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Yesterday I fully understood to which degree it sucks to be an adult. I've been coughing my lungs up since Friday (as I'm sure you already know, I am after all a master of complaining), and after every single employee at my work had come by my office to say that they felt sorry for me, and that I should go see a doctor for my cough (which resonates through three floors of office space apparently), I caved in and decided to go see one. Problem number one with being a grown up: I'm working as a substitute, so the firm I'm really working for, xtra personelle, may not pay for my time if I go see a doctor. Not willing to work extra because of a doctor's appointment yet again , I decided to go to the legevakt (emergency room? It sounds so much worse in English). There, I had to wait for approximately 3 hours before I got to go in an see the doctor. Now, if I was a child, I wouldn't have to worry about sick leave or waiting, I wouldn't have been alone in the waiting room for said three hours, and I wouldn't have to go by the pharmacy on my way home, especially not because my moter would have driven me instead of me taking public transport and scaring off the other passengers with my cough.
The good part of being an adult is the doctor treating you like you can think for yourself. And yet, I don't know if I want to have a doctor ask me to choose between several cough medicines I've never tried or had any sort of experience with. Oh well.
Another nice thing with being sick as a child was that my mother or father would bring home some soda and a bun for me, they'd rent me a movie and stop by in the middle of the day to make sure that I'd eaten something. Now, I have to make sure I eat something, stay on the sofa all alone and noone is ever going to bring me buns or soda. I'm stuck with stale frozen pizza and no rented movies of any kind. *feeling sorry for myself*
-look at me! All sick!
The good part of being an adult is the doctor treating you like you can think for yourself. And yet, I don't know if I want to have a doctor ask me to choose between several cough medicines I've never tried or had any sort of experience with. Oh well.
Another nice thing with being sick as a child was that my mother or father would bring home some soda and a bun for me, they'd rent me a movie and stop by in the middle of the day to make sure that I'd eaten something. Now, I have to make sure I eat something, stay on the sofa all alone and noone is ever going to bring me buns or soda. I'm stuck with stale frozen pizza and no rented movies of any kind. *feeling sorry for myself*
-look at me! All sick!
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"Ten movies streaming across that, that Internet, and what happens to your own personal Internet? I just the other day got... an Internet was sent by my staff at 10 o'clock in the morning on Friday, I got it yesterday. Why? Because it got tangled up with all these things going on the Internet commercially. [...] They want to deliver vast amounts of information over the Internet. And again, the Internet is not something you just dump something on. It's not a big truck. It's a series of tubes. And if you don't understand those tubes can be filled and if they are filled, when you put your message in, it gets in line and it's going to be delayed by anyone that puts into that tube enormous amounts of material, enormous amounts of material."
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I love that guy! *grinning* I'm so making a fan club for him!
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