The Thessaliad Redux

I'll talk about the industrial action later, since I've sort of seen it from both sides today. Right now, though, I am tired, I think I've worked myself into yet another case of lurgy (or possibly the same case of lurgy that is just never going to get better no matter how much vitamin C I intake if I don't take better care of myself), and I plan to go home in fifteen minutes because I cannot, will not, shall not face rush hour on public transport in this state.

(Or I'll hit 4pm and decide that one more hour won't kill me. And I might even be right, but still...)

So instead, I'll just make a very brief comment about my fellow float: namely that the data protection stuff we had beaten into us when we started (and also common fucking sense) clearly did not stick with her. I admit that I am slightly paranoid in that I will password-lock my computer if I'm wandering even so far as the printer across the room, but it's a damn sight better than wandering off for forty-five minutes, ostensibly to pick up notes but I've been in the office from which she collects said notes; she mostly gossips, and leaving your computer on, logged in, unlocked and without even having the screen saver pop up. Technically, I could report her because that just screams 'leakage of sensitive patient data'. She'd probably say that she's in an admin-only section and no patients or anything go through here, so what's the problem?

...Well, not taking into account the maintenance staff running riot through this floor and the floor below us, I've worked in hospitals where, despite it being admin offices, a bunch of thieves actually made off with the computers themselves. During normal business hours, by all accounts. And all it takes is a glance at her monitor to see what's going on with a patient's case. Sure, they may not know the person, but I don't want some little noit being able to casually glance at my medical records. I'm worried enough about the people who need that access to do their jobs. Either way, point is, we have security for a reason and she should damn well use it.

*sigh* Want to go hooooome.

I need a day off. I need a day off. I need a day off so badly I CANNOT STAND IT.

(Thankfully, it is the weekend so I get two. But it doesn't feel like enough.)

The good news is I am no longer standing in for the secretary that doesn't do a damned thing. No, instead I am helping yet another department with yet another backlog - this one dating as far back as June. Well. August now (because I frankly rock). Except that IT didn't give me access to the part of the system I needed to access and no one told me where to save what when anyway, and nobody told me exactly how things work in that department so things got messy. See, apparently these doctors do not like looking at computer screens ... or dealing with computers at all, given their inability to log things onto the shiny new digital dictation system correctly so that I still get all manner of letters with no idea who I'm typing about... Anyway, point is that they won't verify letters on the system. No, they make it a lot more complicated. They make us finalise the letters on the system so we can print them out, check the printouts over for errors, and then make us leave any corrections that might need making on the system while we correct and print out an entirely separate copy on the shared drive. This is insane, but never mind. At least I now relatively have the hang of things so I can just get on with typing.

Well ... mostly. There are issues. See, there's not enough room in the office of the department for whom I am doing backlog duty for me to actually have office space there. I'm up in the managerial suite for my typing. The printer's inconvenient; not only do I share it with about eight other people (none of whom are keen to take their printed documents out of the printer, for some reason, so they just sit there and clutter up the place) but it's sitting in a corner being blocked by a co-worker and a large floor-standing electric fan. My desk is an ergonomic nightmare and my back is to a corridor, which is less than fun. And I have to go down three flights of stairs and halfway across the hospital to drop off my printed-out documents ... in the opposite direction of anywhere I might actually find lunch. And as unpleasant as my current office space is, it's better than what I might have Monday, since this department wants to keep me for a few weeks longer but also has to give this desk to the other poor slob helping with this department's backlog. So they want me to come in at half-past sparrowfart Monday morning as usual but aren't entirely sure they'll have a desk for me to work at when I do.

This is why I spend most of my evenings doing little more than play Dragon Age 2. There is nothing more satisfying after a day of this shit than hitting lowish-level mobs with Assassinate and watching them explode.

Who votes I have a really nice dinner tonight?

...does not constitute an emergency on mine!

I am being shifted to yet another new department next week. It's a bit like Pass the Parcel. Still, I'm not precisely sorry. I cannot get out of this one fast enough. Today is one of those days where I just want to kill EVERYONE.

So I'm working my way through the backlog (it started mid-August. I have got us to mid-late October. I think I'm doing well) when I get approached by the consultants' lone registrar. He points out to me a list of letters that are absolutely urgent and must be typed RIGHT AWAY. Fiiiiiine, I'll abandon the backlog and type the letters that are soooo urgent that they simply cannot wait.

