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First of all I would like to express my deepest sympathies for Josh, who has gotten sucked in by the work monster. We feel your pain Josh.

The one unique thing about this post is that I’m writing it from a work computer. Usually it takes me a few days on a particular ward to get comfortable enough to use the computers for non-work related stuff, but tonight I’m just tired and need to amuse myself.

Tonight is actually the last night I’m working this week, and I was looking forward to being on Level 7 again, since I’ve been there for the past 3 nights. Unfortunately for me, Roster Office decided to shaft (thanks goes to Steve for the language) me and send me to a different level instead.

After the initial “Gur gur gur…” (Sounds Brian makes when he’s not happy), this ward doesn’t seem so bad. There’s always something to do at the beginning of each hour, but nothing after a quarter past. Although I do miss the hours of chatting that the nurses on 7 and I used to do.

On the plus side the AIN assigned to work here with me is kinda cute. (Although I suppose that if you starve a dog enough he’ll eat anything. On second thought, a dog will eat anything anyway, so comparing me to a dog isn’t really that far from the truth.) Well that was a long aside.

Anyway it’s nearly my breaktime, so I’m off to share muffins with the nurses on Level 7.

Whoppee.

written by Brian \\ tags: night shift, tired, work

I have been sucked into the madness that is Ikea.

It’s nothing to be ashamed of, millions of other people have succumbed to the call of the giant store that sells furniture packaged in little boxes that the naive customer can assemble himself.

Things weren’t always like this.

I used to think that stuff from Ikea was plain, uninteresting and industrial, totally unsuited for the rooms that I lived in. Unfortunately for me, Ikea wasn’t exactly disinterested in me.

It went about pulling me in slowly, so slowly I didn’t even recognize what was happening. At first it was the casual one page ad in a magazine or newspaper. Next came a friend who happened to buy something from Ikea and couldn’t stop raving about it. (The lamp did look pretty cool though.)

The final stage of its three part plan to get me inside its doors came in the form of an article in Reader’s Digest, written by a man who had fallen victim to the giant that is Ikea. Reading about how the furniture from that store tortured the poor man was horrifying, but even after what he went through, he still loved the store.

And here I am now, bored and at work, clicking through the online catalogue, and finding that I actually like the stuff on the website. I think it can be said without any doubt that I’ll be inside an Ikea store before the week is out, no question about it.

The only thing that’s bothering me is knowing that putting that furniture together is going to be a bitch.

written by Brian \\ tags: furniture, ikea, shopping, work