So today I was nearly splattered with bird poop on my way into the hospital. I heard the splatter on the concrete and saw the evidence on the ground, I was relieved it wasn't in my hair...
Meanwhile, I work on the sixth floor of hospital, but make frequent trips to the other lower floors. Patience tends to run low for the unreliable elevators that have minds of their own (especially the one with the cage...it's freak, especially when the light's off), so I sometimes take my trip down using the stairs. And, now, I've found myself using the stairs from the second to the sixth floor at least once a day when I'm at work. Ninety-six stinking stairs...what am I? Crazy? probably...it's tiring and whatnot. Maybe by the end of th esummer I'll have freakishly huge leg muscles; then I'd look funny. ha.
Okay, back to boring nothing land...
Have a blessed day,
Jezz
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