- One of them is dated 26 October.
- Half of them were dictated ad hoc despite being clinic letters and thus have no information attached to them on the system, obliging me to dig through notes for appropriate addresses.
- Half of those have had the notes taken away, or never had any delivered in the first place.
- One doesn't even have a name or a hospital number, as the consultant decided to see a patient who was never booked into clinic in the first place and just randomly dictated a clinic note without really attaching it to anything. So he dictated a name that I'm not sure I'm spelling right and that was it; no hospital number, no date of birth, nothing.

Don't get me started on the lady from our sister hospital insisting that of course I can get medical records, notorious for sitting on its collective tuckus and being as unhelpful as possible, to deliver a set of notes that might not even be in medical records in the first place to my office (which is in a different building) within the next ten minutes. Or the multiple patients who insist I am 'not being very helpful' when I do not take 'I will give the doctor the message' to mean 'I will track him down, nail his feet to the floor and then hold him at gunpoint until he returns your phone call'. Or the fact that we have swapped radio stations to Magic. Or that the women with whom I am sharing an office are now singing along. Or that conversation that the clinic clerk who passed through here yesterday was having with the rest of the office about how "I got no problem with gays; some of my best friends are gays. But I don't hold with what they get up to in the bedroom; it grosses me out" and how famous people coming out are only doing it for the publicity and "then there are the ones who just can't make up their minds..."

Someone please explain how my brain hasn't just plain blown up by now...

Much of today has been spent dealing with people on the phone (always a joy) and hauling notes around. Thankfully my typing pile was clear before I started, so the couple of tapes that randomly appeared while I was trying to heave heavy stacks of medical records around the place or cope as best I could with people browbeating and/or passive-aggressively bullying me to try to make me do the impossible are not a big deal. Well, they won't be on Monday, anyway. That's when I can sit down and actually type them. Hopefully I'll even have time to send out those letters that I've had to print out to send stuff back to filing for today. I'm halfway considering taking them home and working on at least getting the envelopes stuffed but I have sworn to myself that I will never bring work home with me and I do not intend to start now. I just can't get it done in the office because every time I try, something else comes up. I had to do the booking back to medical records first because we're running out of room in there and there's stuff that Schrodinger's Admin hasn't booked back from ages ago despite us having been done with them ages ago. I don't think I've even remotely sorted all those out yet, but I've made a dent and it gives us more space.

So looking forward to the weekend. So very much you have no idea. I'm tired, I'm still sniffly, everything hurts from the notes-haulage this afternoon, and dear gods I want a bathtub. But then again, I stopped in Covent Garden at lunchtime and did my trawl through Lush, so at least I have lovelies for the shower. Still, this weekend is going to involve chores. Properly filling the fridge. Laundry. Stuff like that. And in between times, I'm sure I'll find something to keep myself occupied. I always do, one way or another. I really do need to relax between chores, though. Maybe I'll try my Mass Effect games again.

Or I could just continue my Belf Pally's slow crawl towards level 80 in Warcrack. I bumped her to halfway into level 75 over the last couple of days, dumping a few quests that are supposed to be part of a quest chain that used to be awesome until Blizzard decided that the most awesome bits of the quest line were obsolete and took them away, but ... well, if they took away the awesome, I'm not really that invested in getting really annoyed over quests of stupid. I have new quests of stupid to get annoyed over now, anyway; I'm in Tower o' Dragons right now, wondering what the aggro range is on the elite dragons that fly over the entire area. This was my problem with Coldarra, y'know; the intense worry that I was going to bank the wrong way and end up crushed by an elite bloody dragon. But then again, one of my quests of stupid was a level 74 elite bird, and I don't figure a level 74 elite dragon can be that much harder, can it? Not entirely sure I want to find out, but I suppose if I had to...

Anyway, I think I've killed enough time. Now I can go home. WEEKEND! Okay, fine, chores, but WEEKEND!

(Oh, and new meme will happen when I get home. Thanks, kelemvor!

So Livejournal is 'experiencing high traffic volume' again. I wonder if it's people posting on Steve Jobs' death or another Russian government attempt to screw them over. Either way, it's irritating. I like having Livejournal on in the background while I'm at work. It gives me something to read while I'm stuffing envelopes or having coffee or whatever.

