Hospital accident sends staff screaming for showers!
News at nine! A patient, after heinously holding back an exiting maneuver for several days, decides that this would be a great time to bomb the entire attending staff with mass amounts of toxic offal. Yes I said offal folks. (gags...I love my job I love my job I love my job usually) Projectile offal. I am serious.
No there will be no film at eleven.
Yes we cleaned up and changed into surgical scrubs. Yes my car will be a neighbor deterrent for weeks. To top it off I race upstairs to clean the last of the offending smell away in my own shower, and while I am there a friend I had been trying for over a week to come help me secure my wireless internet shows up. I am wet, dripping, and nekkid. Thrill for him? No. I answered the door in what has to be the last surviving example of a granny gown. Damn. It's ok. He lives with two women. Not likely to be impressed or rather unimpressed with my lack of revealing clothing.
In addition to the already "scentillating" events of the day, Super Geek blows his cover. Yep. We had to reboot the modem and Frank had to call tech support to finish the installation. Tech support people! This is what he does for a living! Heh...in his defense though, I was not given crucial information during initial installation of my wireless internet. That might be because my boyfriend was the only person here during that installation by an AT&T trained professional.. *rolls eyes* Nothing was written down because of course...no one would need it.
I think Frank left early because of the smell. It was that or me yelling at the tech on the phone because "I can't understand a damn word you are saying!"
No there will be no film at eleven.
Yes we cleaned up and changed into surgical scrubs. Yes my car will be a neighbor deterrent for weeks. To top it off I race upstairs to clean the last of the offending smell away in my own shower, and while I am there a friend I had been trying for over a week to come help me secure my wireless internet shows up. I am wet, dripping, and nekkid. Thrill for him? No. I answered the door in what has to be the last surviving example of a granny gown. Damn. It's ok. He lives with two women. Not likely to be impressed or rather unimpressed with my lack of revealing clothing.
In addition to the already "scentillating" events of the day, Super Geek blows his cover. Yep. We had to reboot the modem and Frank had to call tech support to finish the installation. Tech support people! This is what he does for a living! Heh...in his defense though, I was not given crucial information during initial installation of my wireless internet. That might be because my boyfriend was the only person here during that installation by an AT&T trained professional.. *rolls eyes* Nothing was written down because of course...no one would need it.
I think Frank left early because of the smell. It was that or me yelling at the tech on the phone because "I can't understand a damn word you are saying!"