Ask [formerly (formerly)] jim

[lukethedrifter]

After reading how the master handled his business at work the other day it became obvious that he needs to share some of that wisdom.


Q: jim, the other day at work we went to pick up a patient at a Nursing Home. The staff there was doing their best to kill the poor lady, attaching an AED when she was still breathing and talking and putting a breathing mask on her face but not attaching it to any oxygen. Here's what I said.
"Why don't you just put a goddam plastic bag over her head and be done with it?"

Help me improve my professionalism meanwhile helping me help them help the old lady who happened to need a little bit of oxygen.






EDIT: does the lack of response mean that an Ask Jim advice column is not an incredible idea?

[jim]

Our "serious" mistake and that serious mistake are on different levels. As long as the lady wasn't around to hear what you said, I think I would have said the same thing. And possibly called law enforcement.

[Cronos]

EDIT: does the lack of response mean that an Ask Jim advice column is not an incredible idea?

I'd read it.

[M1IRONMIKE]

Dear ask jim:

What Cardinal video should I have played when a teammate allowed me to be kicked out of a game for the something the aforementioned teammate said?

signed
"still scarred in springfield"

[StatmanCrothers]

dearest (formerly) jimme,

as ye well knowest, by royal decree within our own dukedom of Illinois (as be the case or not in each within the kingdom) smoking of tobacco be forbidden within 10 cubits of the alehouse entrance, much less within its very confines.

mayhap a fortnight past, being pass'd time to dine yet too early to sup, a fine mid-day I endeavor'd to spend quaffing the rum named well for that good merchant sea-man Morgan whilst I took quill in hand and endeavor'd to seek that communion with whatever fair Muse might choose to favor me (be I so blessed).

Consider upon my surprise, when fair buxom serving wench wrangled three knurlish patrons (all well into their cups and doubtless hoping to gaze more clearly into hers) to share her sin of smoke, in the very vestibule of the inn--a distance from my own body no further than could be step'd quickly by a dwarf jester in no less than two skips and mayhaps a final hop. Sulfurous fumes most vile did drive me to settle my bill of fare and seek my Muse elsewhere, in a manner most ill-timed and without regard for that modicum of etiquette I doth strive to keep as clothe for the demonic rage that e'er bubbles 'neath my troubled brow.

Know ye the constabulary, though nearby this inn, patrols not the vestibule for such smoky impertinence as that to which I bore witness, unless so directed by complaint of the citizenry, and such behavior by the otherwise comely wench seem'd to be no holiday's ill-conceived 'venture but rather more commonplace (tho mayhaps expect'd by the commonry who shared in her sin).

If but a perchance travellor come to her inn, I could mayhap choose in future travel to avoid travail by mapping a route which endeavored to skirt her ruffled skirts for some other hostelry, thus avoiding hostility. But, alas, said alehouse be no more distance from my own humble abode than a bard might safely stumble, fearing not for rogues and verily not risking loss of way. Sore put would I be to find a new home for my sagging buttock whilst I and the good Captain seek solace and inspiration, as blanke scrolls be filled with rapacious dreame.

What say ye of my course? Shall I subject myself to impure aires, or rather upset that familiare apple carte of mine peers by imposing mine own impish will? Or thirdly, castigate in solitude that invisible demon which ever strives to freeze the quill?

What say ye?

Most sincere, I implore,

Mark, Earl of Stat-shire

[JackofDiamonds]

dearest (formerly) jimme,

as ye well knowest, by royal decree within our own dukedom of Illinois (as be the case or not in each within the kingdom) smoking of tobacco be forbidden within 10 cubits of the alehouse entrance, much less within its very confines.

mayhap a fortnight past, being pass'd time to dine yet too early to sup, a fine mid-day I endeavor'd to spend quaffing the rum named well for that good merchant sea-man Morgan whilst I took quill in hand and endeavor'd to seek that communion with whatever fair Muse might choose to favor me (be I so blessed).

Consider upon my surprise, when fair buxom serving wench wrangled three knurlish patrons (all well into their cups and doubtless hoping to gaze more clearly into hers) to share her sin of smoke, in the very vestibule of the inn--a distance from my own body no further than could be step'd quickly by a dwarf jester in no less than two skips and mayhaps a final hop. Sulfurous fumes most vile did drive me to settle my bill of fare and seek my Muse elsewhere, in a manner most ill-timed and without regard for that modicum of etiquette I doth strive to keep as clothe for the demonic rage that e'er bubbles 'neath my troubled brow.

Know ye the constabulary, though nearby this inn, patrols not the vestibule for such smoky impertinence as that to which I bore witness, unless so directed by complaint of the citizenry, and such behavior by the otherwise comely wench seem'd to be no holiday's ill-conceived 'venture but rather more commonplace (tho mayhaps expect'd by the commonry who shared in her sin).

If but a perchance travellor come to her inn, I could mayhap choose in future travel to avoid travail by mapping a route which endeavored to skirt her ruffled skirts for some other hostelry, thus avoiding hostility. But, alas, said alehouse be no more distance from my own humble abode than a bard might safely stumble safely, fearing not for rogues and verily not risking loss of way. Sore put would I be to find a new home for my sagging buttock whilst I and the good Captain seek solace and inspiration, as blanke scrolls be filled with rapacious dreame.

What say ye of my course? Shall I subject myself to impure aires, or rather upset thee familiare apple carte of my peers by imposing my impish will? Or thirdly, castigate in solitude that invisible demon which ever strives to freeze the quill?

What say ye?

Most sincere, I implore,

Mark, Earl of Stat-shire

Someone's been reading Two Gentlemen of Lebowski.

[heyzeus]

Dear Jim;

Should I have kids or not? I want to, but I also don't want to give up, you know, everything that's awesome about life.

[Leroy]

jim/rat - What is your problem with Barney Fife?

[Freed Roger]

jim,
Mrs. jim wants to know when your going to take her ice skating again? oh yeah and bring her home a gallon of milk you meathead.

Freed.

[M1IRONMIKE]

dear jim,

I have been invited to go on a trip in a time machine. Where should I go?

signed,
puzzled in the present