Hey, I never gave this post a title!
I had my first performance evaluation at work and they looove me. I rated myself pretty low because at my previous job my supervisor always rated people low so they had “room to grow.” I guess the new boss doesn’t feel the same way because she had no problem giving me the highest or 2nd highest score in a lot of areas. Not a single “do better” type rating. Yay!
We also talked about different grants I could apply to and she recommended a certain type of grant from NIMH that’s for “new explorers” or some Boy Scout sounding title. But it would be my grant, I wouldn’t even need a co-PI.
I saw my PCP last week and she gave me a name of a gynecologist that she thinks would tie my tubes. My PCP is also childless by choice so she understands where I’m coming from. She did not ask if I was married or engaged. She did ask if I want to adopt and I told her no, just don’t want kids. I should have explained how hot the DINK lifestyle is to me or told her how jealous I am of upwardly mobile gay couples. No one asks rich old gay men “Oh aren’t you sad you’ve never had a baby?” They’re too busy admiring their beautiful house/partner/pool boy.
So I have an appointment with a possibly awesome gynecologist late next month. In the meantime, I got some Yaz. I will try to overlook the stupid name or the huge amount of marketing that I miss not watching TV or reading women’s mags. Yaz is a low dose pill and supposedly helps with PMDD. I wouldn’t say I have PMDD but I do get awfully emo around my period. When I went to get the pill, the nurse practitioner was trying to steer me toward getting an IUD instead of sterilization. IUD’s sound awesome if you want to do things like finish college/grad school without getting knocked up. But since I don’t want babies ever, why not just get sterilized instead of having to replace an IUD every 3-10 years? And I’m trying to minimize the amount of foreign objects inside of me. Already got 1. Not counting my piercing since I am getting rid of it soon. (Because it looks bad and is a pain in my ass, not because of this argument.)
More holiday shopping now. Whee!
sad to say, dink magazine went under.. not enough couples trying to be cool
A paper mag was so not cool enough for DINKs. You read a magazine while you’re waiting in a doctor’s office because your kid stuck a crayon in his nose and now it’s lodged somewhere behind his eye. You do not read mags as a DINK. They get all wet from the pool water or vodka.