Dips
Fridays at the MRI department of Midstate are decidedly different than any other day of the week. Why, one might ask? Well, let's just say, I work with a bunch of guys and it becomes increasingly obvious.
Aside from the random male innuendos being tossed back and forth between each other, a Friday seems to go something like this.
While sitting in front of the console Friday morning, I noticed Tom running around the secretary office and the control console area, searching futilely for something. I asked him what he was looking for and he replied that he was searching for the x-acto knife. A huge package had been delivered earlier that day and was leaning against the doorway into the secretary office.
Unable to find the knife, Tom gives into Kevin and my suggestion of using a pair of scissors and preceeded to cut the box top off, drawing the blade towards himself rather than away, earning everyone's "WTF Tom, don't cut yourself" and at one point, he was cutting in the direction of Kevin, who plead to be spared from evisceration.
Pulling off the top of the box, Tom reached in with the rest of us watching on in anticipation. What could possibly be in such a large, though kind of flat, box?
Out he pulls is an MRI safe, aluminum walker, all nice and folded up flat. All of us are exclaiming in surprise, or at least on my part, as I didn't realize that they had ordered a walker.Tom leans the walker against the wall and looks into the box again, rifting through the extra packaging, apparently looking for a second walker because apparently it said that there was two items in the box, though Kevin pointed out that if the walker was that big, how could a second walker fit in that box, to which Tom replied with calling Kevin a "wise ass." But, as Kevin pointed out, "a wise ass is better than a dumb ass."
Unfolding the walker, Tom proceeded to test it out, hunching over and hobbling around the hallway between the secretary office and the MRI room. As he hobbled through the doorway into the MRI, he exclaimed moderately loud "Ahhhh!" and leaned against the walker to tip it over and fell down with it, and rolling over to the side, making all of us burst out laughing.
Brushing off the dirt and getting back onto his feet, Tom tested the walker to ensure it was MRI safe and then hobbled into the magnet room and around the control console room.
Glancing down at the walker, Tom braced his hands on either side of the walker. "I bet you an do dips on this." He shot a glance at Kevin, who was standing opposite of him and leaning against the counter. "I bet I can do more dips than you."
Kevin laughed.
Arms braced on either side in preparation and bending his knees that his feet weren't touching the floor, Tom lowered himself down, while telling Kevin that he had to go down to nipple level, to which Kevin replied with a "are you kidding?" (Tom is considerably shorter than Kevin). Tom pushed himself back up, grunting in the process. Arms shaking, he lowered himself one more time and visibly struggled to straightened his arms, much to everyone's amusement. For a third time, he lowered himself and tried to straighten his arms again with straining noises before he utterly collapsed onto the floor.
Everyone burst out laughing again as Tom climbed back onto his feet, stretching out his arms, complaining that he felt like he tore a pectoral muscle.
Unfortunately, Kevin fared no better than Tom, failing after two dips, though he didn't collapse in utter defeat.
Dawn, one of the secretaries, had come over to watch this display of manly competition. "So Tom, you're just going to let this end at a tie?"
Tom shook his head. "I don't know. I think I tore a muscle."
Dawn laughed. "I think you just don't want it bad enough."
After a few minutes of rest and the other people trying to goad me into doing dips (which according to Dawn and Kevin, I could probably do like 20 dips like nothing), Tom tackled the walker one more time. "I just have to want it bad enough," he explained, though whether this was to himself or to us, I have no idea. He made a bunch of exaggerated stretches and made a show of prepping himself for the formidable adversary of the walker.
At this point, another secretary from another department came by to watch Tom along with the rest of us.
One dip.
Two dips.
On the third dip, with shaking arms, Tom tried to force himself back up noisily. A success!
On the fourth dip, it became clear that domination and victory would go to the walker. After much grunting and straining, Tom collapsed on the floor again and rolled onto his back in defeat with the sound of our laughter echoing through out the room.
Tom laughed as he got up and noticed the other secretary. "If anyone asks, I'm testing out how much the walker can take," he explained the other secretary who laughed.
After putting the walker away, Tom laughed at himself and shook his head before turning to Terrence. "You should have seen your face when I was going down. I wish I had a camera for that moment! All I could see as I was going down was your face, Terrance, and you had this look of utter disgust. I think I tore a muscle in my other arm."
Yes...this is what happens on Fridays. What else happens on Fridays? Oh you know, Tom coming over to announce with manly smugness he ordered flowers to be delivered right on Valentine's day and he has a coupon for anyone else who needs to order flowers. And that, he got tulips, because it looks more thoughtful when you get a woman their favorite flower instead of the stereotypical flowers. But, Kevin had to talk it over with his florist before he decided to buy any flowers. To this comment, Terrence was floored and apparently heard little of the rest of the conversation beyond Kevin having a personal florist.
Fridays seem like such a guy day at clinical. It's clear that the atmosphere is more relaxed and male orientated, if that's even possible. It makes life so much more interesting because somehow, I find that kind of male humor a lot more preferable to the stereotypical female one, where it's all about girly things. Maybe it's because I was never really that girly to begin with, but I enjoy it more than when I used to occasionally work with all women in x-ray. Banter is so much more fun.
