Ninjababe's Ramble

Terrifying Tower

Last weekend, I went to Disneyland and was able to go on the brand, spankin', new Tower of Terror ride. A ride that doesn't open until May

Anyway, I do have a list of things to talk about from that trip. The list is at home. I'm at work. But, here is a picture that my friend Jen scanned in of her and I on the ride. Jen is on the right, I'm on the left.

This was taken on our second go on the ride. I went a total of three times, Jen went four.

So Stupid

A woman at work has three boys. She's divorced. The father and stepmother are taking the boys to Disneyland next month.

However, one boy isn't going. Why? He talked back to the stepmother. Basically, he asked for ice cream. She said no. So, he replied, "Fine!" in a mad tone of voice.

That's the whole reason he's not going to Disneyland for a long weekend next month.

I'm sorry. That's not enough to keep a kid from Disneyland. Sending them to bed without dinner, ground them, etc. But not give them a mini-vacation!

So, I told the mother that she should either tell her ex-husband that all three kids go or none of them go. That, or take the one boy that wasn't allowed to go to one of the two theme parks in the area. One is more gardeny and like a fair. The other is a real theme park, very roller coaster heavy. She figures she'll take him to another theme park and that her son will have much more fun with her than with the step-mom.

Current Work Quotes List

And, yet more work quotes!

Oh my god! She's the largest idiot in the world.

I swear I'll crawl through this phone and snap your huevos off.

I've got your fucking call Ray right here! ...With that in mind, I'm going to have some gum.

If we had a cruise ship sink in the bay, it would be great for fishing!

There will always be a job for nurses because they'll never develop a machine that can do comfortable anal probes.

If they're thin they go downhill fast because they don't have any fat to live off of. That's why I've stayed the way I am.

"I wouldn't give you the spit from my mouth."
"That's okay. You gave birth to me."

God, my back is killing me! I think it's my massive breasts.

This song is all about girl power. I feel less of a man just listening to it.

I have some self control! Eh... It's more like I put it in my mouth and forget about it.

"I hate it when they give us free..."
"sex?"

The Idiots in the World

I've been meaning to post about this for a few weeks or so.

A patient of ours has told us not to give her daughter any medical information. Basically, her daughter is trying to prove she's demented so she'd get ahold of the money.

Our patient has a public guardian. Well, the daughter bullied the mother into signing a power of attorney. Before she could get medical information from us, the power of attorney was overturned.

Well, then, we received a few phone calls from the daughter and son-in-law, insisting we give them information, or they'll sue us.

Our reply: "Sure! Go for it!"

Until they give us a notarized copy of a legal document stating that they either have full power of attorney over the patient (Which, we've been asked to verify by the public guardian), we're not releasing anything.

Then, we receive this letter (All names changed to protect my ass against HIPAA):

TO: Drug Store President

Dear Sir:

It appears that you think you are above the law. You co-conspired, we allege with the county to keep Mrs. Smith on dementia drugs such as Aricept and when we requested you to send us information pursuant to a legal and valid Power of Attorney, you refused and instead directly contacted R. Jones and Mr. Wilson, City attorney and co owner of Care Facility.

You are the only pharmacy that was dispensing Mrs. Smith's Aricept drug and this is a costly drug. You may be sued for your alleged conspiring with the county. We have reported you to Medicare for alleged fraud.

John Peterson

How idiotic do they think we are?

The letter is just typed on a plain sheet of paper, no legal letterhead, nothing.

Since then, we haven't heard a word from anyone on this...

Idiots.

Damn my need for DLand!

So, this weekend, I'm going to Disneyland. I have tickets to the pre-opening of Tower of Terror. Woooo! Yeah! 13 floor freefall, here I come! Oh yeah, babe! (Oh, and the intro to the website for the ride is funny...)

Anyway, of course, this weekend is Iron Chef America, which I've been waiting and waiting for!

Ooooo! It looks fun!

