NEWS FLASH. Insurance companies don't care if your kid is short. They don't care. They don't care about what could happen to him/her because of it either. They don't care if he/she get teased at school. They don't care if he/she gets beaten up. They don't care if he/she can't get a job. They don't care if he/she can't get a date and never get layed. If it wont kill the kid they don't care.

They wouldn't even care if someone held a gun to your childs head and says "If he doesn't grow and inch in the next year I will blow his fucking head off." And if that person came back in a year and followed through? They don't care, because in the end it can be traced back to being short.

It's about money, people. MONEY.

emotional state: cranky audio: Escaflowne - Yoko Kanno - Hajime Mizoguchi - Over the Sky -

Let me paint you a word picture.

Sam Winchester. Age 13. Hair just a bit to long and curling, has just grown out of the baby fat, boney little shoulders, teenager sullen.

In our waiting room. Seriously. The kid's name is even actually Samuel. Mom called him Sammy.

emotional state: amused

I am in an awful mood. I just thought I'd share i with all of you people. Because I'm sure you wanted to know, right? I mean, maybe it's 'cause I'm on the rag, but the only thing between me an righteous homicidal rage is a chocolate chip cookie.

and even the cookie wont save the next person who is nasty to me. THERE WILL BE NO SAVING YOU! DO YOU HEAR ME!

I'm okay. I swear. Just. . .you know, don't yell at me.

emotional state: pissed off

You know, people used to find places all the time before they had GPS systems.  

It's called LOOKING.  Use your EYES.  That's what they're there for people. 

emotional state: annoyed audio: Don't even ask.

Dear Today.

Die iin a fire.

Sincerely,
Me.

location: Huh? emotional state: Histerical audio: Friggin ABBA man. Report:# letters

Dear phones,

Die in a fire.

Sincerely,
The Managment.

location: Hell emotional state: Grrrrr Report:# healthcare doesn't, letters

Okay tip: If you come into and office to sell and/or pimp your product the real person you have to be nice to is the person running the front office. You know the person at the desk? Yeah. That would be me. I mean I know your job is to butter up the doctor but you have to get past me to do it.

Because you want me to go back and say things like: "Dr. H. Sarah's here and she needs a signature for sample and they have a new program she wants to tell you about. We like Sarah.

Not: "There's an asshole out front trying to talk about something we don't really use. Seriously. Asshole. Come be mean to him because I don't want him to ever come back.

Because I will say that. I did say that.

location: workwork. emotional state: cranky audio: Friggin John Meyer. (Ugh.) Report:# healthcare doesn't

So on the way to work I saw a sulfur yellow Scion.

That's right. Azaezal drived a Scion.

/is done now.

location: Left field emotional state: weird

No fat on Friday? FAIL!

emotional state: crushed Report:# fail

I am bored. I should be working. Seriously. But I have the motivation of a dead slug. Which is pretty gross.

Tales from the office? Just because you act like a raving fucking bitch doesn't mean your child's MRI ("M as in map, R as in rat, I as in idiot.") results an emergency. It just means you're a bitch. If I wanted to be treated like your servent I'd have a job working for you as a servent. As it is? I have a job that makes me feild your bad attitude and I'm on the rag. Not a good day for you.

Randomly? No fat on Friday! It's a new rule.

location: work emotional state: cheerfully bitchy audio: radio. no clue what this is Report:# healthcare doesn't, lazy bum

Week in review

Days survived: 7
Gyms joined: 1
Times gone: 2
Heart attacks/asthma attacks had: 1 (but it's a long one.)
Days worked: 5
Co-workers fired: 0
Patients seen: 57
Patients canceling/no showing:32 (Uncool ration)
Crazy moms: 1
Irate moms: 2
Times it was our fault: 0
People willing to pay 25 bucks rather than talk to me: 1
Letters threatened to Better Business Bureau: 1 (They don't like our phone system)
Reps to suck our cocks up: 7 ½ (One was on the phone.)
Grapefruits given away: 12
Monkeys jacked: 0
Garbage disposals broken: 1 (This is like the 6th time.)
Prompts written: 3 (I count Comm intros)
Pages written: 8

emotional state: working audio: Iron and Wine - Flightless Bird, American Mouth Report:# week in reviw

The finger tips of my right hand go numb for a second when I crack my neck and shoulder on the left side.

Interesting.

emotional state: bored audio: 80's crap

Week in review

Days lived through: 7
Days worked: 3
Co-workers still alive: 3
Co-workers I wish dead (Or at least gone): 1
Co-workers who seem to be dying: 1 (note the right one though.)
Cops spoke to: 2
Law suits threatened: 2
Monkeys jacked: 1
Reps trying to suck our cocks up: 5
Patients dead: 0 (Amazing)
Patients likely to die: 2 (see law suits)
Crazy moms spoken to: 3
Times yelled at by parents: 6 (A record low)
Post-it notes of things to do remaining: 2 (I might cry.)
Prompts written: 2
Pages written: 5 or 6

emotional state: weird audio: Goo Goo Dolls - Broadway

I just lost one of my grandmother's earings.

emotional state: sad

Bobby Singer is in my office. No joke. This guy looks just like Bobby. Hat and all. He's here with his frighteningly adorale 5 year old daughter. And he's acting just like you'd expect with a bouncy bit of a kid. Adorably exasperated.

I feel a fic coming on.

emotional state: dorky audio: John Melloncamp -Hurt So Good

So. I am at work. And I'm bored. None of our patients have shown up. Okay. Two did. Out of. . ..seven. Seeeeevvvvennnnnnnnnnn.

This give's me time to bring you the workings of my mindrun away. Things I want to say in response to the metric tonn of stupid phone calls I get every day.

Background? I work at a pediatric Endocrinology office.


(Pharmacists often can not do math.)
Hey! Brain trust. You know what half of 125 is?
Yeah, that’s right. 62.5. Don’t make me teach you math with a hammer. Fill the script.

And. . .round two. Different pharmacy, but same medication.
Dipshits! Did none of you make it past 4th grade!

(Parents not talking to each other. And also forgetting that kids are kids.)
So.. you seriously don’t know when meds your 16 year old is taking? Dude, friggin sad. Excuse: Hubby took kid to appt. Or brilliant. Bravo. A1 parenting skills there.

(Self explainitory.)
And don’t call our back-line ho-monkey!

location: Work emotional state: cranky audio: annoying radio add

One of the cats puked in my computer chair.

emotional state: disgruntled audio: Ani Difranco - Shameless

There is a fire extinguisher in the break room of our office. You know, in case of FIRE please run screaming to the nearest exit.

In that a pin in it you have to pull before you can use it. Normal.

The pin was zip tied so it couldn't be pulled.

emotional state: indifferent audio: 80s crap. Wasn't once enough?

Recap

TONY STARK I WANT TO HAVE MAD PASSIONATE SEX WITH YOU. I don't even care if Miss Potts calls me trash after. I WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH YOUR COMPUTER.

Ehem. Go see Iron Man. It was good.

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Next up.

Laundry room? Please do not explode into gouts of flooding water when I'm out of clean everything.

I expected ducks from the flood. Where are my ducks? WATER is for DUCKS

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Face? Please to no longer be numb. I am hungry.

emotional state: weird audio: Booker T And The MG's - Green Onions

Okay.

Seriously.

LUNCH. It means LEAVE ME ALONE!

When I say "I'm at lunch, if you let them in you're dealing with them." I MEAN IT!

I will RAPE your caps lock key, steal your lunch and then IGNORE YOU!

location: Work emotional state: bitchy Report:# work