Chris Whiteneck here. I am a camera man and sound man on Dirty Jobs with the one and only Mike Rowe. It is one of the most intresting jobs. Because I am a camera man I have to tape Mike in the situations he gets himself into, meaning I have to go first. Which isn't always so much fun. Although I get to travel with him and the Crew everywhere. Such as the one time we headed down to Africa to flim shark week, but there was a delay so we went to APES, this place to rehablitate monkeys. The only problem was there were a few monkeys there that were perfectly healthy, like the crazy monkey Paddy. So I was in the bunk room and I left the door open and Paddy got in, he took a good bite out of my calf. So I was stranded in the middle of Africa, no good hospital to drive to in the middle of the night. I waited a whole 24 hours before going to the hospital.
Effie bit her lip slightly as she knelt against the ground and dropped her hands against the ground, plams pressing into the concrete and grass. She tilted her head to the side slightly, worriedly about what had really happened to him. The last time she did that, she had broken her arm. The time before that she had stupidly done with ice cream in her hand and landed face down in the ice cream which had been really good and a waste of money to have it land on the ground.
She sat back on her heels and sighed a bit. She glanced at the wrist without touching it and made a slight face. “You know what? I think you did too.” She said with a slight sigh. “Guess we gotta get this checked out huh?” A hint of amusement at his actions lingered in her voice and hse knew that he could tell. Not that it mattered. He would probably be laughing later on, just like she had.
Lisa was having a rather rough morning on this particular day. Her alarm clock was on the fritz and decided to not go off at all, leaving Lisa to fend for herself to wake up. Well she wasn't that good at getting up early in the morning. She rolled over to see the clock reading 9:06. She groaned a bit and rolled off the bed quickly, realizing she was suppose to be in at the office at 7:30 that morning. She took a quick shower and threw on a new dress and got around before skipping breakfast and her regular coffee and went off to work.
As soon as she got into her office and set everything down the head nurse Brenda came into her office, disheveled. Lisa sighed as she knew exactly what was about to be said. "We need help in the clinic..Dr. House isn't here yet..", she said softly, shrugging. Lisa groaned and rolled her eyes, "Of course he isn't..", she said before grabbing her lab coat and pulling it on and leaving the office. She grabbed the first file her hands found and didn't look at the file but at the exam room number and went into the room.
"Good morning..", she said with a cherry smile even though she was not in a very good mood she could always put on a smile as she worked. "So..what happened?", she asked as she sat down, opening the file and looking it over.
Reese was fairly disappointed to discover that this was definitely not where her bus was supposed to have ended up. The bus driver refused to admit there was a misunderstanding, and so she sat rather digruntled at the airport instead of the station to transfer busses to her apartment. What an inconvienence... Not that she actually had anything to do at home. She was just a mildly ticked off most of the time she was concious.
Glancing around, she sighed heavily as she realized she'd be waiting for another other (the second) transfer to take her to where she'd originally planned on heading for a long while. "The New York bus system has got to get their shit together." She mumbled, half talking to the man near her, half just musing out loud. She really wasn't sure if he'd been on the bus with her and sharing her frustration. She just couldn't recall who else had been sitting in the same vehicle as her for the last hour and a half. Well, if he was, then she wouldn't seem a tad bit crazy by complaining about shared circumstances. And... If he hadn't been through the same hectic morning as she had, then, well, everybody in New York was crazy anyway.
Catherine Willows sat at an outdoor cafe finishing up her lunch. She had been in the forum shops all day browsing around and buying god knows what when she realized she was hungry. so she went to her favorite little place on the strip. She loved to people watch and make conversation with the most random people. She sat back and sighed, looking around she locked eyes with a cute redheaded guy and smiled at him.
(Sotty I took so long to respond...I don't come on this account very much!)
Effie watched him curiously. She raised her eyebrows as she soon realized what he was about to do. Anyone who had done that enough, as a kid and as a 19 year old, knew that his actions would not only be somewhat stupid, but painful. “This is not good.” She muttered silently as she saw him take that leap. The second he landed, she rushed over, failing a clumsy moment quite gracefully. “You okay?” She asked rushing towards him and trying to hide the somewhat of an amusing look in her eyes. How many people actually acted the way he did? For that, she was glad. She doubted that she would ever truly stop being a kid. It was the best part of anything.
"Yeah...I actually dunno. Bought it off some guy who gave me a good price. Looks like crap, but..." He looked at the bike fondly. "Better than my old set of wheels." He shook his head. "Who are you?" he asked abruptly.
Effie laughed as she did a slight cartwheel. The soft grass under her hands felt great as it was still wet from the rain last night. True, she was probably going to get her jeans stained and what not, but she didn’t care. It seemed so minimal to worry about after the days she had been having. She slowly realized that it was true; she was back to herself. Hiding her true feelings from everybody by acting crazy. Perfect wasn’t it?
She glanced around the second she had fallen onto her back and pushed herself back up. In a small town like this, it was extremely rare that Effie didn’t notice someone that she didn’t recognize. But there was someone; looked slightly familiar in a way but she didn’t know how or why. She tilted her hair to the side, allowing her dark hair falling to the side of her face, framing it carefully. “Hmm.” She thought about weather she would or should go up to him or not. There was two types of people; one who were approachable like her, and others who would rather run away then confront themselves with more people. She wans’t sure what he was exactly.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Greg yelled, limping into the hospital parking lot as fast as he could, which wasn;t too fast. He gripped his cane tightly in his right hand and eventually got to him. "Hands AND eyes off the merchandise. My bike." he said like a four year old.
[1] Effie had always been the opposite of her sister. Where Lena was shy, Effie was a freekthinker and a rebel. Rebel in what ways, she had no idea, but that's what she was labled as. It wasn't like she got into too much trouble, like cops, FBi kind of trouble, but enough to take the attention off of her sister long enough for her mother to give her a 55 minute lecture. She loved her family, her sister just as much as anybody else loved thir own family, but she hated being tied down.
She was in collage now, a soon to be junior. She was 19 and had a great job. She was still a free thinker, usually doing stuff that would make her happy. She loved adventure, it was a part of her that would never leave. Even if it came to stuff that no one ever belived, she would still go. She was the type of person to not be shaken down by one downer in life, and rarely was she upset. She guessed that was what made her loveable..in not so mnay words.
Now, she was wandering around the streets, on a whim mainly on her grumbling stomach to find a place to eat. She had forgotten to get some groceries, just like most days and was, once again, eating out. Not that she minded. She loved treating herself every once in a while, it was a good thing.
[2] Looking up at a board, she saw she stood in front of an italian restuarant. Checking her jeans pockets to make sure she had enough many, which she thankfully did, she walked in and suddenly felt underdressed. THe people around her were in dresses and suits, and here she was in a jeans and a top. Sure the top was cute, but the jeans were...well, not what you'd wear to a ncie restuaruant.
Shrugging it off, she was shown to her table quickly and handed the menu. Now, all she wanted was someone interesting to walk through that door and talk to her about things that weren't so ordinary. She hated ordinary and sought to go away from it, but rarely did she come close. She hoped it would happen tonight. ANd if it didn't, she could at least make a new friend. After eating and dropping her bags off at home, she walked towards the park, skipping a little bit with a giggle. She was so happy and thrilled about everything going on, that she was willing to look like an idiot. Oh well.
She just didn’t want to continue having the same stupid memory of her bike crash. That rattled her, whether or not she chose to admit it outloud or not. Chances were she would never admit it. She scared the crap out of her family and friends not to mention half the stupid town who hadn known her since she was born. IT was crazy really. She just wanted a few moments to feel free. Enjoy the world.
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