I think it's safe to say that I'm glad this week is over. We had 21 admissions at work this week (and I'm the supervisor until the fulltime supervisor gets back next week) and my hand is ready to fall off.
I'm looking forward to my three-day weekend with absolutely no plans at all.
I can't think of Mardi Gras without thinking of the horrendous train wreck that was Thou Shalt Not.
So my right fourth finger has been hurting since I fell on it last month (remember? I got the Wii Fit and all of a sudden developed horrible balance). I finally got around to asking the x-ray guy at work if he could take a few shots and let me know what he thought. No visible fracture, which is a relief. But man, it hurts when I've been writing or washing my hands - you know, the things I have to do all the time. I can't even crack the knuckle (at all!), which is probably a healthy thing. No idea why it's still sore, but I'm glad it isn't broken.
Luckily it was an relatively uneventful night at work, so we were able to watch most of the Oscars on the TV in our dayroom. I'm delighted for Slumdog (one of the few nominated movies I saw), and for Sean Penn, who I thought was classy. I thought the big musical number in the middle was atrocious, and shame on Baz Luhrman and Hugh Jackman and Beyonce for doing it. Horrible.
And now I need to go see Milk and Doubt and Frost/Nixon. I wish I had a day off - maybe over next weekend when I have no plans.
I belong to the Associated Press Credit Union (and have since 1995, when I worked there) - they have my Visa card. Well, they merged with another credit union, and I got a letter that I need to either close the Visa acct, or apply to have it transferred to their new system. I need to call them up, because a) I'm bankrupt and worried about applying for a transfer and b) they want you to have a minimum balance of $250 in your credit union acct. That isn't a problem (I have only $100 there now), except that I have no idea how to access the account. They have a website, but I don't have a PIN number that I know of. I haven't touched that account in literally years.
later on 2/20/09
The best news of the day - my Yankees season ticket invoice arrived in the mail! And I paid it! My seats are actually about the same as where they were last year, a few rows higher up, but on the aisle. I have to figure out when the other two games in the plan are - it's the 13 Friday night games plus two weekday games. I'm very happy with the seats! Thank god they didn't stick me out in the outfield or something. And the best part is, they're under the frieze overhang, so when it rains every single Friday night during the season, I won't get as wet.
I can't wait to boo A-Rod in the new place.
Got the Phillies tix, for a game against the Dodgers in May (Torre!) and a game against the Astros in September (Aaron Boone!).
In one more month, I'll be home from vacation. That's kind of sad. I'm really looking forward to getting away and being somewhere (hopefully) warm. I am packing my bathing suit.
I had the weirdest dream last night, that I was in the city, and kept running into people I knew on the street. That isn't so weird, I suppose, since it happens all the time, but this was like six or seven people that I ran into, all right after one another.
Speaking of people in the city, check it out: Maggie from Marie's Crisis is on the front page of the Times today! It's a photo essay, so you can see what my favorite haunt looks like. There are also shots of Jim and Dexter on piano.
The Story of My Life, which Jen, Missy and I saw last week, got panned by the Times. Well, maybe "panned" is too harsh a word. But Ben Brantley, who I ususally don't agree with, didn't care for it.
I watched part of the Rangers/Islanders hockey game on TV - I say "part of" because I fell asleep during the third period. I hope the live game that I'm going to in Phoenix is more exciting.
Phillies single-game tix go on sale tomorrow. Going to pick up a pair or two, since that's an easy roadtrip (if you don't go sailing past the exit, like we did last season) and a great ballpark. Still no word from the Yankees on the season tix (tho I read that they're busy screwing the plan B folks out of good seats right now, so they haven't gotten around to plan F yet).
I stole this link from Tesse: listen to the president of the United States, Barack Obama, curse like a mofo.
A-Rod's going to face the media tomorrow (the real media, not the "Peter Gammons set-up-by-ESPN sit-down-interview media") - and then the 2009 Yankees circus can begin. I just find it hard to believe that he says he used steroids only between 2001 and 2003 with the Rangers. So, no, he didn't use them in Seattle, where apparently steroid use was rampant in the late 90's. And then he signed the huge contract in Texas, and only THEN started to use steroids? And he didn't use them in NYC, with the huge media presence and pressure to perform? I just can't believe that timeline.
I do know, however, that he never used steroids in the post-season. That much is obvious.