Interesting conversation with my co-admin today, which is kind of rare. Actually, having any conversation with my co-admin at all is rare. What's even more interesting is that it ended up being about horror movies. I asked him if there was anything interesting on at the cinema, as I am contemplating movie-going sometime this weekend and am woefully out of touch. He asked what I liked. I told him, and he actually sounded impressed before suggesting the remake of 'Don't Be Afraid of the Dark'. The conversation meandered from there and I'm amazed and a little impressed. For instance, he's seen Battle Royale! I've met so few people who've actually seen that movie. He also did not find it scary. Ooooooooookay... Anyway, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, given the conversation we had about zombies at one point or another. Still, given that he seems to be all about the true crime novels, it does come as a little bit of a shock. Still kind of fun.

At least there's some fun out of work, I guess. Given the headache and the flu and the backlog and the phones and the stupid, it's mostly been a suckfest of the highest magnitude. Still, it's mostly settled and sorted. I still want to hit one of the consultants (he's one of the ones whose letters generally go, "Thanks for referring this patient; let me 'briefly' reiterate everything you've already told me in your various letters - and by 'briefly', I mean I'll take three pages to tell you everything you already know because you're the one who told me in the first place", which is time-wasting bollocks, but never mind) ... actually, I want to hit most of them. The one with the letters full of unnecessary backstory. The one who refuses to send me replies to my 'these are typed up and ready to be checked' emails ... at least not ones that include the neat and tidy lists I give him, as he somehow expects me to remember every single letter I've asked him to sign off (thank the gods for Sent folders). The one who not only refuses to sign off the letters in a timely manner but also waits weeks to even dictate clinic letters (seriously, last week she started dictating clinics she ran in early September, meaning it was three weeks before seeing the patients and dictating their letters). But I can't so I'm just going to have to type and bear it.

Tomorrow's Friday. I'd approve of that a lot more if Friday was a better day at the office. But my co-admin isn't in on Fridays so I get the phones. So I suppose I'd better clear as much typing as I can because I'm going to have no time to do it tomorrow, if the phone keeps on being as it is. But hey, lunch in an hour. I just want to go home and sleep for a week. Is that too much to ask?

(Oh, I gave my goblin Shammy some love yesterday. I earned myself a very painful death by Naga after being leapfrogged around a minefield. Iiiiiiiiii sometimes don't get this game at all. Well, I'll just have to find a different approach to the being I've got to kill; one that's not through a minefield and guarded by way, waaaaaaaay too many Naga. Or maybe I should just do the quest where I blast the hell out of them with mortars first? I don't remember this quest chain being anywhere for my Belf Pally. Maybe it's goblin-specific? Or maybe I just somehow missed it when I my Belf Pally was teeny-tiny, opting to head for the crossroads instead. Well, I suppose this is a good thing; the whole point of alts is taking these things in new directions, right? Really should give a bit more love to my Alliance alts, too. I mean, my Gnomelock got a void walker summon awhile back, and that's been more or less awesome; I barely have to throw spells at all when I've got that little bugger spawned! Plus Dwarf Pally is going to be fun, one imagines. Anyway, if I want to see how things like Outland and Northrend work for the other side, I'd best actually level my Alliance folk. If I don't, by the time I hit Outland, I'll just be doing more or less the same quests as I did with the Belf Pally. Well ... possibly not, I guess. After Hellfire Peninsula, there's a lot more scope for different ways of going about things. Particularly once you hit Shattrath.

...Okay, I might be procrastinating juuuuuuust a little bit. Back to work, right...)

There will be throttling of people. Oh yes. Yes, there will.

Background: My office is full of notes. FULL of notes. Stacks of notes everywhere. It's not exactly tidy but we haven't got a lot of choice. We try to book them back to medical records but that doesn't happen when we've got consultants who insist that they will need the notes at some hitherto undecided future point and thus no one else is ever allowed to have them, ever. Notes. Stacks of them. EVERYWHERE. I have to try my level best to keep things relatively tidy so that at least we know which are clinic notes and which are a consultant's horde and which we just need to book back to records for our sanity but have just been too busy to do so.

