Let me guess. We're in a hurry.

Inara ,'Serenity'


Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.  

[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.


Cass - Dec 10, 2013 3:49:32 pm PST #7085 of 30002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

I'm all ragey.

Work on top of stress issues is hard. It just is. And other people working longer hours doesn't mean it's any less stressful for you, askye. I hope tomorrow is better.

I'm still settling in to working in an office full time. Like, there are other personalities and several of them clash and I am occasionally boggled that we're all supposed to just not murderize each other.

Too many ducks.

Should surgeons be struck speechless by the visual confirmation of a patient telling them "I've had lots of surgeries"?

Well, I think people expect other people to exaggerate a lot of things. Surgeons do hundreds of surgeries. They don't often probably expect patients with dozens under their belt with all the scars to show for it.

But thinking good thoughts for the biopsy and his reaction to chemo.


Connie Neil - Dec 10, 2013 5:29:51 pm PST #7086 of 30002
brillig

I think people expect other people to exaggerate a lot of things.

It's always amusing watching new doctors get used to Hubby, who keeps up with treatment options and asks intelligent questions. But we are new to the doctor, so it's OK. And I had fun when doctor said, "We'll do the biopsy, then there will be an expensive test called a PET scan--" and I said "Which he had last week." He should be fine, though.

It's not like the time the intern many years ago tried to bamboozle us with Latin, which we promptly translated and asked what the phrase he'd thrown out had to do with anything.


Connie Neil - Dec 10, 2013 5:29:54 pm PST #7087 of 30002
brillig

Steph L. - Dec 10, 2013 5:38:30 pm PST #7088 of 30002
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

I make new-to-me doctors do a hard double take when I start talking. (Because, when I go to Urgent Care for a migraine, I am generally NOT dressed professionally, probably not wearing makeup or fancy hair, and very likely not showered. All of which does impact how healthcare providers view a patient. [Which is patently NOT fair to the patient, but it happens.] And then I open my mouth and a medical dictionary falls out and they look at me TOTALLY differently. Saying "I edit for the AMA" makes them look at me like I'm a peer and not some drug-seeker.)


billytea - Dec 10, 2013 5:50:02 pm PST #7089 of 30002
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.

And then I open my mouth and a medical dictionary falls out and they look at me TOTALLY differently. Saying "I edit for the AMA" makes them look at me like I'm a peer and not some drug-seeker.)

"I edit for the AMA NOW GIVE ME ALL THE DRUGS".

You know, if you were miffed at missing out on the twofer.


Steph L. - Dec 10, 2013 5:53:03 pm PST #7090 of 30002
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

"I edit for the AMA NOW GIVE ME ALL THE DRUGS".

I'm going to reserve that line for when I *really* need the good shit.

Like the behind-the-counter Sudafed.


Typo Boy - Dec 10, 2013 6:38:32 pm PST #7091 of 30002
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.

Man I'm sorry for all the suckitude. I cannot keep up with how many shitstorms are falling on how many Buffistas. May what remains of 2013 stop fucking with us. May 2014 be about ten thousand times better for all of us.


Toddson - Dec 11, 2013 6:11:31 am PST #7092 of 30002
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"

My office is currently dealing with a ... well, it's stupid.

We have a general email address - it's plasered all over our print materials; it's intended to be the address you send emails to when you don't have an individual address. Well, our receptionist (who chose to be called "Customer Experience Specialist") left a little over a year ago and, in the interim, no one was even looking at the messages to the general email address. Tech support did something arcane with the email system, and a bunch of us ended up with access to this general email box. And its 9,600+ unopened messages.

We had a conference right about then and, since I was one of the few who had access to the messages and didn't go to the conference, I volunteered to go through them.

Spam. Lots and lots of spam. Of the messages, 70 were actual content.

So ... with this situation, an executive decision was made. Rather than inflict the general email onto the new receptionist ('scuse me - Customer Experience Specialist), ALL the emails to the general box are being forwarded to EVERYONE. So every day, every single person on staff gets bunches of the spam that comes in to the general email box. Seems there isn't a single person on staff for whom it would be appropriate to take responsibility for this email box. There have also been a few instances of several people responding to a message (OF COURSE the responses aren't consistent ... what fun would that be?).

We have a contractor who's on the all-staff email list and he was asking me why he was getting all this spam. I referred him to a higher authority - the person who made the decision.

jeepers


Trudy Booth - Dec 11, 2013 6:59:57 am PST #7093 of 30002
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart

FINALLY figured out something good to get my sister's mother in law.

Any thoughts on a brick and mortar store where I could buy a shortbread mold?


EpicTangent - Dec 11, 2013 8:12:29 am PST #7094 of 30002
Why isn't everyone pelting me with JOY, dammit? - Zenkitty

Yeah, it's like they think everybody's either a drug-seeker or a big baby. Reminds me of when I went to the Dr with an ear infection - I had let it get really bad because I was afraid I'd sound like a whiny 6-year-old going, "I have an eeearaaaache." Sure enough, when I called in, the scheduler treated me like a whiny 6-year-old, the nurse treated me like a whiny 6-year-old, and the Dr treated me like a whiny 6-year-old - until she finally got out the scope and noted that the inflammation was so bad she couldn't see into my ear at all. Got a couple of different anti-biotics, but also confirmation that my concerns would be largely dismissed.

It's not like the time the intern many years ago tried to bamboozle us with Latin, which we promptly translated and asked what the phrase he'd thrown out had to do with anything.

Connie, I love you and DH, that's awesome. Lots of effective-treatment-ma.

I just went to write part of why I've been extra-dark lately, but when I started trying to organize my thoughts, I felt my brain try to shut down so let me sum up...work is kicking my ass, my laptop's trying to keep me from the internet forever, I was asked to do extra volunteer hours to cover for someone, I picked up a mild case of pink-eye, and my diabetic mother (whose toe-infection I've been trying to deal with for a few weeks now) has been informed that they're going to have to remove part of the toe (keeping in mind that last month we lost a family friend whose toe amputation didn't heal, which led to foot amputation which didn't heal, etc.) Can I please just get a dark cave to retreat to for a few weeks? Please? I'll leave it neater than I found it. Promise.