I love my church, but man do I dislike a lot of the people in my Church right now. Not enough to walk out, yet, but I'm starting to feel more and more like by the time the decade is out Matilda and I will be Episcopalians.
Ah, fuck, I just don't know. Except that I *do* know I'd be happy to be part of any church that had Jesse baking gooey brownies for it!
And, ION, my workplace may be imploding. Our one, only, single NP got fired at 4:45. No idea why. There are only two possibilities: (a) our bossdoctor engineered the whole thing and is a raging asshole crazy man who deserves
all the hate, forever,
and the patient-care side of the division will go into total meltdown come Monday morning, or (b) someone else engineered it (other people have had it in for her for a while, and a few months back the bossdoctor staged a 3-week one-man strike on her behalf) and bossdoctor has no idea, and there will be a division-wide meltdown come Monday morning.
I found out when I was shutting down my computer and leaving at a couple of minutes past five, and the NP came running out of the office where she was being fired to hug me and whisper the shitty news. I know absolutely nothing else, but I feel furious for her (she's great, passionate, smart and in love with all the kids, and she left a well paid job at our #1 rival because this place was her dream job, and hospital politics have been jerking her around from Day 1) and kind of queasy at what the repercussions will be.
Thank God Hec brought some vermouth home and I can bury my brain in a martini for tonight.
JZ, I'm so sorry that your workplace is not NP complete, which is a joke that only a handful of people will get.
Ugh. Sorry about the workplace badness, JZ
JZ, I'm so sorry that your workplace is not NP complete, which is a joke that only a handful of people will get.
(I laughed.)
I'm watching Phantom of the Opera on PBS, which is just awesome in how totally absurdly over-the-top it is.
Good one, Scola. And I'm sorry, JZ.
Oh, JZ, I'm sorry. I love the Episcopal Church we go to (and I'm still pretty Catholicish but feel at home there).
One of my early lessons in class or something: Lice went around like crazy in the academic-class circles I traveled in as a kid, and almost not at all in the more working-class ones. So who knows what's up with lice? NOT ME, MAN.
Lice tends to stick best to very very clean hair (or so I've been told). In lice outbreaks, it's often the least oily hair that attracts the most lice.
ita_!, the girl at my old school who got lice the most often was mixed race and had beautiful beautiful hair that was just this side of an afro, but more dry. I remember her crying and yelling that it wasn't FAIR that she got lice. I also remember telling her that fair didn't play into the equation.
I got nothing else except that my diastolic BP number, after dealing with the person at the pharmacy who made me want to choke a bitch, was 114. I've never seen a diastolic number in the triple digits.
If I have a stroke, you'll know why.
I've never seen a diastolic number in the triple digits.
I have, but it's why my doctor put me on blood pressure meds at 34.
What Matt said. Except I was younger, and an urgent care doctor asked me if I was doing meth.
It doesn't help that I also have serious white-coat syndrome.
Oh, JZ, that bites so hard. Uggh.
I am pro-Episcopal for sure, but not enough to actually try churches here. I'm periodically half-assedly recruited to a UU church, but haven't gone.
Kat, you must chill. I have your keys.
Turned off the alarm last night. Eyes still popped open at 5. Was able to go back to sleep until the blind bandit started in at 7, whereupon I discovered he'd shredded half a box of kleenex. Thanks, Loki.
Applying coffee. Market shortly.
