And no, not that kind of facial, get your mind out of the gutter. It was a massage parlor/spa place. (Dammit, like I said not that kind.) Let me rephrase it again, it was a skin exfoliation.
I know what you’re thinking now. Scott Vouri would be the last person I’d think who’d ever have a skin exfoliation. Aren’t those for ‘bufties’ like Eric Bana and Brad Pitt and not for a true man like him? Haha, I digress.
So, about a month or two ago, I asked my mother to schedule an appointment per my ex-girlfriend to beautify my skin. Well, I forgot about it until my mother reminded me last night that I had one the next day.
Honestly, I could go into detail but that would not only bore you but it would bore me as well. So I will not continue with it to prevent myself from falling asleep on the keyboard leading to: dlfkhakjdhgkajsdhglkjhdfgkjsdhkljfghasdkjghksjhgkjdshgkjshadgkjhsdkghsdkhgkjsdhgkjsdhkjghsadkjhg.
After she was done she recommended using a cream in the morning followed by an exfolient and topped off with a skin mask once weekly (but using it every three days would of course work better). Or…she was going to make a deal with me. She could customize my lotions/cream et cetera by combining two of them together to decrease one step of the daily process. How thoughtful! To this, I simply said no, but my thoughts were far more hysterical and worth listening to.
What I thought (and if my testicles were the size of watermelons, what I would have said):
“Sorry ma’am, I’m not an upper-class person living at the American Gardens Building, big-shot business man for a multi-million dollar company from the 1980s, who enjoys the stylistic tunes of Huey Lewis and the News and Genesis, and constantly has a stash of video tapes that need to be returned. And sorry ma’am, I typically stop doing stomach crunches at 100…I can’t quite get up to that 1000 milestone. (See American Psycho).
I will leave you with this. A combination of having your hair held back with a towel and a steamer will result in Kramer hair, which is always a positive situation.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Blue Tooth
I wrote this the other day in Philly but I decided to hold off on the post. It is one of my typical rants about nothing, but looking back when it was completed, I felt it had a message.
Have you ever considered the Blue Tooth headset and its contribution to society? We all understand some of the benefits of this quirky aurical device: safety (while driving a vehicle), ease of mobility (being able to use both hands and yap away on the cell phone), and finally, the ability to multi-task (which, of course, leads back to mobility). We are also aware of how freaking annoying they are. You know, giving people the idea that it is chic to wear it, maybe even to accessorize it with clothing…yippee! But most importantly the ability to talk loudly without anyone around to talk to!
This brings me to my point. A benefit, which I believe, has been probably only thought of by a few, including me, which is the Blue Tooth’s potential to mask those who aren’t ‘socially normal.” These disorders are schizophrenia, split personality, and paranoid individual who are incessantly talking to themselves. As a whole, our society pursues normality. Anything that does not all into this category scares us, and makes us feel uncomfortable. Think about it. How would you feel if a person with obvious mental issues sat next to you on a bus and started orating away about absolutely nothing in particular? Pretty excited, right? Doubt it. Now let us flip it. How about if a business person was on the bus babbling away with a Blue Tooth? I mean, it may make you feel annoyed but certainly not uncomfortable.
Eureka! I think you see where I am going.
How about we give these devices to people with social disorders? Therefore, when we see a person with one of the unfortunate diseases with a Blue Tooth, we can just safely assume that they are on a business call. Ahh, to be blissfully ignorant, isn’t that every American’s dream?
While we are on the subject, how about I throw a few more ideas of mine at you to ponder on? Let’s start hanging up pictures of pink kittens and blue puppies all over Darfur or even princesses and ponies over the grave sites of innocent Iraqi women and children murdered during this hemorrhage of American life we call a war?
The things we choose to ignore, what could make life any better?
Have you ever considered the Blue Tooth headset and its contribution to society? We all understand some of the benefits of this quirky aurical device: safety (while driving a vehicle), ease of mobility (being able to use both hands and yap away on the cell phone), and finally, the ability to multi-task (which, of course, leads back to mobility). We are also aware of how freaking annoying they are. You know, giving people the idea that it is chic to wear it, maybe even to accessorize it with clothing…yippee! But most importantly the ability to talk loudly without anyone around to talk to!
