Summer Rain

What could the hospital be classified as? I was pondering this during some free time that I had.
The hospital could be an exonerated hotel, ready to serve any and all customers with its fine, top-of-the-line (and expensive) service. 5 companies -- or more! -- to serve your need, as well as to bill you.

The ER booth is a lot like McDonald's (but better, of course). You got to get things done fast, because speed is essential. You have "orders" that can not be removed from the screen until certain things have been done.

At least I don't have those fricking annoying buzzers going off all the time (like mcdonald's did). What's more, the people that work there are intelligent and actually give a damn about their job (and i'd like to stress this. Look at those italics for god's sake!).

That keeps my morale up, and that's all I need in a job. (oh, and pay, too)

"Yes, I see that your finger is bleeding. ^h^h^h^h^h^h^h^h^hSo what? Please sign here"

I've been running as of late. Did it again tonight. Methinks I should start a record of my exercising, much like the Jaeger of lore has. (that's right. Get back up and record your exploits, Jaeger!)

and now, a gossiping story, straight from the ER booth.

"So I had just started my shift, right? and this guy comes up, and I ask, 'what's the problem?' and the guy says, 'I have itchy knees, cutie.' 'What from?' I asked, ignoring him. 'Well, a few days ago, I was at this party, and I, uh, met this girl. She would scratch her shoulders a lot but said she was fine. Well, I, uh, had sex with her and the next day my legs itched. Been doing that ever since.' 'ok.' So, I type up all his stuff, and have him go to the ER. When he came back, he said with a flirty smile, 'hey, I'm back. The doctor diagnosed me with scabies. Say, you wanna hang out some time?'with a wink."

Anyway, I'm getting back into my routines! Somehow, I thwarted the entertainment console device thingy, and am now on my way getting back into all sorts of learning stuff.

I just needed something to give me enough structure (work)to plot around.

Now, I just need to get to bed at good times (and get enough rest...)

Heh, my life sounds shallow today (and, save for the mad dash to work, it was), but I have so many awesome plans in the making coming up!

WOOHA!

I don't hold anything so dear that I'm not capable of changing my opinion on it, and I won't cry if you disassemble my beliefs and poke at them with a stick.