SeaCat
Hey, my Halo is smoking
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Got up this morning and had my usual coffee. Took my shower and dressed in my jeans. I was off to the hospital to do some paperwork and because the wife didn't care to go I was taking the bike.
The ride to the hospital was okay even though I seemed to hit every damned traffic light on the way. (Not to mention one of two Drawbridges.)
I got to work and parked the bike in the garage. Placing the helmet in the cargo box I shrugged out of my jacket while clipping my ID to my T-shirt. I carried the jacket with me, no place to hide it on the bike.
Inside I did the RSVP for a dinner for my wife and myself. (We are celebrating 5 years at the hospital even though we have actually been there 6 years.) I visited Security and got the parking sticker for the bike. Then I visited my unit to see what I was going to be dealing with tomorrow. Ouch!
We have a full house, 36 patients. We only have two Aides scheduled for tomorrow. (Myself and one other.) That's 18 patients each. Then as I was checking the work book here comes my boss. Seeing me she starts in on me.
I'm not in uniform. (It's my day off.) I don't have my hair tied back. (Again it's my day off.) Then she tells me that seeing as I'm on the floor I can fix several things. She has three beds that aren't working correctly as well as two Vital Signs Machines that are down. She is also having a problem with the Vacuume System in one of the rooms. I just look at her and ask her if she was willing for me to clock in before taking a look at these problems. She wasn't willing to have me clock in. (No surprise there.)
Then my boss sees my jacket draped across the back of one of the chairs. Understanding dawns on her. She asks me if I rode the bike in. When I told her I had she went into one of her tirades. She doesn't like bikes and has made that clear to me.
She informs me that she is going to approach the C.E.O. of the Hospital to have all staff banned from riding motorcycles. She doesn't feel they give the right impression to the patients and she feels that the risk of riding endangers the patient care. She is going on and on about this and I'm keeping my yap shut. She doesn't see the M.D.'s behind her at the Nurses Station, several of whom ride. Finally one of these M.D.'s came up ad cleared his throat before informing her that if she banned me from riding then she would be banning him and his friends from riding. She backed down.
I finished up in the hospitaland climbed back on the bike. I did the 11 mile ride back home in almost record time as all of the lights were in my favor. Getting home I parked the bike and went inside to change. I walked into the bedroom and something just didn't look right. It took e a couple of minutes to figure it out.
The damned bedroom door was hanging funny. When I looked at it I realised the screws for the top hing had pulled out of the door. (Looking at them I could understand why, they were all of 1/2 inch long.) Okay no sweat. I dug in my tool box and found the correct thickness screws, just a lot longer. (8x 1 1/2 inch) I re-attached the hinge then looking at the door realized another problem with it. The door had been hung with two hinges. Back to the tool box and supplies and I dug out a third hinge. It took me all of five minutes to put this into place.
Then my wife hits me with it. She needs to do some shopping. Okay I expected this. We climbed into the car and headed off to the local grocery store. We picked up several things including but not limited to a box of cigars and a bottle of Tequila. We also picked up several pounds of Hamburger as well as a bunch of Chicken. (Not to mention Frozen Veggies.) We also grabbed a dozen eggs and a pound of bacon. Now we were all set.
Once back home I cut up the bacon into small pieces and cooked it. When it was done I drained it as my wife cracked and beat all the eggs. These were added to the bacon along with some Hot Sauce. Once this was cooked I let it cool for a few minutes then divided it evenly among several containers. This is going to be my breakfast for the next several days. (It made four meals.) ($.73 a meal.) While we were doing this I also mixed some hamburger with some Garlic, Onion and Chipotle Pepper. (This was set to the side.) All of this was done by 1100.
Then I started to sweat. Our shed roof leaks. (This shed is where we have the washer and dryer.) I don't like it leaking. I have a gallon of Cold Patch so I clean off the roof and start painting it with the sealer. I put on not on, not two but three coats. This should seal it nicely. Then my wife comes up with an idea. Maybe I should do the same to the Trailer Roof. Stupidly I agree. Off to the local Home Depot I go to pick up several more gallons of the sealer. Back at home I pull on the knee pads then go up onto the roof. I clean off the roof and start painting.
Oh now this is starting to suck. It's getting warm, it's up to 83 degrees with the sun shining down on me. I'm painting the roof with this sealer and sweating up a storm. Slowly I move down the roof from one end to the other. My wife climbs up the ladder every now and then to hand me a bottle of water. I drain them quickly. I go through five gallons of water by the time I finish the roof. I'm hot, I'm covered with sweat and I smell like a three days dead goat. I climb down the ladder and head inside to grab a quick shower. Oh hiow nice that water feels streaming over my hide. When I finish my shower I get dressed again and wander into the living room. My wife looks at me with a sile on her face and tells me to take a break. I'm more than willing to do so. She even goes into the kitchen and gets me some cold lemonade. It's 1400 and I've already done a good days worth of work.
I take my break and cool off for a bit before thinking about what I want to do for the rest of the day. There is nothing left on the Honey-Do list so I decide to relax. How do I relax? I change back into my denims and take off on the bike for another ride.