Today I came back from lunch and the mess was horrific. Apparently medical records bods came by and tore everything apart looking for notes ... and of course, didn't think that maybe putting the rest back as they were was too much effort. So I no longer had floor space, the spot in front of the file cabinet that I painstakingly cleared of notes not two days ago is blocked again and I don't know which goes where anymore. Worse yet, one of my consultants came by with a clinic tape. Well, a clinic tape and the associated notes. Which gods forbid he think to keep together in the same fucking place. Seriously; he dropped the envelope with the clinic tape in it on top of a stack of envelopes on my desk designated for the recycling bin, and put the stack of associated notes clear across the room! So I went away for lunch to a tidyish office and a firm knowledge of where everything is, and came back to chaos.

Between that and the absolute disaster that was that same consultant's tape full of ad hoc letters (no notes, no documentation, few hospital numbers, difficult names that he refused to spell and one letter of which he only recorded the first paragraph), I'm left just wanting to scream, cry and hide under my desk until this horror goes the hell away. But it's not going to, so I guess I'm just going to have to sort things out as best I can. Though some of the notes stacking can wait until tomorrow, when I'm wearing better clothes for crawling around under desks and on the floor. I swear, at this stage I'm strongly considering turning up in track suit bottoms and a plain T-shirt. If they bitch about dress code (they never do, but still), I can just point at the notes and explain that this is an exercise in weight-lifting and office clothes are not appropriate.

...But I probably won't do that either. I will slog through today, I will slog through tomorrow and then I will have a too-short weekend that I will only be able to enjoy because at least no one else will be in the office, being let get away with developing bad habits that make my life a living hell.

And I've had the phones today. Is it any wonder I want to messily slaughter EVERYTHING?

- I was late for work. No fault of my own; a train broke down a few stops ahead and jammed up the entire line. Thus sitting on a train for half an hour, becoming increasingly late all the while.

- One of my consultants got a new registrar! Not only can said new registrar not string a sentence together worth crap, but he also feels it necessary to cram as many fifty-cent words into a sentence as possible, even if they make little sense and he can't pronounce them. And then there's the fact that he can't handle a dictaphone because I ended up trying to type through his gods-awful tape this morning through this clunking noise that rendered some of his muttering inaudible. That tape has been set aside until I don't want to kill things.

- Senior nurse specialist wandered off for lunch without his cellphone, because it was on charge. He apparently decided that we would love to listen to his annoying ring tone over and over and over again at ear-splitting volume levels as people tried desperately to get hold of him regarding an appointment for which, because he decided to take a lingering lunch, he showed up late.

- One of my consultants has this thing about not giving me spellings of difficult names, only the vaguest idea of the address (yes, 'Colchester'; that's helpful) and no other clues as to where the letter's supposed to go when he's copying in half the planet. I thus spend twenty minutes digging through the notes for any clue and trying every spelling variation of the name I can think of in Google. Today, I finally give up and ask him if he's at least got a spelling. Answer - given like I should have known - was "Oh, I gave the letter from this guy to your colleague for filing last week". Yes, because of course we're psychic and my colleague hasn't got enough to do.

- And there goes senior nurse specialist's phone again...

- One of my favourite nurse specialists has unfortunately decided to mumble through her last tape.

- AND THERE GOES SENIOR NURSE SPECIALIST'S PHONE AGAIN! Why can't he put it on silent or take it somewhere else or both while he's seeing patients/having lunch/whatever?

- Headaaaaaaaaaaache.

Gods, this has not been a good day.

I refuse to let this day break me. I refuse. Sure, it's pretty much atrocious and I have begun to hate Fridays as much as I love them (love-hate relationship with Fridays; what a concept) but I am not. Going. To let this day bring me down.

It's been full of stupid. Really. Already. And I've only been here about two and a half hours. This is the first time today that people would just LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE TO DO MY JOB. Somehow one of the consultants managed to hand me a clinic tape that turned out to be blank, one of the clinical assistants has some serious issues with spatial awareness (and her I just want to throttle because her grip of the English language is weak at best and while I can generally get a handle on what it is she's trying to say, I am so not in the mood today) and the phone. Will not. Stop. Ringing. And it's always with the patients who speak slowly and softly and insist on giving some poor secretary way more detail about a problem than that secretary technically needs. I think I'm more or less on top of it now (hence being here, writing this) but dear sweet merciful GODS this was not a good morning. I'm hungry, I'm tired, I'm fed up and I just want to chuck something across the room.

