describe the ruckus

it went a little something like this

_{sorry for the external link, robotscout…I just can’t bring myself to write anymore…}

THIS is for that stupid mini-mall/flea market thing you guys had in my head for a couple of weeks.

Beotches.
Heh!

in 13 hours or so, I’ll be leaving for JFK to go home.
I’ve had such a bad day that I just want to sit down and cry.

I’m feeling like what is described as depression.
I wonder what could be wrong.

I’m kind of so upset/mad at myself that I could just sit in this chair and not move for 6 months.

If a patient told me that, I’d document it and put the word “monitor for signs of depression” down in my assessment.

I’m looking forward to seeing my hubby and pooch.
But somehow, I’m very sad, too.

I’m hating everything right now.

Yes, you know I’m gonna miss New York a great deal.

So, I’m in the grocery store, picking up a few things.

I decided to check out their shitty cheese aisle and see if there’s anything even edible there…when I see 4 employees standing around, watching two guys bickering.

I cock my nosey ear.

Turns out the big fat moose is store “security” (goon) and the smaller scruffy guy is someone being accused of shop lifting.

“I saw you put my cheese in your pocket” insisted the goon.
“I was going to pay for it” said scruffy.

I went up to the four bystanding employees and asked, “does that guy work here?”
They nodded, and he turned on me “what?”

I said, “Oh, I was wondering if you work here”
“Yeah, I’m Security”
“ah,” I said “well, I wonder then if you know that it’s not shoplifting until he tries to walk past the registers without paying…untill then, he can fill his pockes all he likes, and you’d have a hard time proving it wasn’t his intention to pay”

“would you mind your own business?” He growled back.

I said, “If I were you, I’d call the police, because this store may end up getting sued by this gentleman”

Scruffy looked at me with panic and thanks in his eyes.
A lady passed me and said “I’d sue the living shit out of them, they can’t prove he wasn’t going to pay for it”

I went thru the register. walked out as they were shaking this poor guy down in the front of the store, now he was fighting back tears. Maybe he didn’t have any money on him and he really had intended to steal the cheese…even sadder, no? They were yelling at him “OK, pay for the cheese, then…Pay for it”

The police showed up…8 or so of New York’s “finest”

and I said “he was WAY back in the back of the store, you can’t prove he wasn’t going to pay for it”

“thank you, thank you” all they said.

Then, walking home, I checked my receipt.
I always forget that this store always rings up things at least a dime more expensive than it’s marked. Sure enough, they stiffed me again.
So I turned around, and stood in line again, for a dime and made them refund me. This has been going on since May…who’s ripping off whom?

Poor guy.
They had him in cuffs and as I walked out, with my dime, and my bagles and cheese, I heard him saying “guys, please….dont’ do this….don’t DO this!”

I fucking love New York.
8 uniformed cops, for a three dollar piece of cheese.

14 days.

as Bjork said, “it’s oh so quiet”

That’s because after two nights of door slamming every hour on the hour as people went to the bathroom, I couldn’t take it anymore.

I wrote a note and posted it in each of the stalls:

Please forgive me
if you’re one of the considerate folks
gently closing your door in the middle of the night,
but there are a few of you
who let the door slam shut, and as a result
this is two days I’ve spent on an hour sleep each night.
Please be considerate and close your door gently.
It would be much appreciated :)

It’s worked so far
let’s see how tonight is.
How I hate the dorms.

Funny how it doesn’t look
like cardboard and eggbeaters
and broken car antenae
_Beep!

(In space, you can’t hear
your fathers’ raging)

right now the only ruckus is me doing my “end zone” dance at my final grades, having an awesome day in the neuro ICU today, and having one last day in my clinical placement and being DONE!

w00t!

Everyone’s gone!
It’s so nice and quiet.
I’ve got 10 days to myself, to catch up on all my sleep and reading and homework…and to do grocery shopping, and maybe go to a museum (my first non-school related excursion) and laundry and clean my room!!!

YAY

(I’d rather have gone home, but since we don’t really celebrate Thxgiving, (or any holiday, for that matter, really) and I’m so far behind on stuff here, I decided to not be impulsive and fly home.

How hard would it have been to come back!?
Oh my.
I’d have disappeared off the face of the earth.
No, I’ll get stuff done, I will.

so, the only things in there are a bottle of ketel one, and the tonic water, which froze over.

and a few conidments, and some raisins…

So, I guess I’m having Vodka Tonic Slushies for dinner tonight.
_{jesus, it’s getting like an episode of Mash up in here!}