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2007-07-17 - 11:11 a.m.

No inspection.

Again.

This is good news, since we are sooooo not ready for it. Every day that we don't get the inspection is a day we can make a little more progress towards readiness. The downside of not having had the inspection already is that for as long as we have the impending threat of the dreaded inspection hanging over our collective heads, no one can do anything out of the ordinary. No days off... no calling in sick.. unless you're like, ya know... actually sick or something. It's not a good time to try to bust a move of any kind. We have to get this thing out of the way first. Then all manner of crazy slacking and sheep stealing can be resumed.

We have almost no patients... I already did my stuff... so I am blessedly without pressing tasks to do. I have just enough to do to avoid having to do other people's jobs for them.

The temp is as vapid as a box of air.

Sorry, it had to be said. I know that was random, but it's on my mind. She came in here the other day and asked me how to type a Roman Numeral 9. (IX.)When she speaks, she takes so long to get to the point, I die a little inside while I wait. It is absolutely all I can do to keep from being hard down rude about it. I just want to supply her the words she is impotently grappling for... or do the universal arm rolling movement that means GET TO THE POINT!! I feel bad about my complete and utter disdain for this rather sweet lady. She is a nice person, but I would lose my mind if I had to talk to her on a regular basis. It's amazing how much she gazes off into space and speaks very slowly with this odd tone as if she is waiting for the Hale Bopp comet to come back. Vapid. Completely empty and vapid. Like a box of rocks, people.

I do not suffer fools gladly.

Let me bitch some more while I'm on a roll. One of our doctors is a problem child. He has allowed 2 doctors who do not have privileges here to come in and chart on his patients. Not kosher. That is a violation of the bylaws. He refuses to sign his 2 charts that I have waiting for him. He actually ran from me a couple of days ago! He literally broke into a full run to avoid signing 2, count em, 2 charts. Next time, I'm going to take off my shoe and throw it at his head.

Now for some happy, non-bitching: I really, really, really love my new apartment. It's a great place to live and it smells really nice. It smells like potpouri all the time and I don't really know why. I wonder if there was scented stuff in the paint. My apartment was freshly painted and new carpet was installed before I moved in. Maybe they put some good smelling stuff on the floor before the carpet went down. It's pretty carpet too. I love this apartment because everything in it is high quality. No cheap shit in here. Crown moulding and high ceilings. Good stuff. Landscapers are out there working. I think apartment life is better for me than house living. I can't fix things and I hate yard work. I once fixed a toilet with a twist tie, but that is a story for another time.

:-)

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