My day.... Shit, where to even begin. I was UBER-productive today at work, which can be both a blessing and a curse. I got all of my current patient load up to date, save 5 that I can't deal with yet. I then finished up a few other things (in record time) so that I could spend all afternoon on a project that I semi-put-off rather regularly. See, I didn't feel the need to be as on top of it as the offending group has finally been seemingly better about using the damn checkout sheets that we recently implemented. After thinking about it though, I realized that it wasn't one person that kept fucking up, it was that everyone else had learned and was doing it properly regardless of what was specified as it was those FILLING IN THE DAMN SHEETS that can't manage to check one little check box that actually makes the basis of my job flow seemingly effortlessly. This also meant that I now have two months worth of daily generated sheets to sift through, copy, and mark as to correntness/inaccuracies thereof. The stack of sheets is a whopping 2 feet tall. I managed to get through half of it in a little over an hour before it was time to leave work and have the slightly larger stack waiting for me to tackle it in the morning before that clinic starts bitching that I have the sheets. All in all it shou;d not take me more that three hours or so tomorrow. (Isn't that a nice pleasant though...)
As for the joys of today, umm... it's Tuesday? And I actually ate breakfast! Yes, I realize that this may not really be that big of a deal, but I am NOT a morning person. To the degree that if you so much as look at me before I have washed my face and brushed my teeth, I am very apt to rip your head off your puny little neck. And talking to me... it's safer just to run in the other direction and hide. Needless to say that I will barely tolerate the existence of food until I have been up for at least an hour and (preferably) have already imbibed some caffeine. Regardless of this, I think I am actually going to try this thing you call breakfast on a more regular basis... at least until that phase passes. I think this means I will need LOTS more avocados though....
For today's enlightening conversation, this little gem took place on the elevator as we went back to drop off said offending sheets in the clinic
Miss Bee (while looking in obvious location): I know why guys wear big belt buckles. So you have to look at their penises.
Mr. Incredible (now also looking down): I am never wearing this belt around you again.
Me: *laughing raucously loudly while walking though a clinic as the both of them continue looking at his junk.
Ok, time to go buy more avocados.... enough to (maybe... hopefully) last me a whole week. Oh who am I kidding... they will be lucky to last 36 hours!
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