This brings me to my point. A benefit, which I believe, has been probably only thought of by a few, including me, which is the Blue Tooth’s potential to mask those who aren’t ‘socially normal.” These disorders are schizophrenia, split personality, and paranoid individual who are incessantly talking to themselves. As a whole, our society pursues normality. Anything that does not all into this category scares us, and makes us feel uncomfortable. Think about it. How would you feel if a person with obvious mental issues sat next to you on a bus and started orating away about absolutely nothing in particular? Pretty excited, right? Doubt it. Now let us flip it. How about if a business person was on the bus babbling away with a Blue Tooth? I mean, it may make you feel annoyed but certainly not uncomfortable.
Eureka! I think you see where I am going.
How about we give these devices to people with social disorders? Therefore, when we see a person with one of the unfortunate diseases with a Blue Tooth, we can just safely assume that they are on a business call. Ahh, to be blissfully ignorant, isn’t that every American’s dream?
While we are on the subject, how about I throw a few more ideas of mine at you to ponder on? Let’s start hanging up pictures of pink kittens and blue puppies all over Darfur or even princesses and ponies over the grave sites of innocent Iraqi women and children murdered during this hemorrhage of American life we call a war?
The things we choose to ignore, what could make life any better?
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Take this with a grain of salt...
To whom it may concern:
Please, before saying this previously stated line, pause, and see if it's really essential to the point you are trying to make. If it is, I would prefer you to punch me in the stomach instead. That would hurt much less!
Thanks,
Scott Vouri
Please, before saying this previously stated line, pause, and see if it's really essential to the point you are trying to make. If it is, I would prefer you to punch me in the stomach instead. That would hurt much less!
Thanks,
Scott Vouri
The red coats are coming?
No, the British aren't attacking, but it is still a very serious concern of mine. My concern being, what is with the influx of the red, wool, winter jackets this year? I mean, I'm no fashion guru, but isn't it hard to "match" clothing with a red coat? Aren't you limiting your daily clothing options with such a vibrant accessory for warmth? Well, unless of course, you can afford one jacket per outfit ($$$?). Where does this stem from? Did some big shot model in France where one during some posh runway show? Maybe? Better yet, did Paris Hilton wear it? No way, it never gets cold enough in LA for that?
I got it! I think it comes from that sexy cat Gov. Sarah Palin, and her power red suits. What do you think? Well, I sure hope it is. Knowing that and laughing each time I see one would make life, solely regarding the sight of these red coats (of course), truly special.
I got it! I think it comes from that sexy cat Gov. Sarah Palin, and her power red suits. What do you think? Well, I sure hope it is. Knowing that and laughing each time I see one would make life, solely regarding the sight of these red coats (of course), truly special.
I wish people could spell...
Ironic title, eh? Especially since I can't spell worth a piece of crap, right Lorenz? Anyway, there is humor involved, although, it was more of an "in the moment humor."
Friday was the last day of our (JR and me) rotation at Suburban Hospital. The people there are so very gracious. The staff in the Cardio-thoracic unit (yes, Connors, we have a CTU in the hospital!) had such a nice little going away soiree for with a vegetable platter, finger foods, and cake. However, you think with degrees in nursing they would have an ability to spell. I mean, I think a child at an elementary school wouldn't JR or Scott "C-A-R-O-L!" Baaaa-zzzzing.
The same day...
I went to talk to a patient about her Coumadin, but she decided she wanted to know every about all her medications. Fair enough. She told me she came in with a UTI (urinary tract infection), in which she was placed on an antibiotic. She told me, she has been weak in the knees since she has been taking it and wondered if it was the antibiotic that would be causing her knees to be weak. So I responded confidently with this:
"No ma'am, the antibiotic won't cause you to be "weak in the knees' and it certainly isn't me, I'm not good looking enough to make you weak in the knees!"
She replied, "Don't be silly, you are very good looking.
Yes, this did actually happen...funny things happen when you are in a really good mood.
later that night....
