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Next weekend we have MedFest so that will be completely awesome :-)
Things went... interesting lol...
( Photos of bellydancers under the cut!! )
- Mood:
excited
- Mood:
giggly
Q: List allergies (food/ drug):
A: Everything.
Hmmm, that doesn't seem to be in my data-base.
- Mood: amused
Self-righteous U-district bike rider, you're one of us.
And like you, we... oh wait. You don't own a car. You don't need our product. But you better pray that that SUV you just dove in front of has Pemco because next time they might not be so quick on the brake.
And you thump my car again, I'll thump you WITH my car. Jerk.
On a more positive note, I heard a public service announcement on the radio decrying the use of "That's so gay." Two thumbs up, sez I.
When I was in middle school we owned a sort of farm, with several animals, including goats, sheep, cows, horses, pigs, turkeys, chickens, and ducks. Feeding all of these critters was incredibly expensive so my dad figured out that on the way back from his "real job" he could swing through the back of a grocery store (I think he used to hit the Stock Market that was in Gig Harbor, and I know he was hitting an Albertson's somewhere too) and go through their dumpsters and if he hit it at about the right time, he would catch all the produce they were getting rid of for the day. So all the animals would eat well. In time he started bring back stuff like potato chips that were past their "peak of freshness" and such. We didn't particularly care, it was free food.
I think my folks had some kind of idea that when we moved from University Place to the Key Peninsula they were going to be some sort of pioneer and live off the land. We had a lot of books about "living simply" and raising your own food and stuff like that. Although, if you know my mother, you would know that the idea of her "living simply" is a bit of a joke. She is of the sort that think "camping" involves either an RV or a 4-star hotel. Although I guess dumpster diving is in a way "living off the land." Especially when Albertson's is throwing away perfectly good potato chips.
- Mood: calm
Does anybody have any idea how to get caramel candy out of a carpet without damaging the damn thing? We have tried freezing it and Resolve, and no luck so far. I wish I could tell you this was the result of an experimental romp, but alas, it is the result of a candy hoarding 8 year old. And it would be nice to actually get a damage deposit back on an apartment for once in my life.
- Mood:
aggravated
At any rate. It's safe to put Maddie on the floor again. Although she has been pulling herself to standing on all the furniture. So I suppose we aren't so very far from the next great adventure..... walking. Wheeeeeeeeeeeee......
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blah
2. There is apparently a tank full of leeches on the premises. I have yet to see it, and really have no desire to whatsoever.
3. If you cry the first time they ask you to deliver leeches to the 4th floor, they never ask you again.
4. Knowing the difference between aspirin and tylenol is not as common as one may think.
5. The machines that store the medicine are accessed using my fingerprint. So if anybody wants to steal drugs, all they have to do is.... cut off my finger.
6. If you sneeze, you don't have to do deliveries.
7. Some parents hate their children and give them horrible names that my coworkers and I giggle about, but thanks to HIPAA, I'm not allowed to share these with you.
8. The comment "I have discharge today" refers to a job assignment, not a medical condition that might possibly require antibiotics.
9. I type the word "constipation" a lot too.
10. One of my coworkers was asked out by one of the security guards. He apparently watches her on the security cameras. She thinks this is endearing. I find it creepy and rather stalkerish.
11. One would think that medical professionals with 5 - 10 years of higher education would know how to pee into the toilet and not all over the floor or seat. One would be wrong.
12. I recieved an order today that instructed the patient to take her medication through 4/31. Probably written by one of the same medical professionals who can't hit the 1 foor diameter circle right in front of them.
13. One should be wary of laxative suppositories with names like "Magic Bullet."
14. Boston Butt Cream is a real medication listed on our formulary.
- Mood:
contemplative
My iPod has favorite songs. It's current favorite is "Fat Bottomed Girls" by Queen. I like to set it to shuffle mode, and everytime I charge it, it resets the shuffle, and one of the first songs to play is ALWAYS "Fat Bottom Girls." Seriously. Every goddam time.
