Thu
12Things That Irritate Me II
Flickr has the option to hide or display your EXIF data with each photo you upload. EXIF data is information stored in your JPEG file by your camera, and contains things like whether or not the flash was fired, what aperture was used, the ISO, etc. I hate when people hide their EXIF data. Your focal length isn’t your fucking social security number, and all I wanted to know is what lens you used for the shot. Sit the fuck down.
I have a headache almost everyday. I don’t know if it’s because of the transition in seasons or because I have a massive brain tumor, but whatever the reason, It’s getting really fucking old. My body is now immune to most pain relievers, including Darvocet. Darvocet is really just prescription Tylenol, but more effective? Either way, I don’t even bother with pain meds anymore.
I have a daily lunch date with my DVR. Everyday at around 2 or 3, I make myself a delicious bowl of Ramen and watch a Sex and the City episode. Our cable company must be integrating a new feature on the DVR, because I couldn’t see the show even though I could hear it. I had to press the “Info” button and try to watch it through the little square in the top right corner. Not. Happy.
I’m STILL waiting on the Cleveland Clinic position. We spoke with the doctor who wants to hire me, and the position has just been listed, so it shouldn’t be long now apparently. I’ve waited all this time and have come to one conclusion: I’m lazy. I’m impatient with zero work ethic and really would just like to win the lottery. If it doesn’t involve photography, painting, or web design, I’m not interested.
I was eating granola earlier and chipped my back molar. Fantastic. I could have sworn that turning 21 meant nothing as far as falling apart goes, and I could also have sworn that your entire body doesn’t just up and decide to TURN TO SHIT until at least 40. Apparently I’m very mistaken in my assumptions.