I'm going to have to wait until next week sometime to watch it (I'm taping all five hours of it from Sunday). But, I'm, as always, going to root for Sakai. Don't know why, but he's always been my favorite Iron Chef.

And, Alton Brown, from Good Eats, is the culinary expert on the shows. Ooo! I love Good Eats! It's my favorite cooking show (Hell, I'm tempted to buy the DVDs!). (Second favorite being Emeril.)

The Perils of My Work

Yesterday, we discovered a customer was stealing items from a semi-public storage room.

So, today, we installed a key lock door knob on the door. I volunteered to put the lock in.

Well, whoever put in the last knob glued the lock's face plate to the door.

So, I had to get a screwdriver behind the plate and knock it out.

Of course, I made the mistake of having my face in the path of the plate's trajectory.

It hit me, right under my mouth.

Ow.

Ow.

Luckily, it didn't loosen my teeth. I just have a small cut on the inside and outside of my chin. You can't really see it unless I tilt my head back. Waiting to see if it bruises.

And, let's just say, keeping ice on your face and working at the same time is very awkward.

On the up side, at least I know I don't have a glass jaw!

[Lightbulb going off]

So, I personally think Glenlivet tastes like Jack Daniels.

I came up with an idea today.

I'm going to do a blind taste test.

So, after next paycheck, I'm going to buy a bottle of Jack Daniels and then pour a shot of each and try them out.

Hah! I'm smart!

:-)

Spices

I've definitely been watching way too much Food Network.

Tonight, I made a sandwich for dinner. Bread, mayo, cheese, meat. That's it.

After a few bites, I decided it needed it a kick.

So, I put some paprika and italian seasonings on it.

Mmmmm... spiffy!

Hitchiking Seagulls

Someone just came into the store wanting help with a seagull baby they found on the sidewalk. All we could do was give her the phone number for the state department of fish and game. We could tell that she wanted us to take care of the bird.

She kept telling us that she's from Oregon and that she doesn't have a phone. Well, there's a payphone outside.

But, she's currently homeless and hitchiking around the country.

So, we gave her a dollar in change, in case the first of the two numbers we gave her wasn't answering.

She was obviously not happy, but left.

Of course, we all know that fish and game will probably put the gull down as gulls are pests. Even though, it's a very cute baby. And, as she touched the gull, the mother won't take it back. (That's one of the tings I remember my mom telling me. If you ever see a baby bird, do not touch it.)

Party

On Wednesday, I went to a going away party for some former employers of
mine. I had quite a good time informing people that I'm now a compounding
pharmacy technician. I got to use my "And, I haven't blown anything up
yet!" joke quite a few times.

I also got to catch up with some friends of mine at my former job. I
walked up to them and got two spit-takes! [beam] One friend saw me,
reconized me, and did a spit-take of her beer. Then, my other friend
turned around, saw me, and she to did a spit-take of her beer.

Then, they teased me about having a soda. Until I informed them that I was
trying to help the bourbon I'd already drank through my system. At the
party, the bourbon was cheaper than the wine! Of course, it was
cheap bourbon...

My friends thought my current employers didn't know me quite that well:

"They let you into a lab?"
"Yeah! With drugs even! Isn't that cool!"
"They obviously don't know you."

Luckily, the woman that I despise wasn't there. I used to work for her at
one time. Of course, I was all ready to act haughty and snobbish towards
her. "Oh yes, currently, I am one of only ten compounding pharmacy
technicians on the pennisula and am working for the largest independantly
owned pharmacy in the area."

Of course, that was the line I was going to also use at my 10 year high
school reunion this summer. I'll just have to use it when I go to the 15
or 20. They only gave two months notice on the event. I can't two weeks
off to drive, or get plane fare in that time...

Rusty Nails

Never really thought Single Malt could be used in a cocktail drink.

Then, Ith introduced me
to the concept of Rusty Nails.