Okay, iPod, I get it. I have a fat ass. I'm working on it, you judgemental prick. Fucker.
- Mood:
devious
At work I spend my days inputting data off patient med list forms. Exciting, right? Sometimes people write goofy stuff on their forms, I can only assume in the hopes that some poor schmuck in my position will get a laugh off of it. The most common places for these wierd assertions is in the allergies section, but the second most popular is in the section that asks if the patient is pregnant or considering becoming pregnant. These questions print on every form regardless of sex or age, and many times people will circle "no" very darkly, or put exclamation points after it, or point out that they are 90 yrs old or a man or something. Some people seem truly offended by the question. But today my coworker showed me a form she recieved where the patient had circled "no" then written next to it "My uterus is in a jar on my bookshelf." Oh dear gods and all the powers that be..... please let her be joking.... It would be quite the conversation piece though....
- Mood: amused
At what point did the definition of the verb "pimp" change from "to whore out women" to "to make fancy?" And when did it become so much a part of the common vernacular that I just heard it used in a commercial for a Disney movie???
- Mood:
confused
- Mood: cheerful
I hate this fucking place. I truly do. I wish I had the money right now to just pack up and get the hell out. If only it was that goddam simple. I am so sick of coming home to the front entry way looking like pigs live here. Those goddam little shit-head kids throwing their trash right there on the goddam floor. There are empty snack bags, an empty trident packet that has been torn apart all over the floor, empty orange juice boxes, a shredded styrofoam cup, all over the stairs and out the door to the sidewalk. And nobody gives a flying fuck. On Friday I went down to the workout room, thinking I'd see if anything was actually working. And lo and behold, miracle of miracles, the elliptical trainer was. Halle-fucking-lujah. Too bad I didn't take a closer look. We've been complaining about this goddam room since we moved in. This STATE! OF! THE! ART! workout room, that they advertise. Yeah, no cables or pins on any of the weight machines, the lithium battery has been cut out of the bike, the stair-climber cord has been cut, the treadmill's plugs are bent out of whack and the grounding plug cut out. The elliptical trainer is the only thing there that even lights up when you step on it. State of the fucking art. And they don't give a rat's ass. Gavin calls to put in a work order on it and they tell him a bunch of crap about how the building has a short and people stole the pins. #1-- the building doesn't have a goddam short. We tested all the machines in the plug that the elliptical was plugged into. Guess what? They don't fucking work. #2-- Yes, people in this complex are a bunch of ghetto assholes. I concur with that point. Then rig fucking cameras. Or revoke everybody's privelages (we all have these damn keycards -- which we had to pay MONEY for by the way) and give them back on an individual case by case basis so you know exactly who has access. Install cameras, I don't care what the fuck you do. Why do the rest of us have to tolerate this bullshit? Vandelism is a goddam crime. File a fucking police report for god's sake.
I wanted to work out tonight. I was actually feeling motivated for once in my goddam life.
You know, when I consider the "friend" who recommended this place to us, and how she turned out, I wonder if she was trying to tell us how she really felt, even then.
- Mood: pissed off
I just talked to Alona on the phone. She was telling me about the frankly heroic measures she has been taking to get to work, which is involving walking for up to an hour. As much as I want to go to work, I think we all know that an hour of slogging though 6 inches of snow with a nice crust of ice on it is likely to give me a heart attack. Yes, it's good exercise, but I think there is a limit. Gavin tried to walk down to the store today to get us some milk and a couple more small things. His plan was to take the bus back up (according the Metro Transit it was one of the few that is running normal schedule). Yeah, normal schedule my ass. The 101 runs every 10 minutes, right? Well, he waited down there for TWO HOURS. The bus never showed. He finally had to drag himself back up the hill. He's been sore, miserable and exhausted all day.
I wish it would rain.
- Mood: frustrated
Happy Solstice everyone! And frankly, if I wanted weather like this I would move to fucking Montana....
- Mood:
cold
- Mood: worried
