With a quote on the front reading, “keeps you reading with the force of a pure but nasty addiction,” I wasn’t sure what I was in for, but I knew it was going to be jacked up. I got a bit of a better picture when I peeked inside the cover, seeing, “I promise you will be thoroughly unnerved at the end.” Well, I just finished this book and I’m not even sure that I can write a coherent review but I want it out of my system, so here goes.
And now, for a very non-Valentine’s Day post…
Let me make one thing clear: I am very happy that I am employed, and that my employer is ensuring that new hires/new grads are up to snuff on training and knowledge. That being said – I thought I was done with school! Hahaha, I’ve been sitting on the computer for two days straight trying to make a dent in these online classes and I feel like I’m going nowhere fast. They don’t all have to be done immediately, in fact we have a schedule for them to be completed – but I’m dying here.
This book started off great. I was instantly drawn into the story of Ethan Trent and his dysfunctional family. However, as the plot started to unfold, well, it basically continued to unfold and you’re left with a pedestrian murder mystery that reinforces the need for more positive mental health care in our country.
Ethan Trent is awoken one night, assuming it’s his daughter sneaking back in, is sadly mistaken when a police officer informs him they’ve found her body after being beaten to death. Turns out Ethan is the father of two typical teenagers, who resent him, sneak out, and do all of those things that parents get pissed about. He also has an estranged ex-wife who is a heroin addict and has a restraining order against her concerning the kids. And her brother is nuts. But they all used to be besties, so Ethan hates himself for that.
He escaped from that life, became a grown up, and has since lodged quite a stick up his ass. He’s also got a new girlfriend, with a past of her own, but that doesn’t really get fleshed out as much as we’d like.
Woke up at 6:30 this AM to make sure I had a sufficient amount of coffee and breakfast in my belly before heading to my exam. It didn’t start until 8 but they wanted us there by 7:30 to fill out paperwork and register. I meant to take a picture of the joint but I was so anxious that I completely forgot. They are legit about security for these exams. You scan not only your fingerprints but your palm veins and then they check your picture every time you go in and out of a door to make sure you didn’t switch with anyone. It only takes on jackass to screw up the system for everyone…
Or Alton. Or Bobby. Or whatever. The point is that I really impressed myself tonight. The theme was puff pastry and it was magical.
I mentioned yesterday that I was making pork wellington tonight and I did just that. I used Alton Brown’s recipe with some techniques from Gordon Ramsay’s beef wellington that I picked up from one of his holiday episodes. I’m not a huge fan of pork that isn’t bacon or barbeque, so Joel said that if tenderloin didn’t convert me that nothing would.
WHEW! How did I work out while working full time before?? Yikes. Working 8 hours a day is one thing, but two, 12-hour shifts back to back made it difficult to move away from the couch for anything other than a shower. Anyone else work 12 hour (or more) days? How do you fit in your workouts? Or do you just work out on days that you’re not making money? Not to mention if you work a different shift than days – man that would be tough. One of the nurses mentioned that they used to run 40+ miles a week so I’ll be asking her how she fit that in with shift work.
So I’m an idiot. I just realized this morning that I bought concert tickets for us for Christmas for the night before Run the Bluegrass. AND THE CONCERT IS IN ANOTHER STATE. Words cannot describe how upset I am with myself for this massive scheduling conflict. I feel like all of my training thus far was for naught and that I will surely burn out before another race comes around that I can fit into my life. I thought maybe I could do the Derby Half or the Pig Half instead since they are a few weeks later, but then I realized that in order to avoid another scheduling conflict, I’ll have to wait since I don’t have a schedule. And I hate it.