I Need A Better Karmic Guide...

Seriously. This week has to be the most karmically depressing week ever. I don't think I've had one thing go right, which is entirely disappointing. At this point, I'm gonna wake up at 3:00am and puke in my bed, even though I'm not drunk. (I did have two glasses of sparkling white zinfindel though...)

I suppose I shouldn't say anything about my lab work, but this week has been sadly depressing. It just feels like people are giving up, and I'm really ready to start babysitting people in the room. Maybe it's the lights. I'll try turning the lights off tomorrow.

So many random things keep happening that go against me. Both MRI scans I sat in on were a mess which botched runs, projectors blowing out, and remote abortions of a scan by the guy that runs the scanner. Total chaos on something that (when things go well) should be nearly automatic.

Then there's my new shoes, which are a size too big, but I don't want to return them cause they don't have a size that fits and I really like the shoes. So I don't know what to do.

Then there's my $400 downswing in poker, just as I started to peak at +$350. I know it's only been 6000 hands, and some bull about variance, but this is definitely a week of negative variance. Terrible luck all around.

Now, I've got to hope I didn't accidently insult the great Ganesh or Vishnu or Shiva or something and that this is just one of those cyclical elements in a string of random events. Otherwise, I'm screwed for the rest of my life.

/whine

Oh, and MCAT prep costs $1699. Tack on prep books, interview books, essay books, and Med School review/guide books...and my suit, shirt, tie, belt, and maybe shoes...and application fees. I'm looking at spending over $5000 just to get into medical school. For a job that forces me to work 80 hours per week for 40K every year. That makes me feel so good about my career choices. Atleast I get to save lives, cut people open, and kill people. It's a crazy life.