I was at Connors' place watching the latest season of Scrubs. During this course of viewage, I began having to pee every 15 minutes. So I said, "Man, if I keep this up, I'm probably going to have to piss on the train."
Without hesitating Connors replied, "Well, I hope you're able to find 'train-drain!'"
I literally fell over laughing.
Friday was the last day of our (JR and me) rotation at Suburban Hospital. The people there are so very gracious. The staff in the Cardio-thoracic unit (yes, Connors, we have a CTU in the hospital!) had such a nice little going away soiree for with a vegetable platter, finger foods, and cake. However, you think with degrees in nursing they would have an ability to spell. I mean, I think a child at an elementary school wouldn't JR or Scott "C-A-R-O-L!" Baaaa-zzzzing.
The same day...
I went to talk to a patient about her Coumadin, but she decided she wanted to know every about all her medications. Fair enough. She told me she came in with a UTI (urinary tract infection), in which she was placed on an antibiotic. She told me, she has been weak in the knees since she has been taking it and wondered if it was the antibiotic that would be causing her knees to be weak. So I responded confidently with this:
"No ma'am, the antibiotic won't cause you to be "weak in the knees' and it certainly isn't me, I'm not good looking enough to make you weak in the knees!"
She replied, "Don't be silly, you are very good looking.
Yes, this did actually happen...funny things happen when you are in a really good mood.
later that night....
I was at Connors' place watching the latest season of Scrubs. During this course of viewage, I began having to pee every 15 minutes. So I said, "Man, if I keep this up, I'm probably going to have to piss on the train."
Without hesitating Connors replied, "Well, I hope you're able to find 'train-drain!'"
I literally fell over laughing.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
My first of many thanks to google reader
Lorenz just got me set up with google reader about two days ago. It has taken time to add various sources of news interesting to me or I feel I should be reading (ie The Economist). Anyway for my news sources I settled on Reuters, AP news, LA times, NY times, BBC news, Newsweek, and NPR news. I'm going to holla at my boys from BBC for their article "West-Side is the Best" ("Ali G" Indahouse). An article like this would never make in States with our liberal media and all that hub-bub.
So before I reveal this article, I want to explain my vision of how I will present this article. I've decided to paste the entire article after the link and insert my own personal commentary to the situation. I don't know how it will work, and I hope everyone enjoys!
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/technology/7725328.stm
So before I reveal this article, I want to explain my vision of how I will present this article. I've decided to paste the entire article after the link and insert my own personal commentary to the situation. I don't know how it will work, and I hope everyone enjoys!
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/technology/7725328.stm
Hordes greet Warcraft expansion
More than 2,000 people waited outside an Oxford Street store in central London, in advance of a special midnight opening. (This is what I like to call "Bully Heaven")
Similar launch events are being held in North America, Taiwan, and South Korea.
The Wrath of the Lich King includes a bonus continent for high-level players, a plethora of new enemies, extra equipment, spells, and new professions. (I sure hope the creators hooked up with Tracy Jordan to add porn...it would be like killing two birds with one stone for these guys.)
The expansion also gives players the chance to take on a new type of character known as a Death Knight.
On the stroke of midnight, players - many of whom had queued for hours - got to pick up a copy of the game signed by the developers.(Ahh "stroke"...that's what I like to call foreshadowing! Please continue.)
Scott Hamshere, from Bromley, should have been the first person in the UK with a copy of the game. He had started queuing at 6am and was the first in line. However, as the barriers were lifted, it was all too much, and he collapsed from exhaustion.(This is what happens when you are not used to physical activity and have your mom change your bed pan daily.)
Instead it was 23-year-old Ben West, from Greenwich, who became the first person to own the game. Speaking to the BBC he said that it all came as a real shock.(To quote the movie "Waiting"..."WHOOO! That's like being the smartest kid with Down syndrome!")
"Up until that point it was a bit of an anti-climax in some respects. I expected to be second in line, and when I was first it was a real surprise," he said.(Chicks, ohh excuses me, elvish princesses certainly dig a gold medal in WarCraft!)
