Saturday, February 11, 2006
He had to remove two sets of doors. The grunting could be heard downstairs in the breezeway.
I asked the Short Haired Receptionist, "So, can I hit it just one more time?"
She hopped slightly in her chair and told me to shoosh. "The guys right there!"
"I don't care. That Vending Machine From Hell owes me $1.40."
"Is that what you call it?"
"When I clean it up, sure."
The Vending Machine From Hell was over seven feet tall, black and sleek with a digital readout from the 70's. It had the spiral wiring that spun around when you selected your item.
And every time I was jonesing for a bag of Cheez-Itz, the wire would stop just moments before allowing my dinner to meet it's destiny in the bottom bin.
Bam! Bam! Bam! went my skinny little fists. Sometimes others would hear and they would enter the kitchen and join my cause.
"Lets see if we can rock it," shouted our Stream of Consciousness Engineeer.
"Then lets roll it so we can start our own music company."
The silence premeates the room as I laugh all alone on the inside.
We grabbed both corners of the Vending Machine From Hell and tried to move it ever so slightly to jostle my 70 cent snack, but it just hung there as if unsure as to whether to succumb to it's eventual demise.
"I guess you could buy another one." The Stream of Consciousness Engineer wandered out as I noticed the Cheez-Itz dangling back and forth, uncertain and scared.
Luck, much like my change, had run out.
The Short Haired Receptionist sent out an e-mail asking what our top three snacks and beverages would be for the New Manic Depressant Vending Machine Goddess.
The following is how I responded, fully aware that she could take a sense of humor. You have to be careful in today's Politically Volatile Workplace:
Here are my fantastically overrated requests for the new the manic depressant New Vending Machine that, in the end, will probably break my heart.
I'm hopeful I'll be able to start off my relationship with the New Vending Machine without cursing like a sailor or banging on it like a boxer when it steals my valuable and hard earned change.
The Official Stacy Top 3 Beverage Requests:
1. Coca-Cola (the best beverage ever created my mankind)
2. Cherry Coca-Cola (like #1, only Cherryer)
3. Diet Wild Cherry Pepsi (it's like cherry flavored battery acid, but there's no calories. Or 1 stinkin' calorie, I can't remember...)
The Official Stacy Top 3 Snack Requests:
1. Lays Potato Chips (I can't eat just one, and I don't want to)
2. Cheez-Itz (I just want to tell others to "get their own bag")
3. Chex Mix (traditional, not those other weird combo's they make...yuck)
I would also like to request that the New Vending Machine talk to me in a sexy female voice and finish the transaction with useless positive sayings like, "You're so handsome, enjoy your beverage," or "everyone loves you and so do I." You know, Dr. Phil kinda stuff.
Oh yeah. And her name will be Shirley. I deem it so.
Thank you and good night.
Thursday, February 09, 2006
There are a few minutes at every Dialysis session that are less hellish because of these individuals and I wish to honor them at this time.
Their names have been changed because they could probably care less that they're in my Top 5.
Plus, there's no cash prize or shiny award. Only my priceless gratitude.
I could probably make a nifty certificate on my computer, but it would be mocked and ridiculed in their break room, so I won't take the time.
Please hold your applause until the entire list has been read.
5. Doe-Eyed Tech
Doe-Eyed Tech hasn't been with the company very long, but she made me feel very comfortable and relaxed the first day she hooked me up to the machine. She has the brightest brown eyes and was surprised when she discovered I was in my mid-30's.
"If it wasn't for that little tinge of gray, you could pass for your mid-20's."
It was mentioned with such a sweet lack of sarcasm that I felt better the rest of the day.
4. Lindsay Lohan Tech
I only refer to her by this name because Miss Lohan is the most famous redhead at this juncture.
I remember the first time she hooked me up. It was 5:30 in the frickin' morning (yes, I use "frickin" as a bargain basement version of "fucking") and I had only gotten a few hours of sleep. She put up with my grouchiness and my lack of communication and was as sweet as could be.
With so many patients, she's probably forgotten that incident, but I remember it vividly.
