Slave to the Wage

Argh. The holiday season is over and we all have to go back to work. Can we say 'suck'? Well, at least I'm not taking it as badly as weaselbitch, with whom I have just become the emotional equivalent of the Jewish Mother. Argh, oi and similar sentiments. Ridiculous.

Been going over things for the next Mage session. I plan for weeks and what happens? All the stuff I plan and then the spur of the moment stuff. I've gone from wondering if they know where this is going to wondering if they have any ideas on how they're going to keep from becoming pod people or just plain corpses before the grand finale. I haven't really snookered them; it just looks that way. I promise there are preventative measures. I just wish I was a bit more sure that they know that.

I should go to bed or something, as I have to be up in the morning. At least Tuesdays aren't so bad, and there was no clinic yesterday, so the next time I have to actually type anything is Friday morning. But there will be the phones. Iiiiick.

*ping*!

In the immortal words of aberranteyes, *sporfle*

Reading over nadriel's weekend overview. I sometimes think I should have a harder time living in a world where sentences can begin with "It's brilliant and we're screwed". But I suppose it is nice to know that I'm producing something that other people enjoy. Though when this mess is over, I really need to give jeremiahtomasi something more to do; we kind of had to leave Bokugo before we could really explore the multitudinous ways in which I can screw him to the wall. Still, it will be good to have the end of the beginning sorted out. (What, you thought that whatever shit goes down at the end of the Convivium was going to be the end of the Dark Fate mess? Shame on you!) And then I need to think of things for E and Chloe; damnit, Mark, did you have to write the background of untouchableness?

But now I'm back at work and it's a whole lot of same ol' same ol'. It's only Dr Slevin in and he leaves at half-twelve so all I've really had to do is make his coffee and make sure his post is nice and neatly sorted in order of priority so he can go through it and not miss anything too important when he inevitably faffs instead of sitting down and going through it all. Then there's the temp next door taking over for Violet, who turns out to be one of the ones who sat in for me while I was having my gastric upset last month. I haven't killed her yet.

Speaking of killing, it seems to worry people that I've already bookmarked two pages in Deadly Doses. And that I carry it around with me everywhere. But fret not; I've decided to take a break from that and read something a little more tame over lunch. Like World of Darkness: Mafia. I think I have some ideas in mind for the next chapter; something that'll suck jeremiahtomasi right in. God, I hope he's sane enough (or maybe insane enough) to work this. Still, it means yet more bloody NPCs (God knows they won't be seeing very many of the ones they're meeting at the Convivium ever again), but at least I already have the basics for those ones. They can't all be supernaturals, I realise, but I can certainly spread the supernatural around. A mage here (Ren pretty much has to be an Entropy specialist by definition), a couple of Kinfolk there (Warlock is the first name that comes to mind), a full-fledged Garou somewhere along the line (Fett, quite possibly), which rules out vamps unless they're working on separate teams...

Ooh, this is going to be interesting. Finally I can do something with the Affiliation instead of letting it just sit there and gather dust. I'm going to have to go through the character profiles again. Those of you who can actually remember the Affiliates, you know I can't use 'em all, but any ideas of which ones would be good for the setting -- 'heroes' and 'villains' both? Preferably couched in vague terms so we can drive dodgyhoodoo, weaselbitch, nadriel and the rest insane with curiosity?

Ooooooooooooooooh. I think I finally found a way to screw with Chloe's life. E's, too. Damn, it's good to be me.

Okay, yesterday's comment needs to be amended. Nothing inspires creativity quite like boredom when you are required to have your brain in gear for other tasks and are trying to avoid them at all costs. Stuffing envelopes, par example. Muuuuuuuuh!

Stupidity

I keel heem. I keel heem slow.

I just got a call from Dr Slevin's private secretary saying, "Dr Slevin wants you to book in a patient for an outpatient appointment for a second opinion on Monday, 10th January".

As in, next week. As further in, the first clinic date back after a two-week holiday!

No, he has no idea what the clinic list already looks like. Furthermore, he doesn't care. Never mind that each and every list is ludicrously overbooked. And never mind the fact that, according to Dr Slevin's private secretary, this silly bint I'm supposed to be booking for this fucking appointment probably isn't even going to show up! I'm supposed to bend the system far enough to fit this woman in no matter what! For fuck's sake, this is insane! Much like George Carlin, the system doesn't bend that way! Well, it shouldn't, anyway.

*sigh* It's stupid, the things that people do in this line of work. I mean, seriously, what person in their right mind sends a referral to someone's private office when a) they know the patient has no medical insurance and has to go on the NHS and b) the patient has already had not one but two opinions with regards their case? I understand if the patient's not getting the answer they want (which is probably, "Oh, no, you're not dying"). That doesn't mean that consultants should be coerced into back-dooring referrals through people's private offices.

More stupid comes from a patient who apparently had an appointment to discuss getting a wig, but "stepped out for a minute" when she was supposed to be having the meeting and missed it. Somehow, she thinks that the hospital is directly responsible for the production and distribution of hairpieces. Excuse me -- no. Frankly, we're more concerned about saving your life than keeping you from having to wear a goddamn head scarf. And telling me you "really really need one now" really doesn't get my sympathy much when you blew off your appointment for no readily given reason. It also doesn't make me any more capable of finding out who Dr Slater contacted to get you that appointment in the first place. I hope the ward had more information than I did; if not, she's just going to have to wait until next week to rectify her mistake.

It's good to be back. NOT!

Question!

Okay, everybody's talking about this pub thing for daver2323. Apparently, just about everybody's going. I'm kind of embarrassed to ask this, since it seems quite obvious to everybody else, so what the hell, do it publicly and spread the embarrassment around:

Just what the hell pub are we talking about here?

I mean, I'd like to go; I like this guy and it's a shame he's going before I got a chance to get to know him or anything. And I'm making the assumption that no one would mind if I turned up, particularly given that cholten99 has asked if I'm going. However, I wish people would stop talking like everyone knows everything and name the bloody pub already. I mean, is there a reason I should know, when I haven't friended the guy on LJ because frankly, I don't know him well enough and I wouldn't want to intrude? (Okay, random friendage; but there's a point between "random new person" and "friend I've had awhile who I discover has a LJ" where it feels wonky to be going around friending them. It's a thing. I'm a daft sod at times. Deal with it.)

So ... answers on a postcard...