This week was most interesting so I will try to squeeze in one of the stories to start this blog:
Week started with traveling to a hospital to pick up a fetus in a mason jar for DNA testing...don't ask. It was 100+ degrees so I can't put into words how excited I was to have to pick up rotting flesh and transport it. After parking illegally almost getting hit by a car and asked "what chu want?" by a security guard.. I quickly made it into the facility. I sat quietly in a room with a blue carpet that had huge blood stains. While I was reminding myself to throw out my shoes a women entered with a f*cking CLEAR MASON JAR with the "specimen" in it and tried to hand it to me.. Really. Hand it, no gloves.. raw? PUKE so I did what any responsible person would do.. I pointed to my co-worker that was with me! We left with a bling smile and wink from the security guard and climbed into an elevator from 1961. The doors closed with me, Wendy, fetus and unknown woman inside. And that was it the door was closed but we weren't moving...stuck in an elevator, in the heat, with a stranger and dead fetus. We began to panic and then I said "well, at least we have food" and stared at the fetus in the CLEAR mason jar. The unknown woman, who we will call "Concepcion" did not smile and avoided eye contact for the rest of our 2 minute adventure.
The ride back to the city was uneventful except that the rotten red fetus fluid leaked out of the jar and looked like Chinese spare ribs.. and Wendy exclaimed "oh god I think I saw an arm!" I told her before we even started driving that I was concerned about the transport because we did not have a car seat? Evil Smile... she shook her head. We dropped off our new buddy and I lopped off my hands at the wrists.
You are gross!!!! :)
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