"I really feel for Scott, he was a real trooper, but in the end I think it just overwhelmed him. But we got chatting in the queue, he rang me afterwards, and we're going to meet up for a drink at some point."(I wonder if it will be Juicy-Juice or Mondo Fruit Squeezers?)
For the vast majority of people, the night was an entertaining one, with many players saying they were going to play Warcraft all night once they got back home.(Boss: The economy is failing and there will be a lot of downsizing, but please...show absolutely no interest in your career and take off tomorrow so you can play your game. Don't bother showing up on Monday, your job will be given to Janani over in India. Yeah, I totally incorporated outsourcing in this joke.)
Developed by Blizzard Entertainment and launched in 2004, World of Warcraft has grown into one of the most popular of all online games, with more than 11m registered players.(None of whom have seen a vagina...partial props to my boy Tosh)
"We've been looking forward to this launch event all year," said Blizzard's chief executive Mike Morhaime.(You may not have pick this up, but there is a pun in this quotes. "Looking forward to this launch" translates to: The biggest simaltaneous ejaculation by Nerds since the men of Lambda Lambda Lambda set up hidden cameras in the Pi Delta Pi house.)
"This is one of the few opportunities we get to meet with players in person."(This one writes itself)
| | NEW CONTENT IN LICH KING New continent of Northrend Level cap increased to 80 New high-level Death Knight character class Introduction of "Inscription" profession New enemy: The undead armies of the Lich King Introduction of siege weapons New player-vs-player battlefields |
The main focus of the expansion is the Lich King himself, Arthas Menethil, who many will recognise from Blizzard's real-time PC strategy games set in the Warcraft world. (If you say Lich King fast it sounds like "Licking" these creators must be so alone.)
Much of the content in the add-on game involves battling against the army of undead that Arthas controls.(Fuck reality...I'm fighting the army of the undead!)
Alongside the new content, Blizzard is also expected to start updating the graphics engine for WoW, making its cartoon-like imagery more realistic.(Like Tom Hanks in "Polar Express..."this is another 30 rock reference)
The new expansion pack will cost £24.99. However, it also requires a copy of the original game, the Burning Crusade expansion and a monthly subscription of £8.99.(Sorry friends, the price of your dignity is £50.99/month.)
In order to experience much of the expansion content including the Death Knight class, users need to be at a minimum of level 55 - meaning that novice and low-level players may have some work to do.(Dear author, These guys don't need anymore encouragement...couldn't you mention sunshine or babbling brooks (what did I say?) so at some point in time. Shouldn't you put a snipet of reality in this article in attempts to prove there is life outside of QWERTY?)
An email response...
Sorry Nick and Josh, but I think the possible one other person who may read this blog should get an opportunity to read it...
I don't think I've ever seen this movie (Mac and Me), but after a quick youtube search I saw the wheelchair off the cliff scene (as mentioned on Conan O'Brien when Paul Rudd visits). A related video linked me to Mac and Me full McDonald's dance, and I, of course, had to take a quick look...it was awesome!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NdvO0tmNjGo&feature=related
Unfortunately something like this would never happen again, and here are a five reasons why:
1) Due to the increase in childhood obesity, this seen would either be cut to 3 minutes shorter (or there would need to be three shifts of kids to sub in and out...similar to hockey)
2) McDonald's employees dancing on the job...no sir, not during this economic recession. I don't think they would want to be replaced by Communcations Majors...
3) They don't make high-top Reeboks like they did in the 80s...there would be a definite increase in sprained ankles.
4) This isn't a Filopino prison (see: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hMnk7lh9M3o )
5) One can only assume Ronald McDonald is dead...the Grimace must have gotten to him by now!
I don't think I've ever seen this movie (Mac and Me), but after a quick youtube search I saw the wheelchair off the cliff scene (as mentioned on Conan O'Brien when Paul Rudd visits). A related video linked me to Mac and Me full McDonald's dance, and I, of course, had to take a quick look...it was awesome!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?
Unfortunately something like this would never happen again, and here are a five reasons why:
1) Due to the increase in childhood obesity, this seen would either be cut to 3 minutes shorter (or there would need to be three shifts of kids to sub in and out...similar to hockey)
2) McDonald's employees dancing on the job...no sir, not during this economic recession. I don't think they would want to be replaced by Communcations Majors...
