So as much as I was starstruck by the Ann Arbor health systems labs, I've already sold my soul to Detroit. I put in my top choices and soon I will find out where I'll be interning next semester. After class I ran into Justin so we stopped and chatted a bit about all things clinical. He liked Henry Ford, he works in their blood bank. He got a job on the midnight shift. Said all 5 of the interns were offered a job, only one did not take it and that's because she went directly into grad school.
To put it bluntly, everyone is ready to eat each other over a clinical rotation. If Ann Arbor (which was my second choice) only takes one, they'll take Danyell. Heidi and Jeff don't want Henry Ford as their 1st choice. Hamdan is not a noteworthy competitor. Nida and Belquis both want Oakwood. Amabell will take a small hospital, Garden City or St. Mary, most likely Fatma will too. So who else? I'm not worried about any of the 3 remaining guys. Then again, Henry Ford takes 5 students. If Sara and I get it, then there is still room for three more.
I'm not panicking. I'm going to get into Henry Ford. I am confident. There is no reason not to give it to me. Besides, Garza loves me. And I don't live up Brown's ass like Annett tries to. Lord, she annoys me. She's a perpetual failure. How do you get a masters in biological science and still end up working retail - part time. It's because she sucks. She'd suck the professors cock if only they had one. Dumb cunt, I will smash your face and skull fuck you. If you fucking try to get in my way I will use your eye sockets as ashtrays. Fuck with me and might as well be fucking yourself.
Whooooa. Gotta get that out. Point in case, I'm going to be fine. I'm going to work in a big lab. My awesome people skills will get me places and open doors. I already have a foot in a few places because, well it's face it, I'm the fucking shit and I will dominate this bitch. That glass ceiling is getting shattered by the brute force of my forehead. I will divide and conquer, pillage and plunder. I'll take the road less trodden upon and pave it in gold. If I have to pave it with blood, bones, and tears - Lord help me they'll be yours.
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