Welcome to the inaugural installment of the Array of Questionable Literature: a brief reminder of my existence in Iraq as well as questionable links excavated from some of the most degenerate annals the internet could ever afford. I mine all of this for you, and I do it for free. What a guy!
But first, me.
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| Drama, Iraq style. |
The back story: high ranking
official in camp wants everyone to shut off the AC units in their CHUs
during the day, while everyone is presumably at work. If they find our
AC units running during the day, they will kill the power to our AC
untis, and we'll have to plead to have them turned back on.
Caveat: some people work nights, and therefore sleep during days, and therefore! they require their AC units to be running during the day so they can sleep comfortably. As such, us night shift people have been told we must put a sign on our front door indicating we work nights. Hence my pleasant sign.
Moral of the story: when you're met with a hostile glare, smile back. It confuses them.
Caveat: some people work nights, and therefore sleep during days, and therefore! they require their AC units to be running during the day so they can sleep comfortably. As such, us night shift people have been told we must put a sign on our front door indicating we work nights. Hence my pleasant sign.
Moral of the story: when you're met with a hostile glare, smile back. It confuses them.
Housing chicanery aside, all goes well here in sunny Iraq. As mentioned above, I work night shift in the emergency department of the on-base hospital with gents Jonathan and Micah. To muster the strength to endure an entire shift, we first gaze upon the majesty of turkey dubstep and then, reinvigorated, we roll up our sleeves and get to work.
BATHROOM PUNISHMENT!
Emphasis mine. Because Micah does loathe having the bladder capacity of a kookaburra suffering from dwarfism, he has decided to punish his own mortal body by doing fifty push-ups for every time he goes potty. As a show of solidarity I have joined Micah in this senseless destruction of skeletal muscle by doing one minute planks, minimum. Three days into this witless undertaking, Micah has tender breasts and my abdomen is burgeoning with surreptitious hernia-a-plenty. We go forth regardless with the bathroom punishment.
Tomorrow is Friday. Casual Friday in the emergency room. Pictures will inevitably accompany.
ARRAY OF QUESTIONABLE LITERATURE:
Japanese woman rescues dog from an avian attack. Nurses dog to health. Realizes dog isn't a dog. Bear? k, bear. Maybe not a bear? Clearly it's Mario in a tanooki suit.
A visual reminder not to hastily engage in partisanship. Keep that mind limber! Things aren't always as they appear.
Excellent paleo diet/lifestyle blog. He presents some interesting information about the nutrient density of beef liver. To wit: "A mere 4 ounces of beef liver roughly approximates the total nutrition of 5 pounds of fruit" Interesting stuff!
Peace!
I've never tried to plank anything, is it really that much of a workout? Lol.
ReplyDeleteyour bathroom punishments sound painful, I wouldn't be able to move if I did something like that with as much as I have to pee lol.
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