012-07-17T23:31:00.000+01:002012-07-17T23:31:06.309+01:00Another Day, Another Job Rejection...<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Depressing news! Today I received an email to say I won't be a Family Support Worker. I won't be a Junior Doctor Co-Ordinator either. Or a Healthcare Assistant. Or an Auxiliary Nurse. Or a Medical Receptionist. Or a Radiography Assistant. Or a Medical Staffing Administrator. Or a Dental Nurse. I could go on... There are far more.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've only been formally rejected from three jobs so far though! I just have to assume that the other 20-odd have rejected me because they've ignored me completely. <span style="font-size: xx-small;">A bit cruel...</span></span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today I've applied for yet another Healthcare Assistant job. I'm getting to the point where I'm beginning to struggle to feel enthusiastic about any jobs. It's hard to fill out application forms when you know from the start that you won't even get an interview. Why won't someone give me a chance?! Am I really that bad?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">I don't smell. I do wash. I'm nice to everyone. I've got a 2:1 degree!</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The main problem that I seem to have is a big lack of 'experience'.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To employers, voluntary work isn't important enough to count as experience.</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The only actual paid work experience I have is as a Sales Assistant. I'm only going back to working in a supermarket if I <b>really</b> have to. That's my contingency plan for when I get <b>incredibly</b> desperate for money.</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In other news, I started my new voluntary work post today. Everyone looked after me and they seemed nice. So that's good. It was tiring though. I must have walked miles and miles around the hospital delivering patient notes and patients themselves! The definite low point was when I kind of lost control of a wheelchair and nearly let a patient go into the road! (Don't worry, it's a side road on the hospital site, and there were no cars around, thankfully!) I'm only little, so wheelchairs with people in them, downhill slopes and my pitiful strength don't go well together... But they didn't get run over, so it's fine. Then I failed miserably at working the special outdoor lift. Two members of staff embarrassingly had to come out and help me.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">I've got a degree and yet I struggle to work lifts...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In my defence, I only had three hours sleep last night, so I'm not really 'with it'. Still, I don't think I managed to kill anyone, so that's a bonus...</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm such a glutton for punishment that I'm going back tomorrow... <b>I enjoy it really!</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Different ward though. Different role. Different staff. Different patients. Different speciality. Pretty much everything about it's different. But, it's more experience isn't it? <strike>Not that employers will care...</strike></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm only going in for an hour in the morning so it shouldn't be too bad. I got told by my boss that if the staff on the ward aren't nice and don't look after me then I'm to walk straight out!</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>We'll see how it goes...</i></span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh, and in other news, my best friend and I have decided to write a book. Quite exciting really. It's not medical or anything. It's a story. In fact it's one I wrote at Uni and dug out. She liked it, so she's going to illustrate it and then we're going to try and get it published. <strike>Ha! The chance'd be a fine thing!! </strike></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Although I've got no plans to abandon my Med school dream and be a famous author!</b></span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Until next time!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">xx</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3526015077543738044.post-53431980844217891682012-07-16T22:32:00.000+01:002012-07-16T22:32:36.503+01:00I Made a Bobo...<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Silly me! I thought I had an appointment at the Job Centre Plus today, where I would get to tell one of the advisors to 'stick it up their bum', as it were.</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">However, I don't have to go until next Monday! In fact I'm not sure I'll bother at all, as previously mentioned.</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Here are a simple list of reasons why I'm not bothering with them anymore:</span><br />
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<ol><li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">They didn't realise I had a degree even though they looked at my CV (twice!!),</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">They said that I would have to give up my Voluntary work if I got a full-time job,</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">They wanted to send me on a course (although they didn't specify what it was or why it'd be good for me),</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">They're sending me to a group meeting on Thursday about CVs and Apprenticeships,</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Job Centre Plus feels like the most depressing place on the Earth,</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The advisors talk right down to you (although admittedly, some are nice too),</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The computer machine things are really awkward to use,</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've witnessed fellow Jobseekers losing their rag through frustration and I'm quite scared of accidentally getting in the way of a fist sandwich,</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">They're not giving me any money (which I'd probably feel cheeky for taking anyway), so they can't threaten me with 'non-payment' if I don't go,</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Call me a snob, but the jobs that they wanted to send me to are menial, underpaid and too far away. (They expected me to drive up to 90mins away from home to work in a shop or as a receptionist...)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">They treat you like you're milking the system even if you show to them that you're eager to work,</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I tried to show them my amazing list of job applications on both appointments and they completely and utterly dismissed it.</span></li>
