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Ev-the-Bitch and Douchi-Brothers [3-10-10]

11 Jan

It really is difficult getting in the mindset to post superficial nonsense in a blog, rather than a well-thought entry.  Here’s the latest:

Work is still not the coolest.  It won’t be until a certain high-strung, irritable someone retires.  It makes me irascible.  Whatever.  Disengage.

Speaking of disengage–that is the plan with Kidron’s antagonizing douchi (plural of douche) roommates.  They were evicted at least–never thought THAT would actually happen.  They are still technically staying until the end of the month though.  I hate them, and don’t want to see them, so as not to unleash my hostility towards them!  Anyway, they hate paying their bills, so try to find any excuse whatsoever not to pay.  It’s super lame.

I was the latest reason they thought they shouldn’t have to pay.  Background:  Kidron and I split our time between my bedroom at my auntie’s house and her shared room.  It is an adverse situation, with no stability to say the least.  This means we sleep at either place only HALF of the time.  Also, we both work, so we’re never at either place during the day–we are at a coffee shop now.  Also, whatever we use (at either place) we use together.  We use the same lights, the same shower water, etc, etc. . .  I am never at Kidron’s if she isn’t there and vice versa.

Well, this didn’t stop the dissident douchi brothers from blaming ME for the water and electric bill.  No, you ornery mofos–it could have something to do with the fact that you two are home 24/7 since you don’t have JOBS.  It couyd also be due to the fact you are awake and playing video games all night instead of sleeping.  Or maybe, because you insist on leaving unused lights on for hours. . .  Jesus.  We don’t even leave Kidron’s bedroom when we are there.  Mainly because the freakin’ house is so messy, but also because we are recalcitrant about not wanting to see the douchi brothers who are always in the wider house.  It makes a person cantankerous to never sleep, put up with constant messes, and have to deal with these dudes not wanting to pay their own way.  Grrrrrr–leave already, and stop bothering us about OUR usage of the utilities.

I have to finish 3 paintings today.  I will tie Kidron’s arms behind her back so she can’t paint so quickly. . .

Things are Still Not Improving [4-16-10]

11 Jan

I’m still not loving my job.  I predict it isn’t going to get any better for me if it hasn’t done so in the last 6-7 months.  I also prophesize that management will not be pleased that  I want out of there–hospitals are notorious for keeping people even if they don’t like them just to have a body there.  Veterinary hospitals hate change, hate new people, and hate change more than anything!  I have to remember not to feel guilty about wanting to leave.  Having a bad omen about your future at a work place is a terrible feeling.  I want to LIKE my job!  I need to do what’s best for myself and my future career–those people don’t care about me!  My auspices tell me I could get stuck (at a job I hate) working 40 hours a week, unable to leave and pursue my own interests.  Why hold back for them?  I will not let that portent come true so I need to quit–while I still can.  Now if I only had TIME to make a change. . .  I presage that I will be much happier elsewhere–ANYwhere else.

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Stupid Seattle is getting Slightly LESS Stressful [3-18-10]

11 Jan

My normally sagacious boss is  a human karaoke machine.  He got “Zombie” stuck in my head after we saw Zombie Fok today.  Anyway, Thursday is my favorite day at work.  All the perspicacious coolies are there, and none of the not-so-sage shit-heads.  It’s a nice change.  It’s unfortunately also the day I get off every other week and the 7th day in my 7 in a row stretch.  Too bad it isn’t Mondays I alternately get off–I HATE fucking Mondays.  I finally judiciously placed an IV catheter today after a week of totally sucking and blowing them (no pun intended).  It was too bad though cause after I got it in, the pungent dog started to “rodeo” and pulled it back out before it could be taped securely.  Next week, next week I’ll be more astute with my technical skills.

This job is the best I’ve ever had for discounts.  Joey got her first exam, a FVRCP, and rabies vaccines for just $5!!!!!!  It’s totally awesome.  My MO job paid well and gave me $3,000 bonuses twice a year, but they definitely charged me more than $5 and would NOT (wisely so) give any discount to significant others.  I guess it all evens out in the end.  Enough work though–I’M OFF FOR 3 DAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tomorrow:  The big Indigo Girls concert!  They are one of my faves, and I haven’t seen them since 2006 when I went to the Saint Louis, Columbia, AND Kansas City concerts all in a row.  I’m excited to take Kidron.  Even though she’s all shrewd and pretentious about music and only favors electronic and Dave, I think she’ll really get on to the Girls.  I love them so she’ll understand and appreciate I’m sure.  I’m gettin’ some merch.

