Some more on blood donation

Was just putting myself on the organ donor register (and also ordering a card while I was there - mine's pretty much illegible and disintegrating due to me carrying mine around in my wallet for the last 16 years, as I picked it up at the library when I was little) And noticed something interesting,which I also had to fill in on the blood and bone marrow forms this afternoon. This question is also on pretty much every application form you'll ever find for jobs. The ethnicity question. In most cases it's there so they can take note of quotas, or show they've interviewed enough people of each race to be fair, and so on. Basically it's for sanctimonious saving face reasons. Normally you just employ the person who's best for the job, or has the biggest tits, or whatever.

I asked about the tick box thing at the blood donating, thinking that surely it didn't matter when it came to this, as you don't need he survey statistics, you just need the blood and likelihood of problems. Apparently it turns out it's for medical reasons, especially with bone marrow and organ donation. All to do with compatibility. My organs/blood/bone marrow are more likely to be genetically compatible with someone of Saxon/Viking/Celtic descent. And a quick note like that just speeds up the search.

Stuff

Driving lesson, circling jobs, getting so overheated on way back from Pangbourne that I almost fainted the minute I stepped into the house - as it was, had enough control to stumble to the kitchen, forced self to stay upright while guzzled water, then lay down in the hall, and didn't get up until my heartbeat went back to normal and my vision stopped swimming. Hmmp. Haven't fainted since that day at Virgin when I was dashing all over the place and overheated, aka 'how to scare customers when one of the till people collapses after finishing a phone call'. Prayed that would fully okay in fifteen minutes, as had convinced brain that driving lesson was at 1:00. Stupid self. Remembered ten minutes later that no, driving lesson was at 6:00. Watched most of yesterday's Sentinel, and no, I wasn't wrong re: possessiveness and jealousy. Managed to be a bit jittery when changing gears and lack of confidence at roundabouts. Next week we start on reversing, 3-point turns, which feel shouldn't be a problem as I used to have no problems previously. Now, parallel parking, on the other hand... Suspect lessons are going faster this time due to me having previous slightly-worn out experience. Oh, and he's said that when he comes to writing the book about his experiences as an instructor, my mishap on Monday with the sunglasses is going into the book. Basically I had them on top of my head, it got to being sunny when we stopped at an intersection and I couldn't see, so attempted to remove sunglasses from top of head and put them on my nose. Unfortunately, the pads that rest on the bridge of your nose got caught in my hair, and as I was wearing my customary plaits, this required pulling a large chunk of hair out of the plait. With extra struggles, as hair is a bit curly. Apparently it was somewhat amusing to watch. Today, wore the wraparounds I wear for anything exercise-like so there would be no chance of repeats.

Checked the requirements for being a paramedic - you start as ambulance assistant, graduate to ambulance tech, then to paramedic. The absolute needs are being 18 and having a full driving licence, and a clean criminal record. Some ambulance authorities require you to have 4 GCSEs, A-C. Just need to get my frickin' licence.

Reading porn. That is all.