</ol><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've gone through my list of Job Applications and it looks like I've been rejected for every single one. I've been looking frequently for jobs today, and there really aren't any that I can apply for... </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Still, I start a new voluntary work placement at the hospital on a different ward tomorrow. An acute one this time, so a completely different pace and feel. I'm quite excited! I might not get paid for it, but I'm sure I enjoy my voluntary work more than I would a menial paid job!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><strike><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Just watch it all fall apart tomorrow, and I'll come crawling back moaning about how much I hate it...</span></strike></div><div><strike><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></strike></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh, and on the 'Barry Scott' front:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He went out at half 8 this morning. To do a day's work! <b>Unusual.</b> I wish I'd been really loud all night and kept him awake, just so he'd know exactly what it was like trying to function the next day ridiculously sleep deprived. Except I didn't. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Until next time!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">xx</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3526015077543738044.post-39220425538617219692012-07-16T01:46:00.000+01:002012-07-16T01:46:44.732+01:00My Weekend...What a weekend I've had!<br />
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For starters, I received a letter from DWP to say that my application for Jobseeker's Allowance has been turned down. My first reaction? "Good!" I am actually relieved and genuinely over the moon that they've rejected me, because now I don't have to go to the depressing Job Centre Plus again in a hurry... (Except for later today, and perhaps Thursday too...) <br />
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I've got to go tomorrow to 'Sign on'. Sign on to what?! Apparently if I keep on attending the soul destroying and morally degrading interviews that I've already been subjected to twice, I might get some National Insurance Contributions. I don't think I'll bother somehow...<br />
I'd rather spend that time doing something constructive, like actually looking and applying for jobs.<br />
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<b>I'm not good enough for the dole though. That's a depressing thought...</b><br />
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And to top that off, I've not had all that much sleep at the hands of my <strike>lovely</strike> horrid neighbour 'Barry Scott'. He had a <strike>lovely</strike> dirty, foul-mouthed 'woman' come over on Friday evening. Just before midnight, he decided to put his TV on full volume, start shouting and drinking heavily and then the pair of them decided to 'get jiggy with it' repeatedly throughout the night...<br />
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After getting quite angry I went round but ended up bottling out before I knocked on his door (because I'm only little and he's a proper, grown up, drunken man and his 'lady' friend was wearing <i>pretty</i> hefty high heels). <br />
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This continued all night long, and at 5am I mustered the courage to go round there and well, let's just say they weren't downstairs, but their clothes were. Needless to say, I thought I deserved to get a little revenge on them both. I rang his landline at 6am, thinking "haha, that'll wake them up and then they'll know exactly what it's like..." <strike>My plan failed...</strike> My plan did work... In a way. I did manage to wake them up. Except they just started having sex loudly again. So in a sense, the joke's on me really.<br />
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He took her out on Saturday afternoon. We thought she was going home. She wasn't. They came back. Then they got ready with loud music that made me very angry again. <b>I've found that sleep deprivation only exacerbates anger...</b> Then they went out on Saturday evening before coming back at quarter past one. He drunk drove (as he frequently does. Because he's an IDIOT). He was even so drunk that he couldn't get the key in the door (as he frequently fails to do in his drunken state). <br />
Cue lots of conversation from his drunken 'lady' friend. She said and I quote, except I'll censor the profanities because I'm a little more lady-like: <br />
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"Did you see that F**king Motherf**king C**t? He tried to 'go' for me. I'll have him next time."<br />
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To which the lovely Barry replied:<br />
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"Yeah, I'll go for him n-n-n-next time I-I-I-I see him..." <br />
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And then they proceeded to talk loudly and have lots of noisy sex throughout the night again.<br />
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I couldn't sleep, so I shut myself in the kitchen with the radio on and had a little night-time-baking-party and baked a cake.<br />
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To top it all off, on Sunday morning, they kept the window wide open and managed to pee his other neighbour off by having sex while she and her young son were playing in their garden. (She held a bit of a torch for him as well, so if she wasn't mad about little ears hearing such awful noises - <strike>like a warthog humping a squeaky bin</strike> - she was mad because she was having her nose rubbed in it.) My advice? He's not worth it love. You can do a LOT better. <br />
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<i>I think most women can do better than 'Two Night Stand Barry, the Whore from Next Door'.</i><br />
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Oh, and I got two job rejections! Not really the best of weekends.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3526015077543738044.post-67705198651330348432012-07-16T01:34:00.000+01:002012-07-16T01:34:38.218+01:00The Diary of a Job Seeker - Part OneHello! Again, long time no blog! Let me tell you all about my jobseeking adventures:<br />
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Last week, I signed up for Jobseekers' Allowance (Yes, I know I don't think I can get it, still I applied anyway...)<br />