Ooh, The Dark Knight was dark. And creepy. But Christian Bale - fantastic. Heath Ledger, just creepy. Two questions tho: 1: if Gotham is supposed to be NYC, why was so much of it obviously shot in Chicago? and 2: why not just hire William H. Macy, instead of having Gary Oldman do his best Macy-meets-Ned-Flanders impression?
Now I have to watch The Prestige again, for some Christian Bale and Michael Caine (and bonus Hugh Jackman).
In preparation for Vegas, I stayed up late playing Spanish 21. My eyes were bleary, I was losing fake money, and the dealer kept hitting 20 or 21. It's just like real life, except that the money will be real.
Today was a good day - Tesse came down and we did the Jersey thing of going to the mall. We went to Menlo Park, because Nordstrom's has shoes in her size. Unfortunately, we couldn't find anything worthwhile (well, she did find one pair, but they were pricy). I managed to spend the Nordstrom's gift card that I've been carrying around since the holidays (on two nice buttondown shirts that aren't too short for me (long torso - shirts too small all the time)), and a pair of plain black heels that are nicer than the ones I have now. I hope I can walk in them.
And Mom made this new paella recipe that gets a big thumbs-up from me. And from the cats, who kept sniffing around the table, saying, "chicken? shrimp? sausage?" Delicious.
I'm catching up on my Batman. Watched Batman Begins, because I'd never seen it. And it has Christian Bale in form-fitting black bat suit. And Michael Caine. And Morgan Freeman. And Liam Neeson. Can't go wrong there. Next up is The Dark Knight.
Happy Friday the 13th. Instead of going to the city, I did my own nails (as soon as they dry, I can pick off the "extra" bits that get on my skin), and went to see Slumdog Millionaire. I enjoyed it. I have no idea when the Oscars are, but at least I can say I saw some of the nominated pictures this year.
It's officially Spring - pitchers and catchers are reporting as we speak to Phoenix and Tampa. Of course, it's still a balmy 36 degrees here. In related news, I had no idea they now make an SPF 70 sunscreen. I chose the SPF 50, because I do want to pick up some color, and not return from vacation looking like my usual "walking corpse" color. I found the spray-on stuff, too, which I really like, it's not as streaky as the regular stuff. I'll be bringing both on vacation(s), tho.
I booked the Grand Canyon trip for my trip to Vegas - like I said, now that my Visa bill is paid off, time to charge something big to it. If the World Baseball Classic games in San Diego were starting on Friday instead of Sunday, I would have managed to get out there. I'd love to see a game at Petco Park. But somehow I think the Grand Canyon will be more visually stunning. I just have a feeling.
Of course, one of the reasons I'm single is that I work such odd hours, and have no problem with picking up a double shift when someone calls out. Like last night. Right now (midnight on late Thurs night), I'm just exhausted. Too tired to even get on the Wii.
A-Rod dead at 33 and other great stories from The Onion are just a click away.
I'm thinking about a run to the city tomorrow (three day weekend, yay) to get my nails and brows done. I need a girly day after this week at work. Plus, my Visa bill is paid off again, and what better way to stimulate the economy by finding something to buy?
Go - check it out. I'm in this week's issue of Time Out New York. Of course, I unsubscribed last year, so I'll have to make it to the store and find a print copy, but for now, the online edition works.
Oh wait, this is my "not surprised" face: A-Rod admits to steroid use. I'm sorry, Alex, but "I was young and needed the money" isn't an excuse in major league baseball. I didn't like him all that much to start with, but this seals the deal.
OK, enough about A-Rod. Gotta go get on the Wii.
A long day - and I didn't have any caffeine, which led to me having a massive headache and almost falling asleep on the train.
I was going to catch the 1.24pm train to the city to meet up with Jen at Penn Station, but her train was running 45 minutes late, so I caught the 2.24pm instead. While I was waiting for her at Penn (outside the bathrooms, because there is nothing better than hanging around sketchy train station bathrooms), some guy came up and asked where "the big, famous bar" is. I directed him to Grand Central.
