I'd take G4 any day...

Most people I speak with back home haven't heard of the G20. Here, it's affecting most everyone's lives for a few days. Adversely. 'Cept those school kids...almost all of the colleges have closed their campuses today and tomorrow. 'Cept Pitt, cause is sucks, so I'm learning.

I've been receiving these long, drawn out emails from my unit director at work. If you live on the east end (which I do), please schedule yourself to work Thursday and Friday. Why? If you live anywhere else, it will take you 3 times the amount of time you usually take to drive to get to work. If you work 7a-7p today, you are welcome to stay at the hospital overnight. Why? You won't be physically able to leave. Why? There will be a 0.5-1 mile radius closed around the Presby campus. Phipps Conservatory is the scene of some big dinner this evening. No buses, no cars, and you better carry two forms of ID at all times in case you get accosted by the police.

If you don't prefer to live at your workplace (but I can't imagine who wouldn't want to have a one night stand with C. diff and MRSA and VRE), then there's another option: pay 40 bucks and sleep at Family House. As for the 7p-7a shift tonight, it will take you between 3 and 6 hours to get to work. You bes be leaving yo hiz at 2pm (when you should probably be sleeping so you can actually take care of people tonight). Hey, maybe they'll have a few extra hospital beds for a pre-work nap. Thank something or someone I still have class today, and that I have my own two feet and two wheels to get me to work tomorrow.

There are 3 designations for the wounded:

West Penn (right next to me in Little Italy) for the tear gassed protesters
Shadyside (right next to me down Aiken) for the beat up coppers
Presbyterian (my hospital, 30 minute walk/15 minute bike ride away) for the pres and co.

Ha. Maybe 10D will get to meet a well known diplomat. Maybe not. If something happens to one of them, they come to Presby and they take over. Take over? That means there will be no use for us, ie. they bring in their own staff and we get tossed aside. Sort of like that old phone book somewhere on my shelf...

Consult: Dream Interpreter

Someone used my deodorant. And I was pissed. I mean, royally, royally, pissed.

Fatigued and elated...

is the name of this summer game:

filling up on groceries
canoeing the Youg
looking out the window nook to see the early morning fog
baking in an oven though its door never closes
community herb gardens and pink wedding roses
a full time job and a book of matches
exploring new 'hoods with June love catches
wine corks in the park
and half-price Indian food
killing with kindness those who are rude
getting new two-wheels and revamping the old
refraining from complaining when the climate's a bit cold
Quiet Storm shakes and cemetery strolls
friends making faces that make them look like trolls
washing masses of one-person dishes in a too-tiny sink
starting to like that sweaty cyclist stink
parking in the garage then checking the mail
inability to keep up with graham crackers going stale
collecting triple A maps
hammering holes in the wall
knowing this could only be so great after summer warps into fall