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This Monday I had a meeting to go over things. Then on Tuesday an advisor called me asking me to come in.<br />
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So on Thursday, I went for a meeting with one of the 18-24 advisors. She seemed nice, but it's quite clear very early on that all they're concerned about is getting you off your bum and into a not very nice job. So far, my 10 steps (10 weekly proactive measures to attempt to find a job) are aimed at finding me a job in Retail, Administration/Reception work or in Care.<br />
I've even applied to be a Junior Doctor Co-Ordinator... That would be quite cool I'll admit. ;)<br />
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So far, I've applied for 25 jobs... Now on my 26th application. All to no avail... I've not received ANYTHING. Not an interview. Not a rejection letter. Not even a rejection email. <br />
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<b>I've got a 2:1, so why does nobody want me?!</b><br />
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I've got to 'Sign on' for the first time on Monday. It's all very new to me, but I think that's where they check I've been looking for jobs and basically authenticate a payment. Well, I've done that already, so there's no problem there.<br />
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I'm also being sent to a group meeting on how to do CVs (even though the lady said I had a "great CV" twice!!) She also said before I left: "Do you have any qualifications?" <br />
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<b>YES! A DEGREE! IT'S ON THE CV THAT YOU'VE LOOKED AT TWICE!!</b><br />
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If I could throw myself straight into GAMSAT stuff, I would. But I can't live without money... It's near on impossible. And my savings are there to go towards Med School living costs.<br />
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Oh the joys of being a jobseeker...Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3526015077543738044.post-64758105904660989002012-06-05T01:15:00.002+01:002012-06-05T01:15:46.535+01:00Long Time No Blog...So, so sorry for the huge delay in blogging! I've been very busy finishing my degree, you see.<br />
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I'll tell you one thing, third year is horrible! <span style="font-size: x-small;">I just hope I've done well enough to get to where I want to be...</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Fingers crossed! </span><br />
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Anyway, since I finally finished, I've been looking for jobs. Very hard task. I've applied for one job so far, as a receptionist at a GP surgery and I was rejected... Every other job I've looked at is either too far away, or I'm not qualified (in the right way) to do it... I've not even been looking properly for a fortnight, and I'm getting fed up already!<br />
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I've taken to buying things off the Internet, in the hope that I'll be able to sell them for more on eBay! (Yes, I'm really that desperate!) I'm not eligible for Jobseekers' allowance, you see. Because I haven't paid any National Insurance contributions in my short 20-odd years on this earth. And because my savings amount to more than £16,000, but they're savings for a reason, to hopefully aid me through Medical School! To be honest, I'd feel a bit bad signing on anyway... My parents aren't in a position to lend me any money either, and I wouldn't expect them to. My Dad's unemployed due to disability, and my Mum works very hard only to receive a fairly average wage.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This whole not having a lot of (spending) money really isn't fun...</span><br />
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In other news, I went to St. George's again last month, for an open day... Very interesting, and I learnt a great deal more about the course and admissions process than I did last year. My Dad accompanied me, but my Mum wants to go too, so the two of us are hopefully going down at some point over the summer for a campus tour, so she can have a good look around. I'll try and get some decent pictures this time! (It's quite hard when there were well over a hundred of us there for the open day! I didn't want to stand out, and have people think I was a tourist...) I'll post another blog on here in the coming days/weeks, with all of the info that I picked up at the SGUL open day.<br />
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Until next time!<br />
xx<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3526015077543738044.post-67350523464269885712012-02-09T15:14:00.000+00:002012-02-09T15:14:14.173+00:00University of Leicester Open Day!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well, I went to the University of Leicester last month...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And you may have seen my tweet about how pointless it was... If only I'd have known that before actually getting there! Would've saved me a wasted journey!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The presentation on Medicine itself was in incredibly high demand! There were only two talks: one at 2pm and one at 3pm. I thought it would be better to go for the earlier talk, but ended up queuing for half an hour before the talk started, in a massive crowd of people (all of whom looked younger and far more intelligent than myself), to be told when we all got in to the talk, that there basically wasn't much point in me bothering to apply there - I'd be far, far better off taking GAMSAT and applying to either St. George's or Nottingham...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Basically the reason that it was so pointless was because they're bringing in a new system (at least I think it's new) where they'll be point scoring potential candidates on their previous academic qualifications i.e. GCSEs and A-Levels, as well as their degree classification...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Which means I've got NO chance!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I already knew it was a long shot because of the year long paid work experience requirement, but still, I thought it was at least worth a look!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I must admit that I was particularly reluctant to like the city of Leicester - back in the day when I was browsing Universities for my first degree, I went for an open day at Leicester's other University, De Montfort, and wasn't that impressed. And also knowing that a 'kind of' ex had moved to the city made me even more reluctant to go there! But I have to say that when I got to the area that the University of Leicester was in, I was a lot more impressed than when I went to DMU (which is on the other side of the city)!