Quicker Isn't Always Better

I should know better.

I really should.

In between working at two hospitals today, I thought I would save time and grab a quick lunch to eat in the car on the way back to my office. Throwing caution to the wind, I decide to be "bad" and pull into a local A&W. Going inside to order, I puruse the menu and decide on the Teenburger Meal.

"Fries or onion rings?" asks the elderly woman behind the till.

I'm brave: "Rings, please. Oh, and iced tea instead of root beer."

Thump. A bag INSTANTLY appears on the counter.... really. In just seconds. I am unsure whether to be impressed or afraid.

Looking around, I realise I am the only one in line. This has to be mine. I open it up and yes, a burger and onion rings, ketchup AND napkins are all inside.

Now this is where I made my big mistake: I pay for my meal, pick up the drink and greasy bag and I leave.

At the first red light my grumbling stomach succumbs to the aroma of fried sinfulness. I take a bite of the burger, which, by the way, looks NOTHING like the Teenburgers on TV. Or in their coupon ads. Mouth full of soggy bun and lukewarm patty, I swiftly come to the conclusion that yes, I SHOULD have been afraid. Even the bacon tasted "off".

So much for lunch. Back in the bag it goes, along with the onion rings I now have no appetite for.

I sip on the iced tea.

Yes, I should have known better. And saved myself $ 8.50 to boot.

NOT what a real Teenburger looks like

Gad, I Love Being A Geek

I am so lucky. I have the best job ever. Being the department computer geek is lots of fun.

I have an excuse to wear jeans every day:
"Got to climb under desks, carry printers, that sort of stuff, you know."

I can surf the web:
"Yes, in fact I AM researching Comics.com for web design tips."

I get techie toys:
"Check out my new Palm Pilot and USB Data Traveller!"

Sure, the doctors at work save lives, but *I* can get their e-mail to work (and let me tell you, the way some panic, you'd THINK it was a life or death situation).

But the best part of all, is that half the time I frankly luck out...
Really.

I simply have learned NOT to look more surprised than they are when I actually fix something.

Cat-In-A-Box

Bring home a box, and in seconds you have this:


Then this:


And this:


Note to self: next time, bring home TWO boxes....

Workmates

I've been told by more than one person that my new office looks more like a home... they don't realise how true that is; not only do I have a zoo at my house, I have extended my pet ownership to work. I have a 5 gallon aquarium on my bookshelf:


And a beta on my desk:


Bringing them in and setting them up was an experience I don't want to repeat.
Of course I HAD to choose one of the coldest days this winter to bring in the beta. It was a stat holiday that I had to come in for a few hours, but luckily everyone else was away. "Perfect!" I thought.

I carefully drive to work, a triple-bagged fish keeping warm inside my winter coat. Getting out of the car when I arrive, I feel a cool breeze shoot up the inside of my wrap. Thinking it's just winter's frosty bite, I continue to walk across the street to my building, waddling and holding my "belly" like an expectant mom.

I soon realise that something's wrong. Once inside the warm building I am brave enough to open my coat to reveal my entire front soaked in fish water.

Yup. Three bags... all leaking. Geez.

"Well, at least no one is around to see my embarrasing state" I think.

Wrong.

Doctors.

At work.

In their offices... on call.

One asks me to come over. I hide my "accident" with a file folder strategically placed in front of my crotch.

And spend the rest of the day hiding in my office until I dry off.