3. Raven Haired Tech
I asked her out before her impending marriage and she turned me down.
Before she was married I would flirt with her mercilessly.
And she's a little loopy, which I always enjoy and makes Dialysis a little more bearable.
Plus, her rapid fire giggle makes me laugh.
2. Neckish Brunette Tech
I really miss her on the Night Shift. She was easy to make laugh and actually understood some of my more ludicrous references.
It was her blog that started this one you're attempting to enjoy now.
When she laughs, it spreads across the clinic like mayonaisse, sliding it's way into every corner of Dialysis. It was refreshing.
1. Hot Librarian Nurse
She has the distinction, such as it is, to be the only Nurse on the list.
When I plop all my various items down on my chair and I see that she will be my Nurse for the day, I realize my session won't be so torcherous. She has beautiful bright eyes with these dark rimmed glasses and always takes a few minutes to engage me in conversation while she's adminstering my meds.
I get the feeling she's doing that because she knows I have a crush on her.
Come to think of it, this entire list is about staff at Dialysis I find lovely and talented.
I'd retitle this post, but I'm too tired.
And my head is now filled with beautiful women in lab coats.
I think it's time for bed.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
No, no and my gawd I hate sports bars.
I have impeccable Pittsburgh Steeler credentials and they are as follows:
--- My Dad grew up in Wheeling, WV, roughly 59. 16 miles from Pittsburgh.
--- My father worked in the area in construction for a number of years, thus he worked with the steel industry.
--- I grew up watching all the 70's Super Bowl's with my Dad in his oversized easy chair. Due to my youth, I only remember Super Bowl XIV, but please don't hold that against me.
--- I have been wearing the same Steeler jacket since 1989. It hasn't been washed since the season started.
That should probably do it. I travelled to my Backup Family in the South Bay, who were kind enough to invite me over and have a little Super Bowl party complete with snacks and BBQ.
It was delicious, but so were the results of the game.
Before the game, I made a little bet with my boss who hails from the Seattle. If the Steelers win, he has to do his morning show AND my afternoon show as well. Except for a few daily duties that need to be finished, I had the day off. After Dialysis, I drove home instead of to work and took a two hour nap. Thanks to the Pittsburgh Steelers.
I was highly disappointed by Terry Bradshaw, and to a less extent Joe Montana, for not appearing as they introduced the MVP from each Super Bowl. Joe Montana had 3 Super Bowl MVP's, Terry Bradshaw two. You just know if Terry was there, he would have handled the coin toss. Rumor has it they both wanted an extra fee to appear. I realize Terry has suffered from depression for most of his life and has had a rocky relationship with the city of Pittsburgh, but don't you think the memory of this Super Bowl would have been worth it.
You see that little mass on the ground Terry?? That's a little bit of respect I lost for you last Sunday. Sorry.
Bill Cowher has always been considered a Great Coach:
--- 14 years as Steeler coach, longest tenure in the NFL
--- 10 seasons he's appeared in the playoffs
--- 8 seasons he's won the AFC North
--- 6 seasons he's made it to the AFC Championship
Most of the time it was the Colts of the Patriots that kept us out of the Super Bowl. God, I hate them so. So Cowher has always been considered a Great Coach. He has just achieved the title of Legendary Coach in my Steeler memory.
This is Casey Hampton followed closely by James Farrior stopping Alexander from claiming a Super Bowl rushing record. He rushed for only 95 yards on 20 carries. Good average, but not enough to win a Super Bowl. If Seattle and the mega-rich Paul Allen don't step up and pay him what he belives his ego deserves, he'll end up at Washington or Dallas. Whichever one adds an extra "zero" to the paycheck.
This is Willie Parker, of "Fast Willie" as he's known in the Steelers locker room. Dude is fast. Recommended by a member of the Rooney family, he rushed for over 1200 yards this year. During the Super Bowl, his 75 yard hosing of the Seattle line helped score one of our three touchdowns. Without Bettis next year, his importance for the team will grow immensely.
