When The Lights Go Dark…

When I came into work on Thursday, I knew something was off.  I couldn’t put my finger on it exactly.  I went through the normal routine-opened the door to the clinic, put my phone and keys my desk drawer, turned on my computer…  Only, I must not have hit the button to turn on the computer, since it didn’t turn on.  I push it again.  Nothing happens.  Then I realize why I was having that feeling–no lights were on, the computer wouldn’t turn on… Something was off.  Literally.  As in, the power.

Normally this wouldn’t be that big of a deal–it just means that I don’t have to answer any phone calls or do any real work.  Sweet.  The problem, though, is that it was Thursday, and Thursdays are one of our biggest days seeing patients.  But we have no power, and not all of the rooms have windows.  Oh, and did I mention how the schedules with all of the patients’ names and information is located solely on the computer?

Most offices would just close down for the day and post a sign on the front door letting everyone know what the deal was.  But we are not just any office!  We would treat people even if we don’t know who they are or can’t see where we are sticking the needles*!  This made life a bit difficult for me.  Now, I’m a pretty adaptable guy, going with the flow and all that.  Luckily, everyone else who works here is too, along with all the patients.  They were all very intrigued with the whole situation, especially so for the patients who received treatments later in the day when they had to be treated by candle light.

This was particularly interesting given that the faculty acupuncturist for the day was J.  He is in his mid-30s and, as far as I know, is still a very eligible bachelor.  Or at least thats how he comes off.  He is an awesome guy and jokes around quite a lot which makes working with him fun, though sometimes he pays for it.  There has been more than one occasion where his humor has been described as “unprofessional,” though never by any of his patients.  So of course, he had fun with the whole treatment by candle light thing.  And who can blame him?  I would have too.

The only other realization that I had Thursday is that I now understand why people who lived 300 years ago and before were so smart.  This is because, aside from making sure they had enough to eat every day, they only had two other ways in which to spend their free time-sex and reading.  And, presumably, since sex would get boring after a while, they had books.  This is what I had on Thursday.  Books, I mean, not sex.  I think it would be a bit inappropriate to have sex where I work, especially with everyone coming and going all day (I know, bad joke).  I literally read almost all day, completing about 5 days of my usual reading volume in one.  If I got rid of the internet and Blockbuster online, I have no doubt that I would be one of the smartest people in the world.  Or at least one of the most well read.  But as Nietzsche pointed out, all humans share the propensity towards laziness, and that, unfortunately, includes me.

Though I am trying to discipline myself a little more in that area-for instance, I have finally made a timetable for all the stuff I need to get done before I go to grad school.  And, while I would like to say that watching Love and Death is on that list, I guess that no matter how hard I try, I still just like being lazy sometimes.

*This isn’t exactly true.  We knew who they were-I asked.  And, by the light of 100 candles, the rooms were lit enough to see what was going on.  I don’t want you to think we just play voodoo here, stabbing people with needles at random…

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~ by sisypheanfeat on 11 October, 2008.

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