It was fantastic to see Jen again, and we immediately did one of our favorite thing - go to the LUSH store and buy yummy, smelly goodies. They sell these luscious bath bombes that leave a disgusting rim around the tub and usually floating pieces of rose petals and confetti, too, so I tend to avoid those ones since I hate to rinse out the tub. Jen had the bright idea - buy them, and take them on vacation, to someone else's tub. So i did.Since we had an hour to kill before meeting Missy for dinner on the UWS, we hopped the 1 train up to 66th St, and walked over to the Park for a bit. Central Park is beautiful in the snow (and no people!), but it was awfully cold, so we ducked into the restaurant (Cafe des Artistes) a little early to wait for Missy. While it is indeed "restaurant week", Cafe des Artistes does a prix-fixe dinner special all year round. We were all thinking the same thing, and had the delicious butternut squash soup (you could taste the heavy cream!) and the pappardelle pasta with mushrooms and truffle oil. Mmm.
The show that Will's doing - The Story of My Life didn't thrill any of us. And I was getting antsy because of the aforementioned headache. After the show, we stopped in to see Will, and then I hopped the train back home. And nearly fell asleep on it.
But it was so nice to have a girls night out.
Happy birthday, Peter. I sent birthday wishes via Facebook yesterday, because I have obviously no idea what day it is anymore.
We watched Varekai out of the Cirque du Soleil kit. Man, I am still so amazed - and more so with this one because I had watched The Fire Within - the "making of" series from Bravo that was about the making of this show. Cirque is doing a touring show (Kooza) that's coming through NYC this Spring, so Mom and I picked up tickets to see it. It's at Randall's Island, where I've never actually been, so I'll have to grab the directions when it gets a little closer.
Finished the Joe Torre book. Other than the aforementioned testicle thing, there wasn't anything in there that shocked me. There really wasn't. I'm waiting for Derek Jeter to write a tell-all memoir, then I'll be shocked.
I'm excited for tomorrow - Jen's coming down from MA, and she, Missy and I are doing dinner and then seeing Will's new show, The Story of My Life. It'll be nice to have a girl's night out and I haven't seen Jen since she had Audrey. I have to figure out (and quick) if I'm taking the train or driving in. It might be easier to take the train, altho I'm not sure where we're meeting up or what time!
Back to work today - I need to talk to the HR woman about two days in April that I need off - one of them I think I can just switch to work another day during the week, but I'll have to use a vacation or sick or personal day for the other, or maybe I can work a day on my "off weekend" in exchange. Gotta talk to her tomorrow and figure it out. When's Easter? I think we have a holiday day around there, maybe I can use that for one of the days off.
I'm trying to save my remaining vacation days for September - Kati's wedding is the weekend of the 5th, and Missy's is two weeks later. Both are weekends I'm scheduled to work, so I need to take them both off.
I nearly spent the day working - I had told them yesterday to call if they needed me. But by the time I rolled out of bed (didn't sleep well last night) and looked at my phone and called the HR woman, they had already found someone to cover the shift. So I followed through on my earlier plan to do nothing.
The Joe Torre book came today, and instead of waiting to take it on vacation, I'm reading it today. So far, the scariest revelation comes on page 132, where Roger Clemens's pre-game ritual of soaking in a scalding hot whirlpool, followed by having the trainers rub hot liniment oil all over his body, including his testicles, is revealed. That's just sick. But that's Roger. And I don't know if it's scarier that it was done at all, or that he had someone else do it for him. Oh, Roger. I still love you, weird pre-game ritual or not.
The most amusing parts are in the index - with entries like, "Pavano, injuries of."
The Cirque du Soleil anniversary set came, too, maybe I'll watch some of that later on, to get my mind off Roger.
Yesterday, I drove to work with the top down on the convertible. Today, we got six inches of snow. It started this morning and stopped right before I left work. It was absolutely beautiful to look at while it was coming down, but a pain to scrape off the car and drive home in.
We have a patient who might have this weird procedure done, and I had never heard of it. So I was asking coworker Kristin, and she said, "You know what? I know what that is. I learned about it on Gray's Anatomy." See? Nursing school was a waste - just watch prime time TV and you'll learn so much more! Just last night, I learned all about ectopic endometriosis on House.
I'm off tomorrow (this is my weird work Mon-Tues-Thurs week), and I have no idea what to do with the day off.
My Wii Fit "age" is down to 27. I rule. I'm sure tomorrow it'll be back up to 48 or something like that.
later on 2/1/09
Oh boo, the Cardinals should have won. Just because they have Kurt Warner.
OK, football season is over. Now it's time for pitchers and catchers to report - 13 more days!
Time to curl up on the couch with a sub and watch the Super Bowl. I've actually seen more than one football game on TV this year, which is a new record.
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