Now I'm not really one to complain...

OK so I'm sitting here at work today and there's an pretty excessive amount of construction going on above my head. This is nothing new, since we happen to be one of the few New York Hospitals with a good amount of money (knock on wood) we are constantly trying to imrove and expand. Anyway back to the drilling... so this jackhammer, drill, whatever above me seems to hav scared up some little friends and by little I mean only slightly smaller than me, and by frineds I mean disgusting waterbugs... that's right in a beautifully remodled healing facility in my own office I'm being invaded by an army of waterbugs. Best way to describe waterbugs to someone who's never been to Brooklyn? Cockroaches.... that fly. Yeah that sounds fantastic doesn't it.

so as if its not enough for me to be running around the office with a can of air freshener, any aerosol product becomes bug spray to me don't know why... in the DR I attacked a cockroach the size of Wee Man with a can of Tag (he didn't die, but I couldn't keep the women off him), screaming for Allah and spinning in a circle trying to create some space between me and THEM this happens... (I think that was the longest run on sentence of my writing life... go me)

I exit my office to get my 3rd iced coffee of the day... so much for the week and a half without them and lo and behold there is a piece of squished, human feces outside my door. No I should tell you that one of the departments I run is the receiving department and just because I'm so luck my office happens to be located right off the receiving dock. Because of this fact grabage, corpses and biohazard waste (aka blood, shit and piss) are transported by my office all day long. Blood I can deal with but this was kinda ridiculous. Needless to say I had it removed but my hankering for a hunk hunka burning iced coffee was destroyed... thereby destroying any hope I had of getting the shakes... woah is me... or as Joey from Blossom say... "WOAH..." and nothing more.

First Day Back Blues

So I just returned from a week in the Dominican republic and I have to be honest, the only day longer than the one before you leave for vacation has to be the first day back from vacation... emails are out of control, phone messages and crap people just left lying around because you weren't there to make a decision on it are almost intolerable... I mean come on people... its a hospital, some things can't wait.

Anyway I've decided the easiest way to cure these blues is to begin planning my next trip... so I have something to look foward to... haven't decided where yet, but I'm thinking Guam... we'll see what happens... toodles.

How is nothing done about this?

Actual Photo of LPGA golfer Christie Kerr and the trophy she won last year for.... no not that. For winning a golf tournament. I love it.

Here's an idea

If you are going to comment on my blog... do me a favor and sign in. The last thing that anonymous wrote that anyone gave a shit about had something to do with Jesus and some footprints... since then he, she or it has been producing pretty lame shit... including what was on here. How unoriginal is the pot calling the kettle? Anywho I deleted it, because it sucked... but to recap... yes I do have a muffintop and in regards to the anatomy that is directly below it I'm guessing the muffin's flavor is banana nut. Weight can be lost but bad punctuation and unoriginality is forever. Plus had you signed in I'm sure there are some shortcomings of your own that I could probably point out... shit I could probably do a whole posting on them... but alas only cowardice is uglier than unoriginalty. So enjoy your chuckle at my expense. At 9:04 in the fucking morning you have nothing better to do then read a post I wrote like 3 months ago? You should probably either stop blowing lines until the sun comes up and get a job, or get a job where you have at least SOMETHING to do when you first get there. Come on man/madame try to matter.

P.S. In the future remember commas never hurt anyone, nor have capital letters. Happy PCP.

How uncomfortable is this?

Man I'm watching this show last night and this TV reporter hires a company to pose as 15 or 16 year old girls on the internet and lure men of various ages to this house in the middle of nowhere to "take her virginity". Then when the guys show up there is a young looking girl in the driveway that waves them inside. This is where the fun begins. All of a sudden when they arrive inside the girl is in the other room and says..." Make yourself at home." So the guy ushers himself up to the bar and starts talking to the girl, "hey nice house" or "man it took a while to get up here". Then from the other side of the room... John Stossol or one of those reporters just walks in sits down nesxt to the guy and is like "Hey how's it going". The guys just look confused and start to have the most uncomfortable conversations in the world. They're like what are you doing here and of course this one guy is just the greatest he's like... "Just looking to hang out" Dude you are like 45 in the house of a "16" year old virging (yeah like those exsist anymore) and you just want to hang out?

The next question is priceless... he looks the guy dead in the eye and says... "Do you have condoms on you?" So the guy says yes and then of course there is the debate of why this guy has condoms and so forth... but that part was actually kind of dull...

Then there is the most uncomfortable and in my opinion most entertaining part of the show... they read a transcript of this guys perverted chat he was having with this "girl" to him. Totally unedited except for expletives of course. Man you want to talk about good TV. Made me wish I still smoked pot... that would've been hysterical.

So in conclusion to this whole thing... at the end of everything... they let the guys go. Just let em walk out the door. Lesson learned I guess. Fucking John Walsh would never do such a thing. For shame ABC for shame.