I think there may have to be up-and-killing-things on Warcrack at some point today. Not that there generally isn't anyway; I hit level 48 a couple of days ago (more or less comedy quest chain that basically parodied paid homage to Starship Troopers) and have since been doing absolutely nothing but fart-arseing about doing one particularly stupid cookery quest and mining the hell out of things so I can hopefully level jewelcraft some. Also exploring for some of the exploration achievements. Which ended up with me killing a level 40-ish elite mob just because I tripped over it by mistake. No quest involved at all. Just ... me, elite mob, killed it dead, moved on. Well, he was standing between me and a good vein of mithril. I'm looking rather forward to levelling to a point where I am actually in the same region as anything resembling thorium. Or at least truesilver. Bah. At least cookery's going well, though a lot of that had to do with travelling all over Azeroth to pick up the recipes I needed not only to level up but to get all the meat out of my inventory. (If this were anything like real life, I hate to think what my backpacks and bank vault would have looked like by the time I got to use all that bear meat.)

Oh yeah, Tanaris looks like Valkurm fucking Dunes. I really should avoid that place more.

Anyway, so at least I have my stress relief planned for the evening - and, given the joys of windowed play, I can chat to friends and/or RP at the same time. Yes, I live on my computer. I do not have a problem with this. Though I really ought to actually have an outing at some point. Dinner, maybe. Or a drink at the pub. Or something that might constitute 'treat'. Because I seriously think I need one. This week has just been of the suck for no specific reason.

...Why am I so damn tempted to say 'screw the budget; I'm going to Benihana'?

Ah, relaxing weekend. Nothing to do but veg out, do a bit of grocery shopping and poke around with the computer. It's good.

I've been giving my belf paladin a little more attention this weekend. Just recently hit level 44 - up from ... *checks last Warcrack post* level 37 last weekend, which was more or less the last time I played it with any degree of seriousness. Which, given I used to consider myself lucky if I got one level in a weekend, given the party-centric FFXI set-up, is pretty freakin' impressive. FFXI, I think I gave up around about this level, and I'd been playing ... oh, at least a year. But Missandei the belf paladin is still trucking away, having gained 44 levels in the last two and a half months or so. Well, less, really, when you consider that I didn't start the belf paladin 'til ... holy crap, 44 levels in a month? Of on-again, off-again play, no less. More to the point, solo play. Shit, I see why people kind of gave FFXI a miss now...

Actually, I think one of those levels was entirely because of mining. Seriously. See, I ended up in Thousand Needles for some reason (man, that place got wiped by the Cataclysm) and ended up with this quest for this weird kind of buff that lets you swim continuously with no need to come up for air, and also increases your swimming speed to about your walk level. And seriously. Mithril. EVERYWHERE. I spent a good two hours going, "Screw this questing shit; mithriiiiiiil!" and swimming around, barely getting attacked by anything and mining until my mining bag filled up and my inventory couldn't take any more. Then I spent another hour or so in Orgrimmar, smelting mithril ore and making mithril filigree. My jewelcrafting skill is starting to seriously rock.

(Oh, hey, wingedkami? You didn't tell me about gem bags. Gem bags are awesome. So now I have a gem bag, a mining bag and a couple of really big bags replacing the diddy ones I looted off mobs way back when. I still get that annoying 'inventory is full' gabble now and then, but it's a lot easier now that I have more storage space, a lot devoted to ore and metal bars, and yet more devoted entirely to gems and copper wire and mithril filigree and other jewelcrafting stuff. More space can be devoted to the crap I get from mobs that are on occasion standing right on top of my metal vein.

...But yes, I do more than just mine when I do these things. Quests quests quests. Of course, sometimes by the time I respond to some quest where the 'Horde war machine' is trying to send me someplace, I'm too high level to actually bother with any of it? But still, at least I get to explore. But the mining in the Dustmallow Marshes is crap. Craaaaap crap crap. Anyway, the Booty Bay pirate stuff was fun. Though I had a kind of scary moment where the last "KEEL THE PIRATE GUY!" moment of that particular quest chain got interrupted mid-battle by ... well, net connection hiccup. So I'm maybe two-thirds done killing this guy and I'm at full health and then all of a sudden, I can't use any of my skills, even though they light up when I click on them. Sure mid-battle sign that my net connection has just keeled over. My reaction? "FUUUUUUCK!" However, when I managed to get everything up and running again and logged back in, I was in the inn in Booty Bay, apparently having killed the pirate guy and gone down with the ship which the Booty Bay pirates had been cannonballing to death, and they fished my half-drowned pixellated near-corpse out of the water or something. It's a part of how that whole quest series goes, I figure. Either way, at least it wasn't death by connection glitch. I hate that.

