Heifers and balls. Seriously.

Get moving! This is my mantra for today. Codeine notwithstanding, I can't afford to be sick anymore! We need food. Not only that, I took Thursday night off. The Good Company had no problems whatsoever. BC (well, the office person with whom I have butted heads before) had a hissy fit.

Since I started for them, if I needed to, I busted hiney until Thursday to take the day off if I absolutely had to. This time, I had to. I chose to go to an urgent care center on Thursday, because it's the lightest day of the week. I had talked with her (amicably, for a change) the day before, and I never told her I was sick. She didn't tell me how she felt, either, but I digress, and she lashed out in e-mail. I scanned my discharge summary, the Z-Pak package, and e-mailed it, telling her I couldn't scan the codeine bottle, but if she could read chicken scratches, the physician says not to drive while taking codeine.

Heifer.

She told me it's "not acceptable." Heh. That's the same terminology she used back in November. Of course, she was going to inform Ovis Ovis. Yeah. BFD. I beat her to it. Good luck getting Ovis Ovis on the phone, so I e-mailed him to, forwarded him her e-mail, my e-mail reply to her, and a good paragraph for him, too, telling him if he was unhappy, let me know and I could have the equipment on heifer's desk by 3:00 p.m. Monday, finishing the weekend's work, of course. So, we shall see. He told me he's not unhappy with my service, he knows I'm a one-man show, just like he is, and that it's perfectly acceptable to take a day, as long as it doesn't affect patient care. Forty-eight hour turnaround for a person who types reports on what was sent to the lab and already marked in the chart doesn't affect patient care. It never bothered anyone else until heifer took over.

Okay. Whatever. The offer for resignation still stands. I'll probably ask her if she has anyone else in mind and, if so, contact her/him. Because I've been with them so long, I do their work at a charity rate anyway, just because I can type for them quickly and end up making as much for them as anyone else. I have always enjoyed typing for them; the doctors there are so easily understood and nice to start the workday with or end with, I know what they expect, and so on. It's not so much of a refuge anymore. I don't think people understand that I'd rather have less pay than more stress. I like money, but I don't like making myself crazy to get it, especially when I have more than one job to rely on. ::shrugging:: I think I'm most angry of being accused of lying about being sick in the first place. I'm fairly easygoing, but I have a lot of pride in three areas: Intelligence, integrity, and dedication. When any of those three are questioned or challenged, I lose it.

So, the end result? Two days' worth of work only 2 pages longer than what I normally churn out on other nights of the week. She went ballistic over nothing.

Okay. I did laugh today, though. Really. See following IM log:

Me: would you want to escape with me and go get food?
Him: i'm debating my balls rite now
Me: the kids think that's quite funny
(NOTE: He always IMs me and doesn't think about what the kids might see, and someone's in here every five minutes during the day.)
Him: yea
Him: if i wanna have some new projects for fall
Me: okay, go play with your balls
Him: if i buy this summer..be for next winter
Him: 2009/2010
Me: boy, that's a long time to be playing with your balls
Me: :)

I guess we could use a priest to bless his balls. Again, we shall see.

My stalker caught me today, too. She was quite pleasant. I like surface chitchat and slow typists. IMs are such a wonderful things! I can do so many things while waiting for someone to type what they want. My older two kids, however, are typing demons. I bought Mavis Beacon and away they went, #1 more so than #2, but it's hard to tell her true speed since he's always got the computer, chatting with other gamers through the online game as well as five to ten IMs going, sometimes counting mine. Please tell him that's why I'm so mad that he also had $50 in text messages at 0.15 apiece. Yup, I sucked his soul and he is now mine--and so is his cell phone. He asked me what he was going to do if he had an emergency at school. I told him, apparently, a lot of his friends have cell phones. Borrow one. Two phone lines, three IMs/e-mail accounts, two cell phones--WTH does he need texting for???