eightwednesday (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} eightwednesday) wrote,@ 2008-04-18 21:35:00 |
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The News From Fifth Avenue
1. Someone ran a red light in California and the result of it is a totaled, black 2002 Miata--oh right, yes, my car. Thank you dude, because a 20-something workaholic who's too busy to get laid nearly enough really doesn't need a car that's better than sex to drive. On the bright side, the insurance settlement is enough to replace it with an only slightly older Miata with very similar mileage, oh, and of course, it's also in my favorite color. I'm sad about the loss of Little Black Sexy, but hopefully we shall move on with Little Blue Sexy.
2. I was working over in Montefiore Hospital today, in the oldest wing of the current hospital, in a tiny, crowded conference room (formerly x-ray room) when I noticed the carpet was wet and the water seemed to be originating from inside a bathroom that hadn't been used in a decade. Then when I went to get ESS to do their jobs and clean it up while waiting for maintenance they pretty much told me to go to hell. Maintenance never came--that was one moldy, muggy, shithole to work in this afternoon. If I told everyone what I was doing I'd confirm everyone's suspicions that I'm the biggest tool in the world so I'm not yet ready for that.
3. I passed EMT class, which was totally badass. The next day I was walking to my office and I ran into the course instructor outside of BST3 on Fifth. It was kind of funny.
4. I went to closing convocation at Chatham wearing a rescue helmet as my tutorial hat. I believe I had the heaviest hat of everyone there, but it was super badass and a lot of people took pictures and the chief of police at Chatham and I had a very awesome conversation spawning from my choice in headwear. My neck still hurts pretty seriously from wearing it for two and a half hours without a break.
5. Emily was in town last weekend. We had many adventures. I have made strange acquaintance with a US-40 sign as well as with Emily's Sentra--which never felt like it was going 70 when indeed I was driving 15 over. Oh well.
6. Birthday is near! Commencement is near! An uncertain future is near! Oh dear! The sky is falling! The sky is falling!
1. Someone ran a red light in California and the result of it is a totaled, black 2002 Miata--oh right, yes, my car. Thank you dude, because a 20-something workaholic who's too busy to get laid nearly enough really doesn't need a car that's better than sex to drive. On the bright side, the insurance settlement is enough to replace it with an only slightly older Miata with very similar mileage, oh, and of course, it's also in my favorite color. I'm sad about the loss of Little Black Sexy, but hopefully we shall move on with Little Blue Sexy.
2. I was working over in Montefiore Hospital today, in the oldest wing of the current hospital, in a tiny, crowded conference room (formerly x-ray room) when I noticed the carpet was wet and the water seemed to be originating from inside a bathroom that hadn't been used in a decade. Then when I went to get ESS to do their jobs and clean it up while waiting for maintenance they pretty much told me to go to hell. Maintenance never came--that was one moldy, muggy, shithole to work in this afternoon. If I told everyone what I was doing I'd confirm everyone's suspicions that I'm the biggest tool in the world so I'm not yet ready for that.
3. I passed EMT class, which was totally badass. The next day I was walking to my office and I ran into the course instructor outside of BST3 on Fifth. It was kind of funny.
4. I went to closing convocation at Chatham wearing a rescue helmet as my tutorial hat. I believe I had the heaviest hat of everyone there, but it was super badass and a lot of people took pictures and the chief of police at Chatham and I had a very awesome conversation spawning from my choice in headwear. My neck still hurts pretty seriously from wearing it for two and a half hours without a break.
5. Emily was in town last weekend. We had many adventures. I have made strange acquaintance with a US-40 sign as well as with Emily's Sentra--which never felt like it was going 70 when indeed I was driving 15 over. Oh well.
6. Birthday is near! Commencement is near! An uncertain future is near! Oh dear! The sky is falling! The sky is falling!
