May 18
I know I said that I didn't really want to talk about work on my page anymore, but I have to hand-to-god, honest conversations to share with you, then, I have a two part startling confession. THEN, I'm going to sleep.
At Work I:
Boss: Sooo... is Nick going to be around on Saturday?
Dana: Yes.
B: He's going to be around all weekend?
Dana : Yep.
B: Sunday too?
Dana: I'm going to be in the HOSPITAL on our anniversary!!!!!! We're celebrating this weekend.
B: So, he's there all weekend?
At Work II:
Boss: Say. What time do you have to be at the hospital on Tuesday? Is your
surgprocedure in the morning?Dana: They told me to be there at 7:30, so yeah.
B: Huh. Well, okay then. Guess I can't ask you to...
The question I asked myself while walking out of the office was this: If my
surgprocedure was scheduled for say 11:00 or 12, would he have wanted me to come IN first? Maybe just go from work and hoof it over to the hospital and admit myself?("Family, I have to do some stuff at work first!! Meet me outside of the radiology suite!!") Perhaps do some errands on the way? Hang a flyer? Drop off a grant? The hell????
A Startling Confession in Two Parts:
I:
I LOVE America's Next Top Model. If it was on 7 hours a night, I would watch it for 7 hours a night. If they rerun a season, I'll watch it, back to back like a zombie, never leaving my chair to eat or shower or go to the bathroom. I can't explain my love. It's not something I can justify, it just is, like Fresca being refreshing. It Just IS.
II:
I adore Tyra Banks. Apparently, people can't stand her. I don't care. I want her to be my friend. I want to curl up with her under a blanket and tell her secrets and talk about boys. I want to be friend enough to her to tell her that having pink hair is not the best look for her, but we'd be such great friends, she wouldn't even GET MAD. Tyra, honey, call me. We'll do lunch!!!!
the other day - home - email - soon