Friday, October 23
T's About To Spill: Twelve Years Later (cont'd from That One Kid)
The title is self-explanatory, yeah? Here goes EVERYTHING:
Mooo! Mooo!
That cursed cow alarm clock sure works. I exhale a long stream of morning-breath. Zee, my young German Shepherd, wakes up. She knocks down my alarm clock for the umpth time this week with her happy tail. At least it shuts the darn thing off.
I open my closet of color-organized scrubs and golf tees.
I feel like Africa, I say to myself.
The giraffe-spotted scrubs set it is. I hum an oldie, probably a song by Beyonce or Alicia Keys, as I head to my stainless steel kitchen for some strawberry Corn Pops and coconut-flavored milk.
They have EVERYTHING these days. I smile.
My house phone rings. Jannel, my lifelong best friend, is calling to see if she can borrow my spare stethoscope. I smile and tell her that even if she asks to borrow my last hundred dollars, I'd give it to her. Although her smile is a couple decibels lower than mine, I can still hear it through the phone.
It rings again. It's Elisa, who lives a couple condos down. She asks if I still have her Eclipse book from our freshman year. "Damn," I begin. "Next week, yeah?" She sighs, as always. I call the flower shop and ask them to deliver a dozen flowers to Elisa, signed by a Robert Pattinson. Mr. Potosie (the Flower Shoppe owner) chuckles and asks if she called again. "It's a Monday, isn't it?" I say.
I brush my teeth. I choose a brown clip and an orange one and proceed to do my hair. Since I know I'll need to perform surgery on the city's mayor, I tie it up with blue and orange hairties for luck.
Jannel and I walk out simultaneously. We do our morning handshake. She talks about this new book about Mexico she's reading. I talk about this new commercial from Taco Bell I saw last night. The elevator-man, Dan, smiles at us and wishes us a g'day. At the ground floor, George winks at us. "Silly old man." I mutter.
Outside, we grab our bikes, (we petitioned for a bikes-only parking lot just for the two of us) turn on our iPods, and ride to the Urban Hospital (general term that represents the hospital we BOTH work at).
After five hours of working, I receive a call on my Jannel-phone (a customizable phone made just for Jannel's calls and texts; of course, it has a Tami-phone counterpart). She demands that we take our lunch break now. We meet at the Doctor's Lounge, as always. We sit on the orange-and-blue couch we donated and talk. After a couple minutes, we head out.
It's a Japanese restaurant this time. Uncooked fish and mind-blowing wasabi galore. Cute Japanese guys, too. We discuss about our wonderful freshman and sophomore year, our dreadful junior year, and our gloomy senior year. "At least we're together now, eh?" I say, speaking of my departure to Hawaii in the middle of our young, high school lives. We leave a tip and end the lunch on a happy note, probably a stupid, spontaneous of our old wacky friend, Manny. "I wonder how he's doing now. I mean, married to Kailee..." We chuckle at this, because back in the day, this was definitely not one of the things we saw coming.
{{OKAY, SORRY TO INTERRUPT THIS VISION, BUT I JUST THOUGHT OF A REALLY FUNNY SCENARIO: MANNY + KAILEE = A Daughter/Son named MANLEE! Lol. Now back to what I was saying.}}
Back at the hospital, I count down the hours until I can go home and pick up Zee from Elisa's, where Jannel and I leave our dogs for the day. Elisa never minds. She works the midnight shift at the crime investigation lab, which I say is the scariest thing ever. I mean, who works on dead bodies' DNA at midnight? But whatever. That's Elisa.
The final ten minutes tick down. I start packing up, and get a surprise call from Elisa. Zee drooled on her Collector's Edition Twilight Series. Again. I stifle my laugh.
The bike ride home is fun.