Yes it's been a busy day but I got a lot done and I had fun.
Cat
The ride to the hospital was okay even though I seemed to hit every damned traffic light on the way. (Not to mention one of two Drawbridges.)
I got to work and parked the bike in the garage. Placing the helmet in the cargo box I shrugged out of my jacket while clipping my ID to my T-shirt. I carried the jacket with me, no place to hide it on the bike.
Inside I did the RSVP for a dinner for my wife and myself. (We are celebrating 5 years at the hospital even though we have actually been there 6 years.) I visited Security and got the parking sticker for the bike. Then I visited my unit to see what I was going to be dealing with tomorrow. Ouch!
We have a full house, 36 patients. We only have two Aides scheduled for tomorrow. (Myself and one other.) That's 18 patients each. Then as I was checking the work book here comes my boss. Seeing me she starts in on me.
I'm not in uniform. (It's my day off.) I don't have my hair tied back. (Again it's my day off.) Then she tells me that seeing as I'm on the floor I can fix several things. She has three beds that aren't working correctly as well as two Vital Signs Machines that are down. She is also having a problem with the Vacuume System in one of the rooms. I just look at her and ask her if she was willing for me to clock in before taking a look at these problems. She wasn't willing to have me clock in. (No surprise there.)
Then my boss sees my jacket draped across the back of one of the chairs. Understanding dawns on her. She asks me if I rode the bike in. When I told her I had she went into one of her tirades. She doesn't like bikes and has made that clear to me.
She informs me that she is going to approach the C.E.O. of the Hospital to have all staff banned from riding motorcycles. She doesn't feel they give the right impression to the patients and she feels that the risk of riding endangers the patient care. She is going on and on about this and I'm keeping my yap shut. She doesn't see the M.D.'s behind her at the Nurses Station, several of whom ride. Finally one of these M.D.'s came up ad cleared his throat before informing her that if she banned me from riding then she would be banning him and his friends from riding. She backed down.
I finished up in the hospitaland climbed back on the bike. I did the 11 mile ride back home in almost record time as all of the lights were in my favor. Getting home I parked the bike and went inside to change. I walked into the bedroom and something just didn't look right. It took e a couple of minutes to figure it out.
The damned bedroom door was hanging funny. When I looked at it I realised the screws for the top hing had pulled out of the door. (Looking at them I could understand why, they were all of 1/2 inch long.) Okay no sweat. I dug in my tool box and found the correct thickness screws, just a lot longer. (8x 1 1/2 inch) I re-attached the hinge then looking at the door realized another problem with it. The door had been hung with two hinges. Back to the tool box and supplies and I dug out a third hinge. It took me all of five minutes to put this into place.
Then my wife hits me with it. She needs to do some shopping. Okay I expected this. We climbed into the car and headed off to the local grocery store. We picked up several things including but not limited to a box of cigars and a bottle of Tequila. We also picked up several pounds of Hamburger as well as a bunch of Chicken. (Not to mention Frozen Veggies.) We also grabbed a dozen eggs and a pound of bacon. Now we were all set.
Once back home I cut up the bacon into small pieces and cooked it. When it was done I drained it as my wife cracked and beat all the eggs. These were added to the bacon along with some Hot Sauce. Once this was cooked I let it cool for a few minutes then divided it evenly among several containers. This is going to be my breakfast for the next several days. (It made four meals.) ($.73 a meal.) While we were doing this I also mixed some hamburger with some Garlic, Onion and Chipotle Pepper. (This was set to the side.) All of this was done by 1100.
Then I started to sweat. Our shed roof leaks. (This shed is where we have the washer and dryer.) I don't like it leaking. I have a gallon of Cold Patch so I clean off the roof and start painting it with the sealer. I put on not on, not two but three coats. This should seal it nicely. Then my wife comes up with an idea. Maybe I should do the same to the Trailer Roof. Stupidly I agree. Off to the local Home Depot I go to pick up several more gallons of the sealer. Back at home I pull on the knee pads then go up onto the roof. I clean off the roof and start painting.
Oh now this is starting to suck. It's getting warm, it's up to 83 degrees with the sun shining down on me. I'm painting the roof with this sealer and sweating up a storm. Slowly I move down the roof from one end to the other. My wife climbs up the ladder every now and then to hand me a bottle of water. I drain them quickly. I go through five gallons of water by the time I finish the roof. I'm hot, I'm covered with sweat and I smell like a three days dead goat. I climb down the ladder and head inside to grab a quick shower. Oh hiow nice that water feels streaming over my hide. When I finish my shower I get dressed again and wander into the living room. My wife looks at me with a sile on her face and tells me to take a break. I'm more than willing to do so. She even goes into the kitchen and gets me some cold lemonade. It's 1400 and I've already done a good days worth of work.
I take my break and cool off for a bit before thinking about what I want to do for the rest of the day. There is nothing left on the Honey-Do list so I decide to relax. How do I relax? I change back into my denims and take off on the bike for another ride.
Yes it's been a busy day but I got a lot done and I had fun.
Cat