Ladies and gentlemen, the Newly Elected Emperor of Pittsburgh. He only rushed for 43 yards in the game, but the best screenwriter's in Hollywood couldn't have written a better Fairy Tale ending for his career. If he decides to retire in the city of Pittsburgh, he'll never have to pay for another meal, drink, movie ticket or whatever. He runs a number of charitable organizations using his fame, so hopefully he'll continue his post-career life in Pittsburgh.
I realize he had a horrific game, but without his composure in the playoffs, we wouldn't have made it to the Super Bowl. Roethlisberger also promised at the end of last season he'd get Bettis to the Super Bowl. Ben has another two or three Super Bowl's in him, I just know it. With a personal record of 27-4, believe it.
How would you like to tell people this week, "Yeah, I rocked the Rolling Stones tongue!" Ugh. Why can't the Super Bowl Halftime Show be simple? Bring out some of the kids who won the Punt, Pass & Kick competition and let them show off their stuff. Give a couple people a chance to win a new Escalade by kicking a field goal or throwing a touchdown pass. Have the crowd sing "In a Gada Da Vida" in unison. Something, please! But for the love of humanity, stop these ridiculous musical halftime shows.
Here's Mr. Rock & Roll pointing in the direction of his badly needed respirator. Or how many minutes until his next heart flutter, you be the judge.
This is Kito Von Oelhoffen, a superior Defensive End, which brings me to one of the more depressing aspects of the Post-Super Bowl spectacle. Free agency. Here's a list of Free Agents, available for picking by other teams after March 3rd:
Unrestricted Free Agents
QB Charlie Batch
RB Verron Haynes
WR Antwaan Randle El
WR Quincy Morgan
TE Jerame Tuman
OT Barrett Brooks
DE Kimo von Oelhoffen
DE Brett Keisel
ILB Clint Kriewaldt
CB Deshea Townsend
S Chris Hope
Restricted Free Agents
CB Ike Taylor
WR Sean Morey
Exclusive Rights Free Agents
RB Willie Parker
OLB James Harrison
--- WR Antwaan Randel-El
This guy is a multi-purpose WR with great hands and QB skills that is invaluable on flea flicker or option plays. He is priority number one. The Steelers ponied up the money for Hines Ward last year, don't let Randel-El's agent force him to be a holdout in training camp. Do the smart thing: sign him in the offseason and quiet all the speculation.
--- RB Willie Parker
Over 1200 yards without playing a full season. Another invaluable player who isn't huge like Bettis, but has the speed (as was demonstrated during the Super Bowl) to disappear to the end zone when the line is opened.
--- QB Charlie Batch
Outstanding backup who, if we don't resign him, will be a starter at one of the teams who didn't finish well last season.
--- DE Kimo von Oelhoffen
A fantastic DE who was a huge piece of the Steel Curtain. Sign him to a new contract before the Bengals, Browns or Ravens show apprecation for this talent. Or pay the price next season with two losses.
--- TE Jerame Tuman
--- CB Deshea Townsend
--- S Chris Hope
Because of the talent of Heath Miller, Jerame Tuman wasn't used as much this season, so I might give him another chance to return. Deshea Townsend and Chris Hope are good players, but they need to step up if they return. Everyone else on the list is second string or had injuries to deal with, so I can't honestly speak about their value to the team.
I'm surrounded by Seahawk fans her at work who were railing up and down the hallways complaining and whining. The following is some of their qutoes regarding the game:
"The Steelers cheated, plain and simple."
"The refs were paid off to make the calls in the Seahawks favor."
"The Steelers stole that game and never should have won."
You of course realize, if the Seahawks had scored on either the Offensive Pass Interference call in the end zone OR the missed touchdown in the corner of the end zone near the pylon that was called out of bounds, THE STEELERS WOULD HAVE ALTERED THEIR GAME PLAN ACCORDINGLY.
Sorry. Didn't mean to yell. But Seahawk fans are driving my loopy.
Dallas Cowboys, San Francisco 49ers and now, the Pittsburgh Steelers. Five Super Bowl's and counting. And I couldn't be happier.
And now, after six months of fantastic football, I'm going to wash my Steeler jacket.
Thank you and good night.