Sorelle is chilling on my window sill- the wreckage of my blinds in shreds around her, Sarah is out with some middle aged stranger she met online and she'll probably die, Lace is gone to Hearst for a week (a week!), and I couldn't be happier!
...Not because of all that though.
Because I am fantastically happy about Act One of Dr. Horrible. SO GOOD. Want more!
Was sick on Monday so I didn't go to work. Also, I royally effed my shoulder on Sunday night and it still aches like a sonofabitch. Went to the doctor, but she didn't help at all. Suggested I take some acetaminophen. Even after I told her I was allergic. Yay non English speaking people!
Okay, that sounded racist or whatever, but I'm not. I work with non-English speakers (no really! American is nothing like English for most people) every day and I'm getting really good at communicating... But really? Four words of English and the rest in German is not good enough to be a medical professional in this area. Even if she was French, I could have dealt. I live in a pretty French place and I like to think I know enough French to get my point across usually. But no one informed me my local walk-in clinic was in Germantown. Unimpressed.
Speaking of work, I missed pre-shift last night because of some RIDICULOUS call. I was almost in tears because the lady was so damn ignorant. I went forty kinds of above and beyond for her and she wouldn't listen to a fucking word of it. She called me an unhelpful, snotty bitch and told me I ruined her night and I PERSONALLY made it impossible to buy a cell phone for her dying father. I gave her 4 different options, offered her something I'm not even technically supposed to have access to and call two different departments for her so she wouldn't get transferred around.
Plus, if he's dying, why the hell does he need a cell phone?
...Not because of all that though.
Because I am fantastically happy about Act One of Dr. Horrible. SO GOOD. Want more!
Was sick on Monday so I didn't go to work. Also, I royally effed my shoulder on Sunday night and it still aches like a sonofabitch. Went to the doctor, but she didn't help at all. Suggested I take some acetaminophen. Even after I told her I was allergic. Yay non English speaking people!
Okay, that sounded racist or whatever, but I'm not. I work with non-English speakers (no really! American is nothing like English for most people) every day and I'm getting really good at communicating... But really? Four words of English and the rest in German is not good enough to be a medical professional in this area. Even if she was French, I could have dealt. I live in a pretty French place and I like to think I know enough French to get my point across usually. But no one informed me my local walk-in clinic was in Germantown. Unimpressed.
Speaking of work, I missed pre-shift last night because of some RIDICULOUS call. I was almost in tears because the lady was so damn ignorant. I went forty kinds of above and beyond for her and she wouldn't listen to a fucking word of it. She called me an unhelpful, snotty bitch and told me I ruined her night and I PERSONALLY made it impossible to buy a cell phone for her dying father. I gave her 4 different options, offered her something I'm not even technically supposed to have access to and call two different departments for her so she wouldn't get transferred around.
Plus, if he's dying, why the hell does he need a cell phone?