more fun than a barrel of lolcats

i submitted a ton of paperwork today, some of which was an
attitude-adjustment request for a team leader at eviljob; she's
apparently been bad-mouthing my special-project work group, telling
people that we are stealing her ideas, specifically for this new
division whose starting metrics i cranked out BY MYSELF on a lonely
caturday, so i am taking no small amount of personal offence here.

sigh...gtg...helping betty shop on ebay; she had horrors happen at
work and needs me (she was on a dilaudid run and her cna stuck herself
when a pt fell and a line came loose. pt has aids and hep c; this
means six months on pins and needles for the cna (seroconversion takes
its own sweet god-damned time), and it could have been betty by
literally minutes). we're starting up quite the little toy camera
klatch here, and god only knows you need a russian to tell you to also
search for 'cmeha' to get good deals from peeps who are cleaning out
dead grandpa's attic and do not know what they have.

i know...i am teh brillinz wizzerdezz. ;-)

i love you, betty...love you, love you, love you. i keep it here cos
she wants to talk about other stuff. cannot blame her.