The recipe:

1 1/2 oz Single Malt
1/2 oz Drambuie

We had some Drambuie hanging around the house and we had single malt, so
we decided to try it last night.

Very nice. I think I perfer my single malt by itself, but rusty nails are
pretty darn spiffy!

Boo!

So, how is everyone's Saturday?

Mine's so-so... I got roped into working this weekend. Weee...

It's pretty dead here. We've put away the whole order, filled everything,
refilled the drugs in the robot... The other technician and I are fighting
each other to fill prescriptions. Hell, we even wiped the counters down
with alcohol!

About half an hour ago, we did have some excitement. A customer asked a
clerk to call 911 because she had a pain in her side.

The clerk asked me, "What do I do?" (She's only 17...)

So, I told her to call 911, tell them her name, that she's at the drug
store and that a customer wanted her to call and why.

The woman then went out to the front sidewalk and waited.

The fire truck and ambulance just left.

Now, we're back to being bored.

Bored

Bored

Bored

Bored

Bored

Adventures in Single Malt

Since I had a bit of money this paycheck, I decided to buy some Jack Daniels on Friday.

But, Ith convinced me to pay a little extra and get some single malt.

So, I bring it home, and I try it.

It tastes like Jack Daniels to me.

So, I'm telling this story to a driver at work who also likes single malt.

His reply: "You should've got Glenlivet."

My retort: "That's the one I bought!"

And, after a contemplating the liquid that is Glenlivet, I've decided that it still reminds me of Jack Daniels a bit.

Still good to the last drop though!

Tartan Day, 2004

Today is Tartan Day. So, I'm going to celebrate my quasi-Scottish heritage (As I don't know for sure if I do have any Scottish heritage) by talking about one of my favorite subjects.

Single Malt

Four years ago, you wouldn't get me near anything but wine.

Then, I discovered margaritas.

Then, from there, I started to try out hard liquors. Tequila, Rum, Bourbon, Single Malt.

I seem to have a particular fondness to Single Malt. Especially Highland Single Malts. With my ultimate favorite being Scapa.

And, trying to find the distillery webpage, I come across this headline:

"AFTER FORTY-NINE YEARS
SCAPA DISTILLERY DECISION
Company in Voluntary Liquidation"

After having a mini-heart attack, I notice the date. March 8, 1934. Wait a moment...

OK... Now that my heart is back to normal, on with the Scapa website search!

The Scapa Distillery is on the Isle of Orkney and is named after the Scapa Flow.

Oh, no! "Sadly, Scapa is not now producing new spirit." Wail!

Well, Ith says that there's another distillery on Orkney (Highland Park) and it could be pretty similar to Scapa. And, that there's hope. It's only 'mothballed' (Since 1994), not disbanded. Hope is in the air! (I got my info here.)

To tell you how much I love single malt, if given a choice between single malt and chocolate (And, I'm a third generation choc-a-holic), I'd probably pick single malt!

Other Bloggers participating in Tartan Day:

Absinthe & Cookies
Jen Speaks
Frozen In Montreal
Blackfive - The Paratrooper of Love
Grim's Hall
Miss Apropos
Jackalope Pursuivant
Accidental Verbosity
Right Wingin-It
Drowning at 2 Feet Sea Level
Straight White Guy
Hard Times
TacJammer
BabyTrollBlog
Triticale
Laughing Wolf
Da Goddess
ChristWeb
Mudville Gazette
I Love Jet Noise

Oooo, Baby!

Who is your Lord of the Rings love match?

Aragorn. It seems you seek a lover who doesn't wear his heart on his sleeve, a real man, strong, silent and determined. The kind of chap who can build a fire, track a man across hill and dale through darkness and survive in the wild for months at a time. Regular shaving may be beyond his reach, and you may have to make substantial concessions to secure his affection. Your dad won't be happy.

(I can live with that)

Gimme!

I want this!

My kind of soap!

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