Comes in to rant, can’t think of anything coherent to say, except #)@#%! :mad::smack::(
That’s much better.
I love my job, I love my job, I love my job…
{{{Soapy}}}
Forgot what else I wanted to say…
MamaTigs has been on a self-imposed not-wasting-time-online thing due to a particularly horrific job that had to get done and spending time online was so much nicer than getting it done that she couldn’t let herself do it. Said job is done but I don’t know why she hasn’t been in here today.
{{{{{{{{{{Anybody who needs/wants one}}}}}}}}}} There, that should cover everybody who is having a bad week/day/whatever.
My boss is having a party at her place tonight. Free food! I am so there. Finally, a party where I know enough people I’m not going to feel totally weird. I hope. I’m not a partier, never have been, but I work with a nice bunch of people.
Ahhh. Firday and payday. Me like.
Please put me in touch with customer service. Thank you.
Unfortunately, I’m a few upgrades behind the rest of the world, so Picasa does not work for me - therefore I cannot agree with or deny your contention that mine are cuter - but I’m sure yours are plenty cute - all kiddies are in their own way
{{{Taters & family}}}
My friend’s email tag is “Some mornings I wake up grumpy, and sometimes I just let him sleep in.”
(Og - I love the multiquote function!)
How is she? I was going to post a real loud “hi” to her here in case she was lurking, but I forgot.
… ew.
I’ll trade you a rant. On my way to the euphamism this afternoon (about 10 yards from the office door), I noticed a young, outwardly healthy, woman go in; no one else entered or exited before I went in and no one else was already there. The outwardly healthy woman, in 3" heels, was in the handicapped stall. When she emerged and saw me wating there, leaning on my crutch, she shrugged and mumbled “sorry” - she couldn’t have been more insincere if she tried :mad: I won’t even get in to the number of people who can’t wait 15 seconds for me to get to the door, instead they let it close - sometimes in my face. :mad::mad:
Stealing my own sig…
Back from the doctor… I now have an eight-syllable name for what ails me, but no cure yet.
L4 radiculopathy
Just because that’s how health insurance works, we have to try NSAIDS and physical therapy before doing anything else. Naturally, the pharmacy just called to say the insurance isn’t allowing the Rx, and the PT people say the first available appointment is in early December.
AUGH!
Hey!
y’all got five minutes to kill?
but be aware, some of the language is NSFW
yay. I killed the thread.
Where is everyone???
I’ll take 3; just got home from a cardiac arrest wth an unhappy ending…
‘Cupcake’, the hated nicname, is now dead. I successfully placed an ET tube in a [del]live[/del]not-so-alive patient in the heat of battle with the Grim Reaper. Still, when the matter is Code Blue, it’s Grim Reaper 7, Bob 0. 
Sorry bobbio… that’s rough. Keep fighting the good fight…
Yes, Puggy, you are scheduled to be our relief from election season, the day before the actual election. I believe Rebo is up on Monday.
Ooops, didn’t mean to submit. So I’ll type fast.
Hugs for Soapy and everyone who doesn’t feel so well.
Back from Halloween party…just a touch…ermmm…happy.
Hi Haze.
Are sigs broken???
Off to bed.
GT
Home. Ran out of employees. I’ve hired so many temps, Ive lost count. The wailing of the slackers will soon be legendary.
{{{{Soapy}}}}
Hi Haze!!!
Sorry about the patient, BBBobbio.
[color=red]rosie**, every thought of just beating the jerks to death with your crutch?
: fingers crossed for Smatie :
We get sig!
So the day from hell finally ends, I come home smelling of fish, I’m exhausted but I can’t sleep…and the phone rings. The day from hell is not over! “I left my jacket somewhere in the training room…” Argh! Between her, the idiot who dropped their SecurID, and the guy who left his computer bag (!) in the training room, I hate people tonight.
We had to go through a huge rigmarole to find a safe place for the computer bag where he could get to it easily. So we had to shuffle all the cameras and laptops and confidential files around and lock up drawers that are usually unlocked and that people will need things out of first thing Monday, and it was just a huge pain in the ass. All so my phone wouldn’t ring tonight. Which it did anyway. For a jacket.
I don’t remember her jacket anywhere and I’m the one who cleaned both training rooms. The jacket is undoubtedly worth a month’s rent, too, so it’s probably long gone by now.
I wonder if I get overtime for my phone ringing at 9:38:41 PM. (Note: I am not on call. No one is supposed to call me after hours. Especially for a lost jacket. That’s what email and voice mail is for.)
Between that and the fish eggs all over everything, this has really been a fan-fucking-tastic day.