So yes, tyrell, still loving Protection spec. Though I kind of wonder if you're still allowed plate armour even if you do use another spec for paladin. Anyway, fact is that my belf is almost entirely decked out in plate (I haven't quested up a bit of plate chest armour yet, but I have everything else; I just don't buy armour much beyond level 3) and the last time her health dipped below 90% was when there was a mob of maybe five tower guards all at once on top of elite big bad. Though part of that is various auras, seals and a very good shield that no one has managed to offer me a superior replacement for since. Paladins are soloing machines.

No, I really haven't been doing much else with my weekend, though I did play some DA2 (I'm steeling myself for doing the Anders friendmance thing again, just for plot relevance and eek factor) and there has been a little bit of RP, which has been more or less awesome. It's good to have people around again, though not many and not often. It's the summer and I guess everyone else is out doing meatspace stuff. Which is cool and all, but I haven't done it much of late. I'm perfectly happy with my human interaction taking place predominantly through a keyboard and computer screen on the weekends, at least partly because the job tends to make me lose a great deal of faith in humanity and the last thing I tend to want to do at the end of a long week is to actually deal with people. I'm pretty sure that there are some I'd really like just hanging out with, but it tends not to happen. Partly because I do not make an effort and I really need to get better at that.

Aw, crap, it can't be 7pm on a Sunday already. Really? Seriously? Weekends are way too short. I need a day off. At least just one damn day off. Preferably attached to a weekend but I am so not picky as long as it means that I can sleep in and don't have to go into work. Oh well, at least the other admin (not Schrodinger's Admin; the other one) is back tomorrow so I don't have to be all things to all people. Bleh.

Well, I got up this morning and went to do email check, and what should I find but that my internet connection went blooey. Seeing as I get random mini-borks anywhere from one to a dozen times daily, I got a little bit fed up and rang BT. Again. I have no the hell idea exactly what they think is wrong with it (and was nearly late for work because of the line tests and the actually trying to explain the damn problem to people who have clearly not been trained in either phone service issues or customer service, and I don't care where they're from ... though I'm assuming not the UK) but they're doing a thorough check so I can expect not to have internet service today. Well. Fuck. I swear if this does not fix the problem I will end up having some kind of embolism. Still, I suppose I still have my cheap pay as you go broadband that I picked up for when they wouldn't connect my phone or internet for six weeks after I moved into ShinyNewFlat. If I can make that work, anyway; last time I had this kind of problem with my indubitably shitty broadband service, I could not make the damnable thing connect. At all. *sigh* Well, if not, I suppose it can just be a day in which I watch TV shows and play Dragon Age. Still, there is much suckage.

On the subject of Dragon Age, I am now sorely tempted to do the M15M-ish version of Legacy. Because ... well, I'm thinking to see how I can actually make that funny. Or indeed if I can make that funny. Look, I'll be straight with you guys; I have never purchased a game like this on the day it came out before. Ever. In my life. Dragon Age, I had walkthroughs when I needed them. DA2, I had spoilers like whoa. Even with Warcrack, where I was a complete and giant noob, I had at least some idea about what was going on and quest walkthroughs. This time around, I went in entirely blind. No walkthroughs, no hints and tips, no spoilers, no clue what to expect beyond a general epic narrative 'spidey-sense'. So a lot of it was getting past loading screens and thinking, "I don't liiiiike thiiiis..."

See, this? This is why I don't play console games, exactly. Not only do I flail with controllers, but I flail in general. Though I suppose part of it is not having a console. Or a TV set. I really ought to change that at some point. Although honestly? I don't know where I'd put even a small TV. Or a console. Or where I'd sit to play it. Maybe I actually do need a flat with more than one room.

...Oh, what the shit, FrenchConsultant; tell me that these letters you dictated on this tape aren't from a clinic held on the 23rd of June! Oh, come on.

(In short, getting back to work now. Gods, this is going to be One Of Those Days.)