The BFG and other stories

Tuesday evening got off to a good start. Nothing like a little exam stress to get things started, eh? As it happens, a trip to whine at my mentor seemed to be just as good as a run although, had I known how my “short” night was going to turn out, I might have opted for the extra end dolphins. Never mind, there’s always chocolate, eh?

I guess a good place to start is with the rather large, drunk guy. Why I always end up dealing with the bald, fat, drunk guys, I’ll never know but anyway, that’s not the point. Without putting too much effort into an explanation, Mr Big Fat Guy (BFG) thought that punching the only person paying him any attention would be a good move. Little did he know, she (me) was wearing body armor under her coat. *little evil giggle* Its also a good thing that I’m deceptively strong… *snicker* Its not my fault if I pull his arm and he accidentally “falls” forward and “trips” over my conveniently placed foot… *angel face*

That was the start of a very long night. Every time I thought that maybe I was finished, someone else would walk in and pass me a ton of other stuff to do. This time though, I managed not to do everyone else’s work as well as mine. Does this mean someone finally got rid of the “n00b” sign on my back? Hmm, I have a feeling it was just temporarily misplaced. Okay, so by the time I finished it was about 7:30 in the morning (I went to work at 8pm the night before!) which was just in time to get caught in the fabulous Manhattan traffic on the way back to my apartment… F-A-B-U-L-O-U-S traffic.

(on a side note, whoever asked me how I did it (worked so long…) the answer is coffee and lots of it… The crazy drunk guy didn’t hurt things either…)

I finally fall into my apartment to find that Jack is in MY shower meaning, I had to wait to wash the nights slime off me. How terribly rude of him. It could have been worse I suppose. I could have used all the hot water too… Before you even think about it Jack, I certainly would NOT be pleased. Any who, I can say with great certainty, I have never, ever been so happy to fall into bed.

Now on to last night. I woke up with some nicely sore ribs… As it happens, the BFG managed to catch my chest where I’ve had my ribs fixed last year. Medical hardware and all… Nothing, NOTHING was going to stop me going on my ride along though. I’ve been looking forward to it since last week. I have to admit, I’m veerrry tempted (probably much to the buddy’s (and Jonathans) delight… Oh and to Brandon’s horror!) to go to EMT classes. I didn’t really have a clue about what they were doing on the call so I won’t even try to explain.

After that, my buddy made me go and get x-rays. As it turns out, the rib that was most badly borked last year is the one that got cracked by the big ol’ ape this time… AND he managed that through my body armor.

I r a bit sore now.

Misquotes, helicopters and a small, very angry man

I woke up early Sunday morning thinking “Oh my god, I don’t know the way to Boston. What if I get lost?” because obviously, that’s the hardest part of flying I decided that if something did happen, I can always use the good ol’ woman driver excuse, no? While nothing terrible happened, I do get the distinct feeling the FAA grounded all flights within a bazillion miles of me “just in case…” You can never trust a woman pilot, y’know…

Despite that, I finally got the boy thing to come fly with me (he doesn’t like helicopters ’cause he’s a bit dim). He honestly didn’t look that bad until I decided to yell out “Oh my god, we’ve run out of fuel” for shits and giggles… I’m sorry, Jack but that really was far too good an opportunity to pass up. I even have a photo *but* as long as the ones of my hamster cheeks stay hidden, that one will too. How’s that for a catch 22? *wink*

Moving along to Mr Short and angry (my boss man). He called yesterday and basically said that because I got sick on Monday but worked the rest of the week, I couldn’t start taking sick days at the weekend. That would be cheating, obviously. So anyway, he wanted me to work last night to make up the time I’d spent on my “false” sick day (which really meant, someone was off sick and he needed another monkey) but, as it turns out, I didn’t have anything to do anyway. Chalk up another nice night in bed pour moi. *cough* owned *cough*

On a slightly more serious note, I’d like to thank whoever left a print off of my blog lying in the break room. It would seem Mr S&A found it and was somewhat less than impressed at the lawsuit comment (see previous post). Cue long shouty phone call to Ana at 9pm. Technically, I haven’t done anything wrong since its reasonably anonymous (no names of where I work/who I work with etc…) but he still liked to assert a little authority. *cough* I’m glad my phone has a mute button *cough*

Some random musings for y’all:

Nose spray for hay fever – The irony of it is, the spray smells like flowers, which, in this case, are the enemy. I sometimes wonder if it is in fact, just spraying flower juice up your nose for show… It won’t do anything for the hay fever but it sure will make you look/feel like a coke addict. Maybe that’s all it is… We’ll see in a week or two if I still have the inside of my nose, eh?

for the misquoting, click here. I say no more except the owner of the blog is perhaps a slightly naked beaver. *shrugs* whatever tickles your fancy.

Tourists should never be allowed anywhere near cities. Ever. New York is full of said creatures who stop in the middle of the street or better yet, walk reeaaalllly slowly in front of you in such a way that you can’t get past. God forbid there are normal people living here who actually have places to be.

I’m forced to wonder if they believe anyone living here is their assistant. A bit like a giant theme park I suppose… I’m quite okay just standing minding my own business, inspecting my shoes… y’know those really essential tasks and someone will walk up to me and ask me to take a photo of them while grinning at me and waving their arms. I mean honestly, do I look like I work here? As in, work right in this here spot. *rolls eyes* I’m considering getting a “do not disturb” tattoo because I’m a terribly anti-social creature.