I'm guessing small town hospitals anywhere are a crap shoot.

Holds up hand for hospital my dad is in. His doctor is kind of a jerk. (We had to argue for proper pain management.) So could we go for back up to dad's orthopaedic surgeon? Unlikely since both the surgeon and the anaesthesiologist for his surgery are his GP's brothers.

I don't know if it's small town so much as small.

I know, UCLA horror stories, but the boutique hospital I went to sometimes, one doctor threatened me with a spinal tap if I kept insisting I had pain. I tugged open my gown and said "Go for it" and he, unsurprisingly took another course.

t looks way too much like I'm looking for work.

Isn't that the game? Says the woman about to get into a vintage dress (I picked #2--it's from the 80s).

I have no words for the Buffistas with family illness problems.

(Samsung tablets are the bomb, brenda)

So much ~ma for tommyrot & family.

I went back to the suit, and then when I got to work found a spot on the skirt. This is where I blame Tino, right?

With a sweater on instead of a jacket, it looks just like a nice outfit, not a job hunting outfit.

Oy.

Interview~ma for everyone who needs it, and job~ma that the right ones land in your laps.

I feel horribly queasy and don't know if it's stress or bad eating or what. I had homemade fish tacos last night and a poached egg and bacon this morning, which doesn't seem horrible to me, but I feel like ass. I am assuming stress unless something else asserts itself. Anyway I suspect the best answer is to face some of the onerous tasks before me. Ugh.

Honestly Consuela I would hope that those interviewing you aren't looking for spots on your skirt. It'll be fine, and you'll be great.

Okay, off for mine, as soon as I find lipstick!

job~ma, you guys!

fingers crossed, ita!