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I was bitten by a quantum physics bug, and I bought three books at the used bookstore about it. I swear I'm going to read them. After I dished out the twenty bucks to pay for them, I did a bit of investigating online for a book that people seemed to enjoy across the board. The Quantum World: Quantum Physics for Everyone by Kenneth William Ford seemed to be popular and enjoyable, especially to those without an extensive background in physics. So, I ordered it from a used bookstore on the net.
I probably should have been a scientist because stuff like this amazes me. While I was a psych major, it just wasn't my favorite. I tend to be very short with people, I think. Which isn't exactly a good thing for a counselor or psychologist to be. I finally figured this out when I interviewed for that job at the rehabilitation center for teenagers a few years ago. They told me I'd have to be on-call to hunt the little assholes down when they ran away from home. Noooooo thanks... I'd end up snatching one at two in the morning and beating him until police officers intervened. Plus, they wanted me to sign a waiver which released the organization from all responsibility if I was injured by one of the troubled youth in the facility. So, I can't hit them, but they can hit me? No fair. A psychologist, I am not. I should have been a physicist. I bet they don't have to sign waivers.
I blame this all on What the [bleep] Do We Know? and Philip Pullman.
I probably should have been a scientist because stuff like this amazes me. While I was a psych major, it just wasn't my favorite. I tend to be very short with people, I think. Which isn't exactly a good thing for a counselor or psychologist to be. I finally figured this out when I interviewed for that job at the rehabilitation center for teenagers a few years ago. They told me I'd have to be on-call to hunt the little assholes down when they ran away from home. Noooooo thanks... I'd end up snatching one at two in the morning and beating him until police officers intervened. Plus, they wanted me to sign a waiver which released the organization from all responsibility if I was injured by one of the troubled youth in the facility. So, I can't hit them, but they can hit me? No fair. A psychologist, I am not. I should have been a physicist. I bet they don't have to sign waivers.
I blame this all on What the [bleep] Do We Know? and Philip Pullman.
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