Because I got PAID from the girl who take my irritating empty room.  Not only do I NOT have to pay acrid rent, but she’s slowly paying me the $900 deposit.  It feels so good not to be weighted down by that caustic place anymore.  What a relief to cut ties with that ghetto, piquant situation.  It was really dealing a sharp and stinging blow to my psyche.

What else?  I’m an ITSJ and Kidron is an INFP.   think they poignantly hold true–for me at least. . .

Random Blog [3-5-10]

11 Jan

My adverse work week was dissident and shitty.  I am getting more and more antagonistic and hostile toward that job.  The ethos there is just contrary to the way I work.  A work culture where nobody chats, no one cares about each other just leaves me feeling empty and depressed.  Let’s not re-hash the entire thing.  I do not even want to think about that unfriendly environment!  I am puzzled why no one initially (within the first 2 seconds of meeting me) liked me, and confused why management, co-workers, and clients alike are either completely frigid to rude to me.  Also I am vexed by the terrible behavior and ethics that are accepted around there.  The whole philosophy of AVH is one I don’t really like:  Bend over for the clients.  We give them same day appointments, let them watch everything we do to the animals, and really have a commercialized “the customer is always right” belief.  Guess what–when it comes to medicine, nutrition, animal care in general, the customer doesn’t always know best!  It is bothersome the clients can walk all over us, irritating that staff is allowed to do nothing during the day, and annoying some of my co-workers are snippy or downright mean and get away with it.  Take home message:  When you start acting like a stupid, recalcitrant bitch, just retire on your own accord so others don’t have to “deal” with you.  Just because you are irked does not give you the right to scream or throw things-Jesus!  Grow up.  Thank you.  I am nettled by one unfair thing or another every day I go to work.
If you are a landlord, especially in Seattle, go fuck yourself.  I am so provoked and exasperated over the Seattle-housing situation it is unbelievable!  You people make me inimical with your stupidity and laziness and ghetto-ness.  Nuff said.  I may be getting a lawyer so I no longer have to think about it.  No use being peeved 24/7.

It’s my day off–yay to that!  I am about to write to Fall Out Boy.  I have this claim without justification about “Dance Dance.”  I know this is the proper name and lyrics of the song.  I presume that the original version that the band FIRST wrote was probably called “Distance.”  Listen to the song, it would make a lot more sense.  I’ll bet that as fans listened, they appropriated the entire meaning of the song.  They would probably belt out what they thought the catchy “lyrics” were and instead of constantly correcting everyone, the band just took the new lyrics eventually.  I’m going to write them to ask if my arrogated theory is the case.

One more thing.  I’m talking to Kidron this morning, about some singer I saw, blah blah.  I tell her this whole story and she is looking at me as if she is listening.  Then, I finish and at the appropriate time for some response she says, “You’re welcome.”  Taken aback, I thought about what I had thanked her for. . .  Nothing.  Weird, I didn’t know what the hell she was talking about.  I looked at her confused and wondering what that pertained to.  She said, “Oh, in my head you just thanked me for coffee.”  Ok. . .  So apparently real Laurel and imaginary Laurel were both talking at once?  Strange moment.

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Slap a Bitch [original post 3-2-10, vocab added later]

11 Jan

JUST because you are a doctor, does not give you the right to liberally abuse the tolerant staff.  Having a hizzy is not a peccadillo offense when it happens frequently!  I am as open-minded about everyone having a faulted, bad day once in awahile, maybe a misstep or lapse in judgement here and there.  But you are too generous in sharing your negative emotions and too lavish in the number of days this behavior surfaces.  I find this latitudinarian mentality only bested by the munificent response (or no response as the case may be) by the boss.  Employers are failing too, if they allow this sort of thing.  Inappropriate and unprofessional (by all)–mind your fricken’ permissive temper!  Touchy doctors are more than a minor offense–it’s detrimental to the whole hospital.  Their sins carry over into the tone of the workplace, staff, and yes, the care of the clients and patients.  The end.

PS-When can I find more progressive attitudes at a job?

Irritation with Seattle Scene [3-1-10]

11 Jan

I hate having a 30 min. lunch!  There is not a single second to falter–I have to run to get everything I need to do finished!  I can barely cook and wolf down my food, let alone rest, hesitate, or get anything finished in that time.  When you work 7 ten hour days in a row, it makes you behind on nearly everything.  I am not wavering when I say I need to change something at work to be happy.

Speaking of behind, I FINALLY pawned off that empty room to someone, and now my landlord is waffling dragging her feet producing a lease for her to sign.  Talk about oscillation–the story completely changed now that I actually DID fine someone.  This means if she changes her mind for whatever reason–I am still responsible to pay for the fucking room.  I need her name on the lease ASAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I also need to get rid of this vacillating, toxic landlord so I can quit going crazy.