3) They don't make high-top Reeboks like they did in the 80s...there would be a definite increase in sprained ankles.
4) This isn't a Filopino prison (see: http://www.youtube.com/watch?
5) One can only assume Ronald McDonald is dead...the Grimace must have gotten to him by now!
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
So I made a patient cry today...
Well this time, its just not a catchy title...
Today is Wednesday, so it would have been on Monday I went to counsel a patient on a blood thinner he needed to take. This was a unique patient because he was previously on this medication and his blood got too thin which lead to a gastric hemorrhage (stomach bleed). However, he needs to continue on this medication because he had atrial fibrillation (rapid heart flutter) which predisposed him (certainly due to his age:83) to strokes.
Anyway, he was really worried and nervous about this drug because he really didn't want to bleed again. So I spent about 30 minutes (normal is 10 minutes) talking to him about the importance of this drug and even if there is an increase chance of bleeding, there is a decrease chance of stroke (and please take into consideration its a lot easier to reverse a bleed than to reverse a stroke). He was still hesitant as I left.
I came back on Tuesday (when counseling, we only see a patient once, so this is definitely an exception.) I brought 4 different articles for him to read (ranging from 4 pages to 25 pages) which is well beyond the typical 3 pages of literature we hand out. He was really happy with this and excited to go over some new reading material.
Today, I came by to check on him for a final time (3 days in a row is absolutely unheard of in the world of pharmacy). At this point in time, he began to remind me of my grandfather, and I actually think I started looking at him as if he was. Then finally he told me:
"I was hesitant at first about taking this medication, but after talking to you, I will definitely take it. You had great points why to take this, and I will risk the chance of a bleed to prevent a stroke. You know, you should be a salesman for this drug, you definitely convinced me."
"No sir, a not a salesperson because I don't get paid more if more people take this medication. Your safety is enough of a payment for me." (Yeah, I really did go corny here.)
Then his eyes started to water, looked up to me, and just said "Thanks."
I actually began to tear up as well. I honestly felt that helping this person out was one of the most rewarding experiences I've had in my life. I actually got a 'high' off of pharmacy. Now how many people can say that about their job? :)
On a different topic: When stereotypes are true, they are hilarious. (And very 'blue couchish' and shall not be written about any further!)
Today is Wednesday, so it would have been on Monday I went to counsel a patient on a blood thinner he needed to take. This was a unique patient because he was previously on this medication and his blood got too thin which lead to a gastric hemorrhage (stomach bleed). However, he needs to continue on this medication because he had atrial fibrillation (rapid heart flutter) which predisposed him (certainly due to his age:83) to strokes.
Anyway, he was really worried and nervous about this drug because he really didn't want to bleed again. So I spent about 30 minutes (normal is 10 minutes) talking to him about the importance of this drug and even if there is an increase chance of bleeding, there is a decrease chance of stroke (and please take into consideration its a lot easier to reverse a bleed than to reverse a stroke). He was still hesitant as I left.
I came back on Tuesday (when counseling, we only see a patient once, so this is definitely an exception.) I brought 4 different articles for him to read (ranging from 4 pages to 25 pages) which is well beyond the typical 3 pages of literature we hand out. He was really happy with this and excited to go over some new reading material.
Today, I came by to check on him for a final time (3 days in a row is absolutely unheard of in the world of pharmacy). At this point in time, he began to remind me of my grandfather, and I actually think I started looking at him as if he was. Then finally he told me:
"I was hesitant at first about taking this medication, but after talking to you, I will definitely take it. You had great points why to take this, and I will risk the chance of a bleed to prevent a stroke. You know, you should be a salesman for this drug, you definitely convinced me."
"No sir, a not a salesperson because I don't get paid more if more people take this medication. Your safety is enough of a payment for me." (Yeah, I really did go corny here.)
Then his eyes started to water, looked up to me, and just said "Thanks."
