I own 28 different seasons of various tv shows. Eleven of them have to do with medical shows. Since working at the hospital, I have had several epiphanies. Chief among them is that people at real hospitals are no where near as good looking as people at fake hospitals. Not even close. I've had direct interactions with over a thousand patients in the past three months. I can tell you, at no point did I ever even think about asking for one of their phone numbers. Not a one. In their defense, some were unconscious, or had facial trauma, or were old. (On the list of things that used to be creepy to me, but now don't even register: Old people without their teeth in. Used to be so unsettling how the lips curled in way past vertical. Now, not even disturbed when they're asleep and their mouths close much farther than they should.)
The point is, where is one tasty coma wife? They just don't exist. I want them to, badly, but they don't. Now, of course, the shows revolve around the physicians and staff, and all of the television personnel are at least decent. #13, Elliot Reid, Cameron, Jordan, Kim. All of them very beautiful. Even the minor female characters are soft on the eyes. Real hospital staff, not even close.
Out of the hundreds of doctors, nurses, aides, dietary and janitorial staff, there are maybe a handful of ladies whom I would spend time with outside of the hospital. It's stunning. I don't know what I was expecting, but I can tell you hollywood taught me to expect more. And after working in a business office where the attractive girl to non-attractive girl was at least close to the one presented by "The Office", I had little reason to doubt the same ratios would hold from medical shows to medical work. For the record, they don't.
Word.
Ok, so I have to put this in, even though I know I already closed it out. It's completely unrelated, but completely amazing.
I was going through an old box where I store all sorts of notable things from my life. High school diploma, EFY pictures, tae kwan do black belt, you know a "memory box". (Note: mine is waterproof and always closed tightly. When you live in an area constantly struck by hurricanes, you just keep things in a constant state of ready-to-evacuate-ness.) As I'm going through, I see something I thought I had lost. Tickets to the two Giants games I went to during the 2001 season. One was against the Dodgers and the other against the Cardinals. Yes, that's cool to know I saw the 2001 home run chase of Barry Bonds in person, but the cooler part is on the back side.
Yep, there he is. The Say Hey Kid. It looked weird, and indecipherable, which of course lended to its credibility. I checked with his other signatures just to be sure I didn't imagine him signing it in the San Fran airport, and it's legit. I thought this was lost to time. I'm unbelievably pleased by this. Also, I found the ticket from the White Sox/ Royals spring training game I went to in 1997. Not much special, until I flipped it over and saw Johnny Damon's John Hancock. Needless to say, being awake at 4am has finally been worthwhile.
Word.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
The Spirit Of A Hustler And The Swagger Of A College Kid
So, it's 1am. It is technically Monday, but for me it is Friday because I work Friday through Monday, and have Tuesday through Thursday off. So, now I'm starting my weekend. Want to know the only downer about this? I just finished my bookshelf project. I won't lie to you. Its beautiful. You're quite jealous of it. It's ok to be. I would if it wasn't mine.
Setting its beauty aside, as hard as that is, it now leaves me with a dilemma. You see, when I wanted to break away from things and just relax, I had the bookshelf to work on. Measuring, cutting, routing, sanding, sanding, and of course more sanding, staining, sealing, mounting and finally, choosing the books and items to place on it. I reveled in it, because it was mine. From first cut, to final nick nack, it was mine.
But it is done now. Well, at least 90% done. I still have one shelf to fill with non-book items. I could put more foreign souvenirs, but I don't like the idea of putting up more than one from a country and I would quickly run into this problem. Now my though is baseballs, and I have more than enough to fill the shelf, but not many of them are worth putting on display. Essentially, I've hit a writer's block on the last paragraph. Frustrating. Ideas?
Really what I wanted to get at is that now I have completed the thing I wanted to get done for a while. Please, don't ridicule "building a bookshelf" as a task worthy of this honor, but for me it was. And I've completed it. What now? It was nice because for the hour or so a day, I wasn't thinking about the things I probably should be thinking about. Medical School, Marriage, Dating, and what happens if the first one doesn't happen. (Please don't ask me. I really have no answer. Ask Mike instead. He might actually have one. Not kidding. Smart money says he has much more a backup plan for me than I do.)
Now what? Here are my thoughts. Mind you, I work 32 hours a week. That's not nearly as important as the 48 hours I spend awake and unoccupied on days not Sunday during the week. Also, I have moderate funds, but not limitless. I only wish. The ceiling of the extravagance of ideas is to purchase the most beautiful car ever, and the restore it. Amazingly, I think this might end up costing only $3500 over the space of the next ten months. It doesn't take a math major to realize that means $350 a month. How I decide this being the cap? Because that's how much rent use to cost. Logical, as always.
The complications involved in such an undertaking are numerous, but not irreconcilable. Below that, it's wide open. Call it ADD. Call it needing a constant change of pace. Whatever it is, it's definitely something I need to resolve.
Oh, and I refuse to let Jake and Holli have a more recent blog post than me. Of course I'm that petty. I thought about Jared and Courtney, but I wouldn't have a shot. They simply have much more of an audience and therefore they need to please them much more often. Case in point, they've had a counter for roughly three weeks and they have had approximately 600 hits. Mine's been going for almost ten months. Finally hit 1000 yesterday. Ridiculous. Can't match that. Won't. Too intimidating.
There you go. Word.
Setting its beauty aside, as hard as that is, it now leaves me with a dilemma. You see, when I wanted to break away from things and just relax, I had the bookshelf to work on. Measuring, cutting, routing, sanding, sanding, and of course more sanding, staining, sealing, mounting and finally, choosing the books and items to place on it. I reveled in it, because it was mine. From first cut, to final nick nack, it was mine.
But it is done now. Well, at least 90% done. I still have one shelf to fill with non-book items. I could put more foreign souvenirs, but I don't like the idea of putting up more than one from a country and I would quickly run into this problem. Now my though is baseballs, and I have more than enough to fill the shelf, but not many of them are worth putting on display. Essentially, I've hit a writer's block on the last paragraph. Frustrating. Ideas?
Really what I wanted to get at is that now I have completed the thing I wanted to get done for a while. Please, don't ridicule "building a bookshelf" as a task worthy of this honor, but for me it was. And I've completed it. What now? It was nice because for the hour or so a day, I wasn't thinking about the things I probably should be thinking about. Medical School, Marriage, Dating, and what happens if the first one doesn't happen. (Please don't ask me. I really have no answer. Ask Mike instead. He might actually have one. Not kidding. Smart money says he has much more a backup plan for me than I do.)
Now what? Here are my thoughts. Mind you, I work 32 hours a week. That's not nearly as important as the 48 hours I spend awake and unoccupied on days not Sunday during the week. Also, I have moderate funds, but not limitless. I only wish. The ceiling of the extravagance of ideas is to purchase the most beautiful car ever, and the restore it. Amazingly, I think this might end up costing only $3500 over the space of the next ten months. It doesn't take a math major to realize that means $350 a month. How I decide this being the cap? Because that's how much rent use to cost. Logical, as always.
The complications involved in such an undertaking are numerous, but not irreconcilable. Below that, it's wide open. Call it ADD. Call it needing a constant change of pace. Whatever it is, it's definitely something I need to resolve.
Oh, and I refuse to let Jake and Holli have a more recent blog post than me. Of course I'm that petty. I thought about Jared and Courtney, but I wouldn't have a shot. They simply have much more of an audience and therefore they need to please them much more often. Case in point, they've had a counter for roughly three weeks and they have had approximately 600 hits. Mine's been going for almost ten months. Finally hit 1000 yesterday. Ridiculous. Can't match that. Won't. Too intimidating.
There you go. Word.
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