Well, it's just after 8 am here at work and today I'm at the hospital I don't work at very often anymore. I sort of wanted to give someone the night off (since I typically don't do much on NYEve and besides, it would have been interesting) but there wasn't anyone else working an afternoon shift that's already trained at this hospital.
Not like there's much to do. I started at 7:30 back here in the 'film' (we're all digital these days) library and I'll be finished all the work by ohhhh, 9 am. In fact, this week has been ultra slow for most of the rotations but for some insane corporate reason they're not letting anyone go early this year.
Which means I'll be sitting around on my a-s-s reading a book for the last five hours of my day.
Not that I mind, of course, since I'm in the
compactor and it's pretty dang quiet in here - it's just that I don't see the point of them paying me when they don't really need to.
I know, there's something wrong with me. I'm just not a good 'union girl'.
Anyways, I thought that before I packed in the 'looking busy' part of my day, I would share with you two of my favorite pictures which make up one of my favorite moments from my trip to Australia.
On the last day at the farm when Tim and I went redback spider 'hunting' we were walking in one of the paddocks (or whatever you call them on a sheep farm) towards this old sort of hut/house structure that was now empty. Tim was telling me about how the sheep cluster around the few trees for shade, even though it was not very warm out, and suddenly a sheepy face appeared out of the front door of the house.
*click to biggify* Now you sort of have to just go along with what I was thinking at the time, which is that this is a boy sheep, the protector type. And yes, I know that they don't exist, but I said go along, did I not?
Timbo started a 'sheepy commentary', pretending he was the sheep and how 'he's' the lookout for a whole herd that are partying it up in the house and how 'he's' just suddenly realized that the cops are coming. 'He' stood looking at us for a good minute while Tim rattled off the options it was considering for a quick getaway, before turning his head and baaa-ing something back into the inside of the house.
*click = biggy*Not even five seconds later began a rather hurried but
'no, we weren't doing nothing officer, see? we're not running, we cool' exodus, single file and around the left side of the house away from us.
Nonchalant.
Eyeing the cops.
Making an orderly getaway and reminding me of this exact moment at many a house party of my youth.
Absolutely, utterly, perfectly priceless.
Kind of adds a new layer to the comparison of humans to sheep, doesn't it?
he says, "Son, can you play me a memory?
I'm not really sure how it goes
but it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete
when I wore a younger man's clothes"
Wednesday, March 1, 2006 at 01:21PM 