I actually began to tear up as well. I honestly felt that helping this person out was one of the most rewarding experiences I've had in my life. I actually got a 'high' off of pharmacy. Now how many people can say that about their job? :)
On a differ
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Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Sometimes words can't describe true pain...
Today is a sad day for me.
I was not aware until a text from my sister within the hour that today, November 11, 2008, was the release date for Scrubs Season 7. She sent me a text asking how many of episodes of Scrubs I watched so far today. And even though I did catch an episode today on Comedy Central, none, however, were of this most current season.
This is opposed to last year, when Lorenz and I watched the entire Season 6 straight through (minus a small dinner break/caffeine bolus) until 2:30AM.
Now I will take a melatonin to aid in sleep because if I don't, I will be up all night tossing and turning thinking about what might have been!
(sigh)
On a happy side note, after viewing the price on Best Buy's website($19.99), I noticed Rowdy (or possibly it was Stephen) made the cover of the DVD set. Thank you, whoever creates these boxes. You saved me from inevitability of becoming dehydrated from the amount of tears that would have be shed. Once again, thanks!
I was not aware until a text from my sister within the hour that today, November 11, 2008, was the release date for Scrubs Season 7. She sent me a text asking how many of episodes of Scrubs I watched so far today. And even though I did catch an episode today on Comedy Central, none, however, were of this most current season.
This is opposed to last year, when Lorenz and I watched the entire Season 6 straight through (minus a small dinner break/caffeine bolus) until 2:30AM.
Now I will take a melatonin to aid in sleep because if I don't, I will be up all night tossing and turning thinking about what might have been!
(sigh)
On a happy side note, after viewing the price on Best Buy's website($19.99), I noticed Rowdy (or possibly it was Stephen) made the cover of the DVD set. Thank you, whoever creates these boxes. You saved me from inevitability of becoming dehydrated from the amount of tears that would have be shed. Once again, thanks!
Monday, November 10, 2008
Monday, November 3, 2008
Frazzles
My second post of the day, following my nice 6:20AM one this morning.
Anyway, I'm sitting at "The Bou" (the new nickname I came up with 10 minutes ago for Caribou Coffee). For the correct pronunciation please see
Let's start this sucker off with my random thought of the day! (cue Monty Python-esque horns).
I was thinking about the election and the possibility of intimidation at the polls. It is illegal to scare people away from voting using force, strength, scare tactics, yadda yadda yadda.
But I wonder the legality of using "cute tactics" to persuade votes?
My first question is how close can children be to polling areas? If it's close I will continue...
I feel, if a cute little kid came up to me wearing a "I wuv Obama" shirt and said, "Pwease sir, will you vote for Brockie Bama?" I would throw out all research and logical thought I put into the process and cast my vote for the senator from Illinois. On the other hand, if a child came up to me and said, "S'cuse me sir, I want to go to college when I get older, will you vote for Senatwor MacCain?" I would telling the person at the exit poll the the Maverick was my man.
I mean seriously? Why aren't these tactics used? There has got to be more people out there besides me that will get thwarted by cuteness prior to 'pulling the lever."
Alright, so I actually have a serious post (but don't worry I will interject some humor, because it just wouldn't be me.)
Today, I was doing some Coumadin counseling (for the lay person, pharmacy jibber jabber). The patient was an elderly Greek gentleman who was unable to communicate so I talked to his wife. Because of HIPAA (a privacy act regarding pharmacy jibber jabber) I will call her Mrs. "P." After finding out that I was a pharmacy student, Mrs. P asked me why it takes so long to get a prescription filled. It took about 5 minutes of explanation until she realized and understood. Then she asked me what I wanted to do with my career so I explained that as well in another 10 minutes, followed by an additional 10 minutes of explanation for the drug. I said my good-byes and was about to move to the next patient when she told me to hold on a second. So I came back in and listened.
Mrs. P asked if I was married? No.
And then she looked deep into my eyes, maybe even my soul and said something in Greek.
She asked if I knew what that meant? No.
Mrs. P explained to me it translates to "I wish you good fate in marriage." And she added in English that I will need to look outside the box to find her.
