tinhuvielartanis | Employment, Visitation, and Frightened Tugs

Off I dashed to Dollar General to see what the verdict was. Turns out one of the cashiers at the site I wanted to work at quit this morning, leaving the position open for....MEEEEEEEEE. I start Friday.

After getting the good news about the job, I toddled off to the hospital to look at Aunt Tudi bloat up on her adjustable bed. When I got there, I found she already had company in the shape of Stephanie and her daughter Ashley. So we visited and yucked it up for while until Ashley expressed her gnawing hunger. Aunt Tudi piped up and said she could really use a coffee. So off Stephanie, Ashley, and I went in search of noshable items and drinkable caffeine. We ended up at the tower café where we got foodstuffs and Starbucks.

On the way back to Aunt Tudi's room, we encountered a tug. A tug is a robot that transports medicine and whatnot from one point to another. It's a little robot that just scoots along and does it's thing. I wanted to film the tug, but as I got close to it, the little robot sped up. So I started chasing it, perhaps becoming the first robot paparazzi on Planet Earth. The results were apparently chuckle-worthy, as Stephanie told me that people walking down the hall watching the drama were laughing like hell.

That tug couldn't get away from me fast enough, poor thing. I feel like i victimised the little critter.

Here are some pictures from the hospital par-tay.

Auntie Tudi just lying there.

Aunt Tudi and Ashley

Steph and Ashley

Anyway, Aunt Tudi seemed in very good spirits. If things continue to go well, she may get to come home tomorrow, her medicines adjusted accordingly so this won't happen again. Another hurdle scaled. Time to sleep, dammit.