Charity

The back room/porch clean up continued, until I gave in and put up a yard sale ad on the local. Had enough stuff that was going to the charity shop anyway, decided to give the Yardsailors first shot.

Guy showed at 0700, "Is this the Estate Sale?"

No, no it isn't, only a Yard Sale (sign hadn't gone up yet, either), it's still dark, it's raining buckets, and I'm not quite ready. As in, I was up half the night and I'm awake, but still in pyjamas. I do have some stuff ready by 0730, and all set before the scheduled 0800, which is better than many manage. Wound up with an array on the porch, because it was still drizzling intermittently, with real rain threatening. George* stood out on the walk, with a Not For Sale sign (didn't want him to think he was going to be sold, heaven forfend.) Neon posterboard sign on tree (home lettered.)

One woman picked up a couple of things, looked at a bag and thought it might work for a student of hers. I told her to take it, if it didn't work, no loss. Hey, kid in school needs a bag, I'll give 'em a bag. Up one whole dollar!

Older guy and (grand?)son stopped by, poked around, left. Neighbor came by, paid in dimes for a hat and a pan... I gave her the sandals and still felt guilty taking her $1.50 in change. And that was it.

Oh, well, nice cool morning to sit outside and read through my sites as I would anyway. Moby got out several times as we went in and out the door, didn't go far because of the wet. Sebastian cat walked by a number of times, as did dog Spike and human Mike.

I did some things right, but mostly on wet days, people selling abandon the idea, so those of us who usually go to scavenge know not to bother. Maybe try again in the spring, maybe not.

Three young guys, one on a bike, meandered up and down the street for over an hour. Loitering, smoking, talking loudly. I might have been able to buy drugs from them, were I in the market for such. I'm not. Did take a photo of them, just in case.

Heard the unmistakable squealsmackcrunchcrash sound from the northern corner of the block. At the southern intersection, an ambulance waited at the light, then drove over, and stopped at the crash. Stayed there for a while, for some reason.

I assume they have the same obligation I have to stop and offer assistance, as does anyone with any kind of medical license. D was ready to let me run over, but an ambulance would be much better staffed and equipped to do some good, and I'd've just been in the way after that.

Weird week at work. Anesthesia resident(aka Peach) being extraordinarily obnoxious, especially for her first month of residency. Supposed to be learning, and Peach is resistant to all instruction, hostile, negative, impatient with patients, and not at all skilled - which is of course, all everyone else's fault. Oh, and loud, seems to think she's charming, pink shoes, pink hats. Her image of herself may well be the polar opposite of what others see.

Mind, we are used to egos and crankiness, we've seen some doozies come through, although most anesthesiologists are very personable and compassionate (overwhelmingly so, it's a valuable trait for them) there are variations. Peach is right off the bottom of the charts. Anesthesiologist (aka Smith) who is trying to mentor her asking several of us who have witnessed Peach's antics, for the sake of understanding and correcting. That she bitterly complains about her attending and the anesthesia tech, to the OR staff, as soon as they leave the room, for instance. I quote Peach - statements from her stick in the mind - including her accent, apparently perfectly. Smith kept asking me to "say what she said again!" and then giggling.

Gotta laugh.




*The inflated 4' Emperor Penguin.