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Here is a picture of Katie at her new job:
For comparison, here is a picture of Katie at her old job:

Hooray! Having worked for the Ophthalmology* department at the Presbyterian Hospital of the University of Pennsylvania Health System for one week, the review is good. Katie finds the work to be more varied and less boring. She finds the coworkers to be more pleasant and fewer. We're both happy to discover that she gets many of perks as I do, such as free access to sporting events, the Arboretum, Museums, and Penn facilities. A pretty sweet bonus is that in one week, Katie has received two (2) presents -- a set of coffee table books and A DVD ABOUT GENE THERAPY! And coming August 1, she gets her own office -- with a window! So yeah, you could say its pretty awesome.


NOTE: The above are metaphorical representations only, and not actual photos of Katie.

*No, I didn't spell it wrong. You just say it wrong.

P.S. Katie posted earlier today. Make sure you read her post, too!

Riding the bus in Philadelphia isn't anything like riding the bus in elementary school. When I was in sixth grade, I distinctly remember standing in line--needing to be the third or fourth person to ensure getting a backseat. Then, once on the bus, times were good. There were fans that sprayed water because Louisiana is hot and school is year-round. Your friends were on the bus. And coming home on the bus signified that the school day was over and you could go home and watch Saved by the Bell and make home-made nachos.

Well, times change. We have been riding the bus lately and let me tell you, Philadelphia bus drivers are NOT nice. The buses are NOT on time. And there are no spray fans. (Granted, there is air conditioning, but that's not the point.) The point is... I missed the bus and will now be late to church.