Aside from the random male innuendos being tossed back and forth between each other, a Friday seems to go something like this.
While sitting in front of the console Friday morning, I noticed Tom running around the secretary office and the control console area, searching futilely for something. I asked him what he was looking for and he replied that he was searching for the x-acto knife. A huge package had been delivered earlier that day and was leaning against the doorway into the secretary office.
Unable to find the knife, Tom gives into Kevin and my suggestion of using a pair of scissors and preceeded to cut the box top off, drawing the blade towards himself rather than away, earning everyone's "WTF Tom, don't cut yourself" and at one point, he was cutting in the direction of Kevin, who plead to be spared from evisceration.
Pulling off the top of the box, Tom reached in with the rest of us watching on in anticipation. What could possibly be in such a large, though kind of flat, box?
Out he pulls is an MRI safe, aluminum walker, all nice and folded up flat. All of us are exclaiming in surprise, or at least on my part, as I didn't realize that they had ordered a walker.Tom leans the walker against the wall and looks into the box again, rifting through the extra packaging, apparently looking for a second walker because apparently it said that there was two items in the box, though Kevin pointed out that if the walker was that big, how could a second walker fit in that box, to which Tom replied with calling Kevin a "wise ass." But, as Kevin pointed out, "a wise ass is better than a dumb ass."
Unfolding the walker, Tom proceeded to test it out, hunching over and hobbling around the hallway between the secretary office and the MRI room. As he hobbled through the doorway into the MRI, he exclaimed moderately loud "Ahhhh!" and leaned against the walker to tip it over and fell down with it, and rolling over to the side, making all of us burst out laughing.
Brushing off the dirt and getting back onto his feet, Tom tested the walker to ensure it was MRI safe and then hobbled into the magnet room and around the control console room.
Glancing down at the walker, Tom braced his hands on either side of the walker. "I bet you an do dips on this." He shot a glance at Kevin, who was standing opposite of him and leaning against the counter. "I bet I can do more dips than you."
Kevin laughed.
Arms braced on either side in preparation and bending his knees that his feet weren't touching the floor, Tom lowered himself down, while telling Kevin that he had to go down to nipple level, to which Kevin replied with a "are you kidding?" (Tom is considerably shorter than Kevin). Tom pushed himself back up, grunting in the process. Arms shaking, he lowered himself one more time and visibly struggled to straightened his arms, much to everyone's amusement. For a third time, he lowered himself and tried to straighten his arms again with straining noises before he utterly collapsed onto the floor.
Everyone burst out laughing again as Tom climbed back onto his feet, stretching out his arms, complaining that he felt like he tore a pectoral muscle.
Unfortunately, Kevin fared no better than Tom, failing after two dips, though he didn't collapse in utter defeat.
Dawn, one of the secretaries, had come over to watch this display of manly competition. "So Tom, you're just going to let this end at a tie?"
Tom shook his head. "I don't know. I think I tore a muscle."
Dawn laughed. "I think you just don't want it bad enough."
After a few minutes of rest and the other people trying to goad me into doing dips (which according to Dawn and Kevin, I could probably do like 20 dips like nothing), Tom tackled the walker one more time. "I just have to want it bad enough," he explained, though whether this was to himself or to us, I have no idea. He made a bunch of exaggerated stretches and made a show of prepping himself for the formidable adversary of the walker.
At this point, another secretary from another department came by to watch Tom along with the rest of us.
One dip.
Two dips.
On the third dip, with shaking arms, Tom tried to force himself back up noisily. A success!
On the fourth dip, it became clear that domination and victory would go to the walker. After much grunting and straining, Tom collapsed on the floor again and rolled onto his back in defeat with the sound of our laughter echoing through out the room.
Tom laughed as he got up and noticed the other secretary. "If anyone asks, I'm testing out how much the walker can take," he explained the other secretary who laughed.
After putting the walker away, Tom laughed at himself and shook his head before turning to Terrence. "You should have seen your face when I was going down. I wish I had a camera for that moment! All I could see as I was going down was your face, Terrance, and you had this look of utter disgust. I think I tore a muscle in my other arm."
Yes...this is what happens on Fridays. What else happens on Fridays? Oh you know, Tom coming over to announce with manly smugness he ordered flowers to be delivered right on Valentine's day and he has a coupon for anyone else who needs to order flowers. And that, he got tulips, because it looks more thoughtful when you get a woman their favorite flower instead of the stereotypical flowers. But, Kevin had to talk it over with his florist before he decided to buy any flowers. To this comment, Terrence was floored and apparently heard little of the rest of the conversation beyond Kevin having a personal florist.
Fridays seem like such a guy day at clinical. It's clear that the atmosphere is more relaxed and male orientated, if that's even possible. It makes life so much more interesting because somehow, I find that kind of male humor a lot more preferable to the stereotypical female one, where it's all about girly things. Maybe it's because I was never really that girly to begin with, but I enjoy it more than when I used to occasionally work with all women in x-ray. Banter is so much more fun.