I said thank you and walked away. As I walked away, I felt different, like something was ignited within (and hopefully not gas...gosh, sometimes I just can't help it!). I truly felt like something is different, but there is only one way to find out...go out and live life.
Wow, a serious story with only 3 jokes...not bad at all! (pat on the back).
Whelp, off to write a paper on incentive spirometry and a start a presentation on Rapaflo or Cystic Fibrosis. Yippee!
Anyway, I'm sitting at "The Bou" (the new nickname I came up with 10 minutes ago for Caribou Coffee). For the correct pronunciation please see
Let's start this sucker off with my random thought of the day! (cue Monty Python-esque horns).
I was thinking about the election and the possibility of intimidation at the polls. It is illegal to scare people away from voting using force, strength, scare tactics, yadda yadda yadda.
But I wonder the legality of using "cute tactics" to persuade votes?
My first question is how close can children be to polling areas? If it's close I will continue...
I feel, if a cute little kid came up to me wearing a "I wuv Obama" shirt and said, "Pwease sir, will you vote for Brockie Bama?" I would throw out all research and logical thought I put into the process and cast my vote for the senator from Illinois. On the other hand, if a child came up to me and said, "S'cuse me sir, I want to go to college when I get older, will you vote for Senatwor MacCain?" I would telling the person at the exit poll the the Maverick was my man.
I mean seriously? Why aren't these tactics used? There has got to be more people out there besides me that will get thwarted by cuteness prior to 'pulling the lever."
Alright, so I actually have a serious post (but don't worry I will interject some humor, because it just wouldn't be me.)
Today, I was doing some Coumadin counseling (for the lay person, pharmacy jibber jabber). The patient was an elderly Greek gentleman who was unable to communicate so I talked to his wife. Because of HIPAA (a privacy act regarding pharmacy jibber jabber) I will call her Mrs. "P." After finding out that I was a pharmacy student, Mrs. P asked me why it takes so long to get a prescription filled. It took about 5 minutes of explanation until she realized and understood. Then she asked me what I wanted to do with my career so I explained that as well in another 10 minutes, followed by an additional 10 minutes of explanation for the drug. I said my good-byes and was about to move to the next patient when she told me to hold on a second. So I came back in and listened.
Mrs. P asked if I was married? No.
And then she looked deep into my eyes, maybe even my soul and said something in Greek.
She asked if I knew what that meant? No.
Mrs. P explained to me it translates to "I wish you good fate in marriage." And she added in English that I will need to look outside the box to find her.
I said thank you and walked away. As I walked away, I felt different, like something was ignited within (and hopefully not gas...gosh, sometimes I just can't help it!). I truly felt like something is different, but there is only one way to find out...go out and live life.
Wow, a serious story with only 3 jokes...not bad at all! (pat on the back).
Whelp, off to write a paper on incentive spirometry and a start a presentation on Rapaflo or Cystic Fibrosis. Yippee!
Listener Complaint
Dear WASH-FM,
I hate to inform you, but I will no longer be listening to your station. I mean after what song was played this morning, I don't know how anyone can listen to your station. I dealt with the nails on a chalkboard sounds of Fergie's "Big Girls Don't Cry" twice a week for the last two months. But that was cancelled out by the delicious and delightful sounds of Delilah during the evening. So I've been okay.
Anyway, I am very sorry you played Lou Bega's "Mambo No. 5." That was the straw that broke the horse's back. I feel the need to tell you this to prevent future significant drops in your ratings which this undoubtedly caused.
I must go now and get some tissues for my bleeding ears.
Scott Martin Vouri
I hate to inform you, but I will no longer be listening to your station. I mean after what song was played this morning, I don't know how anyone can listen to your station. I dealt with the nails on a chalkboard sounds of Fergie's "Big Girls Don't Cry" twice a week for the last two months. But that was cancelled out by the delicious and delightful sounds of Delilah during the evening. So I've been okay.
Anyway, I am very sorry you played Lou Bega's "Mambo No. 5." That was the straw that broke the horse's back. I feel the need to tell you this to prevent future significant drops in your ratings which this undoubtedly caused.
I must go now and get some tissues for my bleeding ears.
Scott Martin Vouri
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