following the advice of an unnamed sparkily buffista

::bats eyelashes::

Zenkitty, I hope the tests come back with some answers for you. Preferably answers where the treatment is easy.

Gris, Zenkitty is wise.

Gnarfl.

Have spent 25 minutes on the phone with various subdivisions of Medical Records at my workplace, trying to get someone, anyone, to cough up a bit of written information on my admission over the weekend that they can fax over to the sonographers who will be scrutinizing my placenta tomorrow. This is my workplace, and in fact this is a byproduct of my job, transcription, i.e., the act of generating written medical records. If I weren't on fucking bed rest I could log into the system, pull up and print all of my own progress notes and my discharge summary in about 90 seconds. My boss could do the same with my lab results in 30 seconds.

But, no. Round and round. Call here. Call there. Call this other person. We can't do it on your say-so, you're only the patient. Your doctor has to call and request the info. I relayed this info to my doctor's office, who called and was told that the records couldn't be released without written authorization from me and that processing would take 15 days. HORSESHIT. I could do it in 90 seconds myself, and I'm not even especially computer-savvy. There's no fucking reason they can't find someone to push two buttons and do the same thing. No reason. Assholes.

Finally I called my boss on his cell and whined at him about it. He got all shirty on my behalf and promised to "see what he could do." Translation: He's now on a righteous rampage, everyone who gave me the runaround is going to be very, very sorry, and some of them may be reduced to tears. Fine by me.

Shit!

JZ, years ago I worked for a big HMO. All admission notices went through my department. I ended up in the hospital with an asthma attack and missed work for about a week.

Even though I promptly filled out my disability paperwork and had left my boss a message, when I came back she acted like I had faked the whole thing. Even though I was able to pull the documentation of my admission from a pile on HER DESK.

I believe I left that job a couple of weeks later.

That being said - BREATHE. Relax. Go look at pictures of fuzzy kittens.

To quote Allyson, HOLY ASS!

I just found out that the girl I trained at SoulSucking Place of Employment is "leaving" on the 18th. I use quotes because it wasn't her choice. She was replaced by ANOTHER PERSON FROM WELLS FARGO!!! They interviewed this chick less than 12 hours after I gave notice! AND the new new girl is the Quiet Cow-orker's friend! AND AND AND they are MAKING L TRAIN THE NEW GIRL!

They told L in her interview that this could turn into a permanent placement for her. They changed their tune when she started and now they've just up and gotten rid of her.

Well, the Assoc Bldg Manager has also quit and upper management (noone in my old office) is quite upset, since the firm prides itself on having a very low turnover.

does the dance of just enough joy, but not too much so I won't fuck my karma

I didn't understand a lick of that, but I gather it's good.

JZ, it's so hard to believe they haven't dealt with requests before that require a less than 15 day turn-around. calm ~ma

A friend in NYC has sent us a wedding invite. Happy! The wedding is out in Queens, at a restaurant on the river overlooking Manhattan. Nice! However, it appears we'll have to rent a car, and I'm getting conflicting messages from Orbitz about hotels close to where we'll need to be, so now I'm all huffy at her for picking such a place. That said, because of airfares, it might only be my DH that makes this trip.

Happy early birthday, Empress, enjoy some quiet "nyah-nyah" time.

We got a new Operations Manager. He was from the Wells Fargo Bldg. He systematically got rid of a lot of his department heads and assistants and replaced them with people he had working for him at the Wells Fargo Bldg.

Now, he has done the same with me, except I quit and now they are fucking over a new chick.

I'm getting calmer by the minute, meditating blissfully on how my boss will make them cry.

I will, Connie! Thanks!