and so on...
favorite part of my day, is when an old somebody comes in and delves headfirst into the minutiae of their ailments,disease,family history, to me. and i am tasked with the predicament of acting as if uncle emmett having polio and a case of the shingles really matters to me. i deserve a daytime emmy award. the shit eating grin i wear during all this is priceless, but it is also taxing. is it mean to know deep down that i could not give two shits if you have had a headache for a whole week, or that your brother is also in the hospital and how that somehow means i should do extra work for poor little you.
least favorite part of my day, is more like the whole days worth of bitching and moaning,crystallizing into a solid malignant mass just behind my frontal lobe. and once the caffeine and internet fuckery wear off, oh how it throbs! there are some people who have taken complaining to new heights. they all either work where i work or see doctors here.
example: a coworker the other day, complained about how much she has to complain.
(i was the only one who saw the humor in that)
and yes, its throbbing right now.
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