Just when you thought it was safe to stash the old bikini in the bottom drawer, it's chuffing 80º here today. I'm roasting in my rather tasteful cable knitwear. That'll teach me not to watch the weather forecast before leaving for work.
Having lived here for over a decade *breathe* I know this to be typical Thanksgiving weather. Nothing says let's roast a 18lb turkey in the oven for hours like it being over 100º outside.
I don't have anything of value to write about, and for that I apologize. I have so much work sitting on my desk, so many sheafs of paper that I'm thinking of executing a controlled burn. Nothing major, just a very localised inferno.
There is one refreshing thing about working where I do though, and that is just when you think you're so busy you're going nuts, you're reminded what it's really like to be losing your mind:
Case in point, I overheard this particular gem this morning.
Elderly Patient: What's the date please?
Receptionist: It's the 13th
Elderly Patient: Of?
Receptionist: Of? Oh, November
Elderly Patient: And the year?
4 comments:
that's some intense dialogue!!!
oh my, that's really rather sad. My grandmother is 85 and she often forgets what day of the week it is or what number of the month.. but she's never asked me to confirm the month or year.
Ali - you've been randomly tagged. Please see my blog for directions to play along. Peace.
hahaha! 'and the year?' hahahaha!
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