| 004: When In St. Mungos... |
[12 Sep 2011|10:25pm] |
So the hot rumor on the street is that someone has taken pity on the plight of the poor, unfortunate souls of St. Mungos. To which I respond: I'm doing quite well, but thank you for your concern. If your concern should be for anyone - it should be those patients who are in Resha's care. Especially these days. He's not doing so hot - but I'm not one for gossip. Ever.
Anyways, considering that I am one of the various faces of the hospital (and a devilishly handsome one, if I may say so myself), I've been given a list of things I can and cannot do in regards to this upcoming fundraiser for the Hospital Foundation. I'd like to share with you some of those regulations that have been imposed upon me. Feel free to laugh as you read them:
1: All personnel are to be on their best behavior, as they are representatives of the Hospital. When am I not on my best?
2: All personnel are to interact not as guests, but as hosts to the donors. To hell with that. I'll buy my own damn ticket, so I can be a guest!
But wouldn't it be easier if I just not take pay for a day or so? After all, I'm just giving my money back to my prison keeper.
3: Personnel are not allowed to solicit funds for other causes than the official Hospital fund. For those who care, the "Buy a doctor a pint" fund is always open for donations. I just can't tell you about it while I'm at the hospital.
The list goes on and on about other things that I have no interest in. Such as how to interact, how to be grateful, talking points for the hospital, and other such rubbish. You want to know what it boils down to? Here's the truth: people die in hospitals. We work as hard as we can to save their lives. I don't give a damn if you donate or not - it doesn't affect me at all. But if you want to reduce the suffering of others...then donate. Not for me. For them.
Now, I have my own list of things I need to complete before the fundraiser...
1) Acquire date
2) Acquire dress clothes (the hospital has forbid me of wearing my favorite party shirt.)
3) Acquire spirits (I want to enjoy myself before the event. And mostly through it.)
4) Enjoy the night.
I can get 2, 3, and 4 done on my own. Who wants to help me fulfill number one?
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| 003: Waking Up in...London? |
[29 Aug 2011|09:09pm] |
There are times I want to wonder how I got here - and why I'm in bed with only one stocking left on my two feet. But the truth is, I know how I got here. I know that I was a product of a mashed-up world where medicine heals, no matter if it comes from pharmaceuticals or potions. I know that I, at 30, still have a lot of living left to do. And I know that, now that I have a flat to myself (mostly), there's just enough trouble left for me to get into.
I also know that there was a note written in lipstick waiting for me when I woke up this morning. So I don't know exactly where I was last night. But apparently, I had a great time.
This is the product of boredom, people. When you've done it all at 30 - managed an emergency room in the heat of war, served as a medic on the front lines, and managed to make nearly £1,000 (after conversion, of course) betting on the games that weekend - what more do you have to live for?
That's it. I'm putting my foot down now. The stocking-covered one, not the bare one. The floor can be a bit cold at this time at night. I've got to stop doing this to myself, and maybe start discovering what the next thirty years are supposed to be about. Is this where I trade in frosty pint for a fiber pint? Is this where prunes become more important? Maybe I should invest in a cane and start yelling at young prats to get the hell off my lawn. More importantly - maybe I should buy a lawn?
I'm going to do this. After tomorrow. There's a good game on tonight at the pub, and I don't want to disappoint my mates by being the only one to not go through half a case...
It's a good thing I'm on second watch anymore. I have no idea how I managed to survive first watch.
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| 002: Boredom |
[24 Jul 2011|09:45pm] |
Can I be frank here for a moment? No, not Frank, per se - all we need is another neurotic twit running around this city. But enough about that - I'd like to do something that I don't normally do lately: be honest.
Yes, this cavalier life that I lead has arguably made me the fifth most interesting man in the Wizarding World. But it's also left me quite...well, dull, to be honest. It's not that I don't enjoy my long winning streak, which finally ended this week! I broke even at the poker game, and totally didn't see Portree knocking off Tutshill. Last time I bet on them, that's for sure - cost me 150 quid! Rather, the things that I used to find thrilling are, for a lack of better words, losing their luster. Or perhaps I'm losing my lust for life. After all, what do you do when you've done it all?
So I'm throwing out this open challenge to the entire community. Yes, if you can read this, you're part of the community. Come at me, Wizards and Witches! I need something to do that's not being devilishly good looking, or throwing the best parties in town! Perhaps bridge. Yes, maybe I should take up bridge. It at least looks interesting enough.
But I digress. Challenges...and GO!
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| 001: Shake It Up!!!!! |
[29 Jun 2011|11:29pm] |
What did I tell you guys about the Arrows and the Wanderers? I knew the Arrows were going to be hot this weekend - they've been on the brink of a major break for a while, and there it was! The Wanderers, on the other hand, had me REALLY worried. You couldn't pull more than a 100 point win? I'm glad I didn't take the spread on that game - I would have been out a hefty satchel!
But my teams won, and now I'm up 350 quid for the weekend. Not bad for a fan, no? First round is on me when we get to the pub! Or if you're really interested, we could just skip the pub and head out to dinner.
Speaking of dinner - Resha, did you eat the last of my screwballs? I come home, ready to take a load off after my shift, look in the icebox - and there are NO screwballs! I think we need another trip to the shops. At least I do. And this time I promise not to burn the community grocery fund on smokes and hooch.
Oh, who am I kidding - I'm just going to end up at the inn.
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