Lame

So I haven't really been up to much since my last posts. Just a lot of walkin' around, lookin' around.

Something of note that happened this week was that the cops towed a car that was in our parking lot, and then proceeded to ask everyone in our apartment building (and some other houses up the street) if we've seen random kids, teens or thugs around the car at weird hours. Aside from the car simply being there, I didn't have any info on it.

It's weird being questioned by the cops. It's like I was thinking that I should act like I have nothing to do with the car when I really didn't have anything to do with the car. So I essentially have to act as if I'm not acting. How did I accomplish this? Naturally, I paused the interview in mid sentence, went to the kitchen, grabbed an apple and then proceeded to eat it for the remainder of the conversation.

I thought it would make me look more nonchalant and innocent. I felt if this didn't sell me as an authentic character, I'd have to pull out the big guns: Bananas and/or cantaloupes.

I spent the rest of the day getting ready for my Fri., Sat., Sun. block at work.

I think the most melo times at the hospital are weekends, day or night. On weekdays, the building is constantly buzzing with blood people, porters, lab nerds, physiotherapists, doctors and nurses (of course) and families. But when weekends roll around, the building clears out entirely. Sometimes it feels like the people on your unit are the only ones in the hospital at that point. Today was especially empty. Even when I went outside for some "fresh air" during my breaks, there wasn't a soul around.

The day itself wasn't too bad. Did a successful blood draw on an old lady (first try). This seems mundane, but poking into a vein on an old person is not the easiest thing in the world. Otherwise, the patients were in good shape for the most part, and not too needy. Regardless, the planned 20 minute power nap after work turned into an hour long partial coma.

Got up at 9ish, and I had to double time it to the crappy laundromat close to my house. Probably the worst one in town. Super expensive, no way to get coins, the driers are completely worthless... the list goes on. The concentration of crap however ensures that there is always a machine available.

Regardless, I had to resort to only drying half of my batch, as there was only an hour before closing time. Just the scrubs for tomorrow, and some socks. Because frankly, when your facing numerous raunchy smells all day, breaking your back, cleaning wounds, wiping bottoms, etc., the pleasant country fresh smell and feeling you can only get with No-Name fabric softeners can really save your afternoon.

Saturday night laundry trips. Who's with me?