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thessalian) wrote2011-09-30 10:54 am
thessalian) wrote2011-09-30 10:54 am
Doing Random Tedious Crap for Money
I have to keep reminding myself that, despite only having typed three letters the last couple of hours, I have not exactly been doing nothing. It just kind of looks that way because the phones and the other random shit I'm being asked to do has been taking up all my time this morning. I would love it if the phone would just stop ringing for a half-hour or so. Or maybe just blow up while I'm at lunch. I'm not fussy.
Oh, remember my rant yesterday about how the mouth-breathers at medical records have entirely fucked up the stacks of notes? Well, one of the little troglodytes wandered in this morning while I was on the phone and began pawing through my notes. I ... may have snapped, slightly. I politely asked the gentleman on the other end of the line to hold on a moment, then ... well, anyone know my professional-bordering-on-homicidal 'fuck with me right now and I will END YOU' voice? Well, that came into play in a big way. He started by staring at me like a stoned cow while I explained that he and his colleagues were making a complete pig's breakfast of my office and that I would appreciate it if they took a bit more care. Around that point, he looked at me like I was the biggest bitch on the face of the planet and went, "My colleagues" like it was the most ludicrous word ever. Thus I explained that I didn't know precisely which one of them turned my office into a shambles so I would like them all to be more careful when looking for notes. I also had to point out that if he wanted pile seven, he was in the wrong fucking room and he wanted the notes cupboard down the corridor. He sort of slumped out and I'm pretty sure the only thing that will come from that is him sloping back to medical records and complaining about what a bitch I am. Which might well mean that they turn my office into more of a shambles out of spite. I just didn't see why I had to take that kind of shit from miserable medrec gremlins hunching gollum-like in the bowels of the hospital, sliming everything they touch the few times they do come out of their holes in search of 'the precious'. I have no patience with that shit.
Friday, thank the gods. Just today to get through and then I can have a weekend. I have a hankering to go bludgeon the living shit out of things on Warcrack; I've been too tired the last couple of days to do it justice. Mainly I've gone on for maybe half an hour to do any quest that required killing X-number-of-Specific-Mob and then logged off again. I'm thinking maybe if I get in some decent play time this weekend, I can get to level 75. I'm about 2/3 of the way to level 74 now, so it's not beyond the pale. I'm also trying to raise the gold for Artisan Riding (4500g, holy SHIT. I thought I was doing well with 1300g banked...) so quests are a thing. Still, I don't really like Dragonblight very much. Actually, I don't really like Northrend very much. In general. But, like Outland, it seems to be a hurdle I have to go through. At least if I want to see level 80 in my lifetime.
And this has taken a half-hour to write because the phone keeps ringing, people keep asking me for stupid shit and I swear if I have to listen to that photocopier churn out one more document (because seriously, one of the psychology fellows has been taking up space in here and photocopying what I think might be every medical text ever written, as he's gone through fifteen reams of paper at my count) I am going to throw it out the window. Along with the fucking phone.
Fridaaaay...
Oh, remember my rant yesterday about how the mouth-breathers at medical records have entirely fucked up the stacks of notes? Well, one of the little troglodytes wandered in this morning while I was on the phone and began pawing through my notes. I ... may have snapped, slightly. I politely asked the gentleman on the other end of the line to hold on a moment, then ... well, anyone know my professional-bordering-on-homicidal 'fuck with me right now and I will END YOU' voice? Well, that came into play in a big way. He started by staring at me like a stoned cow while I explained that he and his colleagues were making a complete pig's breakfast of my office and that I would appreciate it if they took a bit more care. Around that point, he looked at me like I was the biggest bitch on the face of the planet and went, "My colleagues" like it was the most ludicrous word ever. Thus I explained that I didn't know precisely which one of them turned my office into a shambles so I would like them all to be more careful when looking for notes. I also had to point out that if he wanted pile seven, he was in the wrong fucking room and he wanted the notes cupboard down the corridor. He sort of slumped out and I'm pretty sure the only thing that will come from that is him sloping back to medical records and complaining about what a bitch I am. Which might well mean that they turn my office into more of a shambles out of spite. I just didn't see why I had to take that kind of shit from miserable medrec gremlins hunching gollum-like in the bowels of the hospital, sliming everything they touch the few times they do come out of their holes in search of 'the precious'. I have no patience with that shit.
Friday, thank the gods. Just today to get through and then I can have a weekend. I have a hankering to go bludgeon the living shit out of things on Warcrack; I've been too tired the last couple of days to do it justice. Mainly I've gone on for maybe half an hour to do any quest that required killing X-number-of-Specific-Mob and then logged off again. I'm thinking maybe if I get in some decent play time this weekend, I can get to level 75. I'm about 2/3 of the way to level 74 now, so it's not beyond the pale. I'm also trying to raise the gold for Artisan Riding (4500g, holy SHIT. I thought I was doing well with 1300g banked...) so quests are a thing. Still, I don't really like Dragonblight very much. Actually, I don't really like Northrend very much. In general. But, like Outland, it seems to be a hurdle I have to go through. At least if I want to see level 80 in my lifetime.
And this has taken a half-hour to write because the phone keeps ringing, people keep asking me for stupid shit and I swear if I have to listen to that photocopier churn out one more document (because seriously, one of the psychology fellows has been taking up space in here and photocopying what I think might be every medical text ever written, as he's gone through fifteen reams of paper at my count) I am going to throw it out the window. Along with the fucking phone.
Fridaaaay...
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I'm sorry, but when I read that, I had to put my hand in front of my mouth to avoid an unfortunate laptop/beverage conjunction.
You need a flamethrower. *Nods.