And now I’m too pissed off to sleep. Og dammit. :mad:
{{{VBob, Shadow}}}
Well, it’s pretty early on a saturday. My alarm isn’t set to go off for another 3 hours or so. But here I am anyways. Where’s FCM?
Today is the big bonfire… Rain or shine and it looks like rain. Fortunately she decided yesterday to rent a tent. I feel, though, that she will have lots of food left over. After that it’s off to TVLand where I will finally go pick up my laptop. Once again it has taken a month to repair.
BBBobbio that sucks! Still you did everything you could do. I couldn’t do that stuff for a livin’ much less as a volunteer.
{{{Shadow}}} If it’s any consolation, I think you win the rottenest day of the week award.
BioRosie I second doggio’s suggestion of beatin’ people over the head with your crutch. Heh. Cluless woman wouldn’t have even felt it!
Good Mornin’ Y’all! I was asleep by seven thirty last night and slept til just before seven this mornin’. I was tahred! I’m all wakey now though!
Today’s plans are to clean the back porch, move the porch plants that need to live inside when it gets cold, inside, make a batch of cheese crisps for tomorrow (we’re hangin’ with some folks tomorrow afternoon), and go get some of those stinky, killer, yet oh so good Jimmy’s Hot Dogs. Seriously. Chili/cheese/onion/slaw dogs that are lethal to the olfactories but tast so dang good!
Off in search of more caffiene and to make some brekkies before porch clean-off time.
Later Y’all!
Up and caffeinating - no work to go to today, fortunately. 
The fund raiser pizzas weren’t bad, just a bit saucy for me (tomatoes bother me sometimes). I added onions and mushrooms to the pepperoni and that was pretty tasty.
No plans today, still working on the afghans. It’s supposed to be rainy, although I don’t think it is right now.
Good morning and our day has begun… zooom
Ok, I’m going to leave the crappy things that have happened this morning here and that will be the end of them.
I decided to go back to bed for a little bit because I was still tired. When I woke up I unplugged my phone and discovered that it hadn’t charged at all last night. The battery has been acting a little weird, but I guess it’s finally decided to give out all together. And this is the extended life battery AKA the second battery I’ve bought for this phone that is only about 1 1/2 years old. So, anyways, I go searching for the original battery hoping that it still has some life in it. Just as I find it I knock over a small brandy snifter filled with at least a dozen purple liquid filled glass bubbles. Yes, they landed on a hardwood floor. No, it wasn’t pretty. Also, my nose will not quit running this morning and it’s getting old.
So. You all will take care of this crap for me, right? Good because I’d like the rest of the day to go much better. Thanks.
ETA: Picture of glass bubbleshere.
Don’t let it get you too down. Keep trying, but you’re fighting an opponent who defeats us all eventually. From a patient’s point of view, all we ask is that you give us a better chance than we had alone.
I live alone; it was a bitterly cold February morning, about 2 AM. Puking, sweating, pain. It’s not the first time. I’ve called for help, turned on the porch light and kitchen light, unlocked the door and made sure I have my prescriptions and my note next to me, in case I’m incommunicative when they arrive. I’m sitting in the kitchen, hanging on, waiting: it hurts bad and I’m wondering if I’m going to die this time. And then I see the light appear: it’s VunderBob (or his local counterparts) and they’re here to rescue me.
I wonder if you understand the incredible feeling of relief that comes when the first flashes of the red and blue strobes pierce the night: the professionals are here…relax…they know what to do to give you a chance. Then you hear the backup alarm beeping and the white floodlight on the rear of the ambulance lights up the trees eerily from below as they make the final approach up a few hundred feet of driveway. Two hulking dudes appear and plunk me into the back of their truck and we’re on our way: we’re hauling ass up the highway and we’ll be at the hospital in about a half hour. But it’s the arrival of the EMT’s at my house, not our arrival at the hospital that makes me think, “Saved!”.
One of these days, I’m going to die and they won’t be able to prevent it. Sorry about that, but in the end, you can’t win against Mother Nature. Will you know how many times you saved me in the past? What really matters to me is knowing you’re out there, ready to help. Lousy hours, lousy pay, horrible work and still, you’re out there and you’re going to come get me when I need you. Thank you.
Well put 3acres!
The plants that need to be inside now have their winter homes. The back porch is swept. This afternoon when it’s all warmed up, I’ll wash all the stuff off plus wash the porch and deck. The cheese crisps are made and the kitchen cleaned up. Now, we’re goin’ to town to run a few errands and get hot dawgs for lunch.
See, I have been productive!
If you’re worried about the cookies going stale, ship then with a slice of bread. The bread is more fragile than the cookies, so it will get hard while the cookies stay soft and moist. This works for storing the cookies at home too. I got this trick from my Grandma who has done it for a very very long time.