Accomplished so far today: 4 minutes of typing.

Interrupted by: Numerous phone calls left by people who (a) had lost faxes that I'd sent them weeks ago and needed me to dig up 9-page reports, reprint them and refax them in order to save someone else's ass; (b) needed me not to send a particular report to them but to some other hospital but they didn't know where at that hospital so could I call them back, but when I called them back I got nothing but endless voicemail; (c) a parent who was worried that giving her child a Valium before a lengthy procedure would CHANGE THE SHAPE OF THE CHILD'S HEART and could I please close down my office and take a 7-flight hike to another building so I could interrupt another doctor who was scrubbed for a procedure to ask him through a little glass window if their kid could take a Valium without having a freaky wrong-shaped heart, and if I didn't do this the parent would just cancel the whole procedure, which took 4 months to schedule in the first place; (d) the same parent calling back to say that an hour before the procedure the place had called to say they couldn't do what they'd promised they could do after all, and now everything is fubar and how will this impact the child's upcoming BOAT TRIP? and (e) the whiniest, most entitled and snively 6-figure-earning doctor in our division, bitching me out for some extra paperwork MY BOSS left on his desk.

Still to accomplish: Almost an hour's worth of typing.

Plans for the afternoon: Jury duty.

Analysis: Oh my dear and ever-loving Lord I need a bucket of martinis. If the Halloweenie really loved me, she'd concur.

Also, massive, massive doses of biopsy-ma for Raq. I'm just being nibbled by ducks and am a whiny small-poo complainer by comparison.

Whenever I search, I keep getting FredPete. Clearly he needs to change his name.

I'd have to change my offline last name.

Come to think of it, I've heard worse ideas.

I work by the UN. This morning on my cab ride to work the jerk in front of us did a U-turn in the middle 42nd street during rush hour. Squealing breaks, swearing, snarled traffic, etc. Unshockingly, the driver had diplomatic plates.

It's annoying, and sometimes dangerous -- but truth be told if *I* had diplomatic plates I'd likely indulge in some eccentric parking, clipping the odd red-light, more than a little bit of speeding...

Raq! Go drive really REALLY fast! Park somewhere absurd! It'll be FUN!!!!

Raq, I love that pin! Continued biopsy~ma to you.

And I think a bucket of martinis sounds like a wonderful idea. They might be necessary to counteract the chocolate covered coffee beans I've been hoovering this afternoon. On the upside, no 2pm crash. So far.

Yesterday, I sat across from a guy in lipstick. This was a first for me, especially as he was, like, not an especially girly looking bloke, transgender or no. That was...novel.

erika, maybe he lost a dare?

Raq, much biopsy~ma and I love the pin! Retail therapy is good.

It's Friday. Yay. I can not wait to just be able to sit in one spot for a couple of days without having to check on parts, check on more parts and then call my planner and ask, "where's my parts?"

Tonight, I go to Gilbert and Sullivan with the fam. Before that to a mediterranean restaurant. Should be nice and relaxing. Definitely need it.

erika, maybe he lost a dare?

Ha! That was totally my first thought as well.

Tonight, I go to Gilbert and Sullivan with the fam.

Which show?

Crap, P-C, you had to ask me that, didn't you? I'ma have to go look up the schedule for the Madison Savoyards, they do one G&S a year.

ETA: Their website says this year's production is "Patience", or "Bunthorne's Bride". Sounds like William the Bloody-Awful-Poet would have been quite at home there.

health~ma to Raq.

I woke up with a blindingly bad headache, got ready for work anyway, and then decided I couldn't go in when my head felt ready to explode. I went back to bed at about 9 and woke up at noon. Head is still achey but not as bad. This is bad cause I worked from home yesterday, and I'm working from home Mon-Tues next week due to new air conditioner being installed. Whoops!