So what’s so special about people from NY, CT, and NJ??

I was in the running for a major contest. I’d tell you more about it but that I must keep it on the DL for now (sorry). But I was found ineligible. Why? Because one of the contest rules is that you must be a resident of either NY, CT, or NJ. Apparently these are the best states to live in, at least if you want to win this contest. Ugghh. I had written a great essay and everything. Very disappointing.

We found Nate’s car. Or, should I say, the Everett police found it and had it towed and we had to go to pay to get it out. How’s that again? You’re car get’s stolen and you have to pay money to retrieve it. I’m telling you, one day I will open my towing company/parking lot combo business and I will retire. At any rate, the exterior of the car is perfect - and by perfect I mean, still rusty on one side. The interior leaves something to be desired. They broke the steering column so they could hot wire it, or whatever you call it, and now the keys won’t fit. So for the past two days we’ve looked like criminals whenever we start the car. Some guy at the BK drivethrough gave me the weird eye yesterday. I wasn’t sure if he though I was a stole the car of if he was going to follow me and try to take it later!

My hospital has a program to honor its most hardworking employees each month - the name - We Care. Yes, that’s right, can’t you just see the jokes being made? It’s like naming your kid Richard and not expecting people to refer to him as Dick. At any rate, it pretty much sums up how it is to work here. Back when I worked in HR, we’d constantly shout “We Care!” after getting off the phone with disgruntled potential employees.

One of the Techs turned in her notice last week, because she failed whatever exam it is you take to get certified. Actually, she didn’t tell us she failed, she just failed to show us the certificate and then eventually turned in the notice. Then, she wanted to take it back and my Manager said No. So started to try getting interviews at other facilities but then thought wiser: How the hell does she expect to work with no license? But beyond that, this is her last day and she’s supposed to work a double (until 11:30pm). She decides that No, she doesn’t want to do that. She wants to leave now (2:45pm). So my boss gets her on the phone as says “Lisa, turn in your badge before you leave. Have a nice day. And don’t expect to get a reference from anyone in this department. (Hangs up the phone). Douche bag.” On his way out the door, to the section where she works he says “If she’s not gone by the time I get there I’m calling security.”

Yes, We Care.

The ceiling to our conference room collapsed this morning. I’m sitting at my desk, alone, and I hear this dripping sound and I think I’m losing my mind. I was the the conference room and there’s a huge puddle on the table so I call Control and they are going to send someone over. Meanwhile, the tile collapses while I’m watching it and a godamn flood occurs. It was hilarious and terrifying. I’m like, WTF!!, and I call back control to tell them to hurry the F up. The guys come to look at the ceiling and while they are staring at it a pipe busts and shoots water and unidentified brown liquid all over them. At first they thought it was from the sink in the OR, which dumps BLOOD from time to time. But they later determined it was rusty water that one of their coworkers had dumped down the floor drain. As in, they were with the coworker and the dirty water, left him to go and help me, and didn’t connect the fact that the burst was caused by him. How ironic. I think.

I had a dream last night where a group of us were driving back from some place - like NC, but not. Jeff was driving, both Beth and I were in the front seat with him and Kevin Matt and Andrew were in the back. We stop at this gas station, which has a Starbucks, and I remember being very tired and jumping in the car and basically going to sleep. The next thing I know it’s 30 minutes later and I look to my side and realize that we’ve forgotten Beth! Morons! We scramble to return to gas station. Meanwhile, Beth has tried (unsucessfully) to call me on my cell and hitched a ride with some people. We pass in transit and retrieve her. Very akward, she is hurt that we had forgotten her. If only I could make her understand that I was asleep at the time, not really noticing what was going on. Jeff and the boys on the other hand, shame on them.

So Nate’s car was stolen on Wednesday night due to, as we figured out, our combined laziness. When he bought the 1993 Oldsmobile, the guy (who was leaving to go to war) didn’t have the key that unlocks the doors. Only had the ignition key. Seeing that it was only 800 bucks, Nate bought it anyhow. Now, it’s been oh, 8 months, more than ample time to have keys made. Did he? No. So now comes my stupidity. I helped Emily move the night before, using the aforementioned automobile. She had an old A/C she was going to toss out so I took it, figuring I’d find someone to use it. I come home, park the car, and left the A/C inside. Stupid stupid me. Along comes some little punk thief, sees the A/C, finds the door unlocked and takes the sucker for joyride. We haven’t seen it since. Here is Nate’s rant on Craigslist (be sure to check out the responses he received):

http://boston.craigslist.org/rnr/40645967.html

I should be shot for never using my blog. Really, Kevin worked his arse off to make it look nice (obviously, I am not capable of creating such a lovely looking page) and here I am not taking any use of it. I am horrible.

Ok, enough of that.

I’m still working as a glorified secretary, and I’m still bored. The lack of work does not interest me anymore and I’ve come to hate the sounds of any doctor’s voice. They all bitch. Moan. Complain. Oh, I wish I were making 300K instead of 280K. Oh, I have no time to make a copy. Let me instead pass the copy machine and give it to you, my slave, to do for me.

And most of them impress me not at all with their intelligent. Or lack there of. Don’t get me wrong, they know their medicine shit. But when it comes to everyday tasks, they might as well compete in the Special Olympics.

Speaking of which, is it really offending retarded people to have that song out “Let’s Get Retarded?” I’m not sure if that’s the song’s real title, but you get my point. I don’t see the big deal. But I’m a coldhearted snake, or so I’ve been told.

I got a bunny. Or really, Nate picked her out for me because I wouldn’t stop bitching about wanting a puppy. “They don’t allow dogs in our apt,” he would explain every single night. But I didn’t care, I would still talk about it each and every day until there was nothing for him to do but 1) kill me or 2) find a suitable replacement. And so I have Molly. Yes, I live in the 50s. Well, really, you have to know her, she is definitely a Molly. But I would like to thank Beth for presenting me with some wonderful choices (all of them being way too sophisticated for a simple alabamaasian like myself. j/k they were all great names).