So while A-Dawg is updating us from the offices of his new job and brand new computer (laptop really), I figured I would do a post on what life has been like these past couple of the days in the office without him.
It's dark, bitter cold, and smells like death... no no just kidding! It's been a lot more quiet, which is totally fine. It will take some getting used to for me, but it's all good. I've been keeping myself busy by watching 2-3 episodes of my shows. I figured it would be better for me not to watch them at home when they air, that way I can keep myself busy during these long 8hr days. I've also started my fourth summer book ... yay! I feel like it's gonna take me the rest of the summer to read because it's like 700 pages, but it's supposed to be a good book. Curious? It's called The Book of Basketball. Obviously, it's about basketball and random basketball facts/stories. It's for the true basketball fans out there. *not naming any names* hehe
I also went to see the doctor yesterday. I really hate doctor's offices. Now those places really smell like death. Don't worry though, I'm fine. It was one of those you're going on 2 major trips in a couple weeks, and the parentals want to make sure you're good to go, type of things. And I can proudly say I am good to go. However, for those of you who don't know me that well, one of my biggest fears is of needles. I absolutely hate them. Want to know why I hate going to the doctor? Every single f#!@ing time I go there, the man has to stick a needle in me. For this appointment, I strategically scheduled it late in the afternoon so that if he said I needed to get blood work done, I didn't have to do that same day because I hadn't fasted. That means I could give myself a couple days to mentally prepare. Genius right? Nope WRONG! Apparently because I haven't had cholesterol problems in the past, it was totally fine to do a blood test. Yippee! SIKE.This is where the story gets scary -- I went next door to get the blood work done. Again, the room smelled like death, but with a little hint of blood. The receptionist was pretty nice. So she sent me to the back to Room #3 (not a good number) and I sat there while I waited for my blood-man. Now the area I was sitting in was across from the room where they actually run all the tests on the tubes of blood. And the guy in the room was doing just that. While sitting in that god-awful chair for what seemed like forever, I was watching this guy run his tests and I'm thinking to myself "please don't let this guy be the guy that draws my blood". (Side note: yes I have preferences with who draws my blood because I'm so mortified with the process, I need to be comfortable with the person...DUH) And what do you know? Yup, this guy was my guy. Shit. When he came over to section, I told him I needed to tell him two things...1) I'm afraid of needles and 2) Can I have the butterfly needle? (For those of you not familiar with the butterfly needle -- it's a lot less intimidating than the normal needle they use, it's in the shape of a blue butterfly, and it doesn't hurt as bad as a normal needle). Well this asshole was like "well let me tell you that we don't have any more butterfly needles". I thought he was joking. I was like you're joking. He had that look on his face that screamed "hey I know you're scared right now so I'm just gonna fuck with you to make you even more scared" ... he wasn't joking about not having any butterfly needles. I've never gotten blood drawn by the normal "big" people needle, so by now I was just in panic mode. And so I'm telling him like there's no way you don't have the butterfly needle. And he's like "Well I don't know what you want me to do, I've been doing this for 12 years, it's gonna be fine". Long story short, I sucked it up, almost cried, and was speechless after. Literally. After, he asked if I was okay, and I had been choking up so I couldn't talk. I just nodded my head. It was awful. Now I have to look at this damn hole in my arm for the next week, and just pray that it doesn't bruise.
What I've never been able to understand is why the F#@! do they need to draw 3 damn containers with blood. There's no way you need THAT much blood to run your tests. One test tube should be enough. You know what? No. Actually, why can't we use blood from any other part of the body? I've seen CSI, I see what they do with little droplets of blood they find. Why can't I make my finger bleed (note: it's been bleeding for like the past two days) and make them just cotton swab that shit? Come on now. It's ridiculous. There are other people in the world that are afraid of needles. We need to figure out a way to work around this whole sticking needles in people's veins thing.
Anyways, I guess this practically just shows that life is still somewhat miserable without A-Dawg. Oh well. Here's a quote from The Office that expresses my feelings about A-Dawg leaving ...
What is the single most important thing for a company? Is it the building? Is it the stock? Is it the turnover? It's the people. The *people*. My proudest moment here wasn't when I increased profits by 17%, or cut expenditure without losing a single member of staff. No, no, no, no. It was a young Guatamalan guy, first job in the country, hardly spoke a word of English, but he came to me and he went "Mr. Scott, will you be the Godfather to my child?" Wow. *Wow.* Didn't work out in the end. We had to let him go. He sucked. 
No comments:
Post a Comment