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Everything about the University is nice, the people seemed relatively friendly, and certainly welcoming. The Uni was neat and looked shiny and new (although the same can't really be said for the Medical School building - which apparently is going to be replaced by a newer and shinier building in the near future). See the shoddy picture below for a glimpse at the Med School building...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This is also another shoddy picture of the Medical School from the side (at least I think it's the Medical School - but don't hold me to that!)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I don't really think there's anything else that I can say about it - It certainly doesn't look like I'll be applying to study there, but that's not to say that I don't like the University, because I do.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh, and one of the taglines of the University, which you will be utterly bombarded with if you go and visit is:</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Trust me, you will see it absolutely everywhere! It's been drilled in to me now!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I would recommend that people check it out, of course! You can't take my word on which Medical School to study at!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Next time I'll be telling you all about Keele University!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Thanks for reading! xx</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3526015077543738044.post-77316058335634165572012-02-09T15:06:00.000+00:002012-02-09T15:06:49.675+00:00King's College Open Day!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, so sorry for neglecting my blog like this!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Last summer, I went to an open day at King's College London... As the title says.</span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To be honest, I'd never really been to that area of London, and I didn't even know whether it was Guy's Hospital or King's College Hospital that I had to go to. Turns out, after following the map, that it was Guy's after all.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It absolutely threw it down on the day, which usually equals a very bad hair day for a certain frizzy-haired wannabe medic.</span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When we got there, I was impressed by the exterior of the buildings. But, to be honest, it's what's inside that counts, isn't it? However, I liked the inside too.</span><br />
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</tbody></table><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We had an introduction talk, in which my phone loudly went off... Embarrassing...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We then went to a Pathology lecture with the prestigious Professor Sebastian Lucas, which I thoroughly enjoyed! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Although I wish someone would have warned me that there was going to be slide in the presentation with a picture of diarrhoea with blood on it!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">It was kind of a good job that I didn't have time for lunch beforehand!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We then got separated for tours, which mainly consisted of walking around the interesting Gordon Musuem:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.kcl.ac.uk/teares/gktvc/vc/gordon/index.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">http://www.kcl.ac.uk/teares/gktvc/vc/gordon/index.html</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Which might have been better if our tour guide hadn't walked off without us.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Still don't know where she got to...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And probably would have been even better if I hadn't have walked, loudly, straight in to a metal bin, in a room where I was surrounded by silent, revising medical students... Yet again, embarrassing...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But, for the remainder of our tour, we joined another group, most of whom were sixteen or seventeen year olds with great innocence and faith in themselves. That's the thing about being a prospective Graduate Medicine entrant, you feel a bit inadequate when faced with all these fresh faced geniuses... Or maybe that's just me.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Even though we got separated from our tour guide, it really isn't every day that you get to walk around a place and see pictures of dead bodies in the process of decomposition, or get to see actual craniopagus siamese twins pickling away in a jar...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We then went to get a free drink and snack, where my Dad knocked his coffee over. Which went all over the floor, the chair, his jacket, and some papers... Embarrassing!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So all in all, we both made fools of ourselves!</span><br />
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</tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Here are a couple of facts about King's College London:</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><ol><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's apparently the only University campus in the UK with a McDonald's restaurant built in to it.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's also overlooked by probably <i>the</i> biggest building that I have ever witnessed!</span></span></li>
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I enjoyed my trip there, and also the sightseeing afterwards, yet I feel that the fact that KCL is UKCAT entry it has to go slightly lower down on my list of Medical School preferences. Ideally, I wouldn't like to take UKCAT and GAMSAT together.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The view from Millennium Bridge</span></td></tr>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If you look on my 'Plan' page, you'll see that KCL does make an appearance!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now, I promise that I'll be back soon with tales about my trips to Leicester and Keele!</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Random Shiny Balls in the Street... Ahh London.</span></td></tr>
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