I have this little clock that I received as a freebee at some convention or another. It is actually a clock and a calendar and a calculator and an alarm AND it opens on its own. I think that it is worth about 10 cents. :p But it does have this fun little feature where you press a button and it tells you what time it is in Cairo or Moscow, Tokyo, Chicago, London, etc.
It is completely useless of course (I keep said clock on my desk at work and rarely need to know what time it is in Paris), but fun nonetheless.
I was playing with it today when Mai walked in to my office (I swear I work! I do!).
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“It’s frustrating, really,” I answered pushing the button of Sidney.
“What’s frustrating?” she queried deeper.
“Sidney.” I answered, pushing the button yet again.
“Sidney’s frustrating you?” she tried for clarification, “ Sidney … … … Australia?”
“Yes.” I answered, pushing the button.
“And how can a continent frustrate you?” she asked.
“It’s a city.” I answered, pushing the button.
“Fine,” she agreed, “How can a city frustrate you?”
So I told her, “Because. Because, no matter what, no matter how much I do,” I answered, pushing the button, “It will always be tomorrow in Sidney. No matter how hard I work, I will never catch up to the people in Sidney. They will always be one day ahead of me. No matter what I do in life, they will always get on more day.” I frowned at her, “It’s frustrating.”
She was quiet for a long moment, finally remarking, “It doesn’t work that way.”
“Oh?” I questioned, pushing the button.
“No,” she answered.
“Oh.” I pushed the button.
After yet another long pause, she sighed, “You really need to get your head checked, you know that?”
“Yeah.” I answered, pushing the button.
I asked a nurse why she thought that 803 wasn’t taking her medication and she looked at me like I was nuts, making the universal sign for crazy as she answered, “Something’s not clicking up there.”
I wanted to laugh.
I wanted to stand at attention and salute such an obvious statement.
I wanted to wring her neck.
I did none of these things.
I only smiled and pressed forward for more information, which, thankfully, I did finally manage to receive.
I was splitting a PB&J with a fellow pharmacist when she asked, “Have you read the new CHEST guidelines?”
“Not yet,” I shook my head, “I’ve been meaning to though. They’ve been sitting in my inbox for forever.”
“Yeah,” she nodded, “I finally printed mine out last week. It gave me something to do over this past weekend.”
“Good idea,” I congratulated, “Yeah, I’ve got a whole stack of stuff I need to read over. I guess that’s what I’ll be doing this weekend.”
“Yeah,” she agreed, then, a few chews later, “God.”
“What is it?” I asked.
"Nothing," She sighed, “We're just sad.”
“Yeah.” I agreed, sighing myself, “Sad," then, "Hey! I've always wanted to learn to fly. What do you say to throwing ourselves off the roof later today and see if we can't learn before we hit the ground?"
"Eh," she shrugged, smiling, "Sure, I'm in. Sounds like fun." :p
Morbid? No. Never. :)