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I've got a whole bunch of little nothings I feel like writing about, so here they are in handy bullet form:

  • Firstly, for anyone who tried to watch my Heelys video from my last post, don't bother.  I was forced to take it down when one of Tery's employees found it and spitefully showed it to the chief medical director, who then ripped yours truly a new one.  Yes, these fat lazy people who see nothing wrong with spending their day sitting on their fat asses, stuffing their fat faces and dishing about Twilight (trust me, more later), apparently begrudge me my pathetic little extreme sports practice that took up all of fifteen minutes, the length of the average smoke break.  We know this is how they spend their days because they don't have the decency to pretend to be doing anything else when Tery comes downstairs. 

    There also might have been a safety issue, except how stupid would I have to be to try to sue the hospital if I Heely hurt myself?  I don't think anyone would believe it was a work-related injury.  So fuck you all, you useless fat asses.  And believe me, this has done nothing to endear the suspicious party to Tery either. 

    DISCLAIMER: I have nothing against fat people in general, despite flinging the word about insultingly here. It's just these people in particular, who happen to be fat. And very lazy. And cause Tery huge amounts of stress and grief daily.

  • Speaking of bad attitudes, I've gone and developed one over my work situation.  Tery has had to cut everyone's hours in a desperate attempt to get back under budget -- it's that or lay someone off, not that any of her crybaby employees are offering a smidgen of understanding even after being told that those were her only options.  I personally gave up three hours out of my weekend shift, almost 19%.  I didn't mind it at the time, but boy did I feel it in my paycheck.  But it helped Tery, and it's only temporary, so fine.

    Then I got the news they're similarly trying to cut back at the transcription job, and we would be paid 10% less for speech recognition jobs, which comprise 50% or more of my workload.  Need to stay competitive in the market, blah blah blah.  I'll bet Carol Siemen's head popped right off her shoulders when she read it.

    Still, this too I could have dealt with until I discovered the rumor a few months ago about paying a differential for difficult ESL (English as second language) doctors remains an idea they're just toying with.  My head popped right off my shoulders when I read that.  So.  I'm not wasting 15 minutes trying to decipher just one word.  I'm not agonizing over a report slurred and mumbled through by a careless doctor.  No, from now on I'll send them on to Quality Assurance riddled with blanks with a smile on my face, so I can pump out as many lines as possible and not worry so much about doing QA's job for them (hey, job security for QA, right?) 

    My sister thinks with this decision I'm finally reaching the attitude that most of my fellow MTs already share - certainly I'm sure Carol Siemen does.  Fine.  Here I am.  Fuck you, transcription company.  Of course, I probably won't get that 3-cents-an-hour raise I was hoping for next year.       

  • Oh yeah, Twilight.  I've only heard bad about the books, from very reliable sources.  Barely a step above awful fanfiction, was the description I'd heard from several people.  I took their word for it, but couldn't resist finding out for myself.  I found the first book on Amazon with the "look inside" feature.  Started out simple enough, teenage girl moving from Arizona to Washington with her mother.  I read until the line, "I had said my goodbyes to the sun," which is paraphrased directly from the movie (and for all I remember the book) Interview with the Vampire.  Really, Stephanie Meyers?  As if the vampire genre wasn't already derivative enough.

    Worse and worse, I apparently came this close to receiving a deluxe boxed set of the books for Christmas.  Tery's f-boom (short for "fatty boombalatty") employees raved to her about how much I'd love it as a gift.  Thank god she casually dropped a hint to test the waters first.  Fuck you, f-booms.  Fuck you, Twilight, and everyone forgetting that Robert Pattinson was Cedric in the previous hottest film franchise to come from a literary series. 

    Evidently Robert's first act as superstar was to fire his hair stylist. 


  • So what else am I into these days?  For starters, I finally got to see Dr. Horrible's Sing-along Blog -- a bit late, I know, but I had to give it a chance to find a second life beyond iTunes, who wants six bucks for all three acts.  Ummm, no. 

    I love Joss Whedon.  Sure, he's a self-absorbed prick convinced of his own genius, but he's also occasionally a genius.  And Dr. Horrible is no exception.  It flounders in parts and the ending seems rather...abrupt.  But the songs are irrepressibly catchy, Neil Patrick Harris is surprisingly talented (and sympathetic), and for such a brief production, Joss manages to incorporate his trademark zero tolerance of all characters sweet and lovable.  The DVD is due out any second now, and is shooting straight to the top of my wishlist.   

  • Facebook.  I thought maybe it was cooler than I had first surmised.  But now, after receiving an error message or a busy signal on my last five log-in attempts, I'm back to thinking it's pretty lame. Also the fact that there are hundreds of users claiming to be Alan Rickman, and what's the point of having a profile that no one can see until AFTER you've begged them to be your friend? 

  • Lastly, through the magic of my f-list, I discovered this photo trickery site.  If you click on the "Lomo" setting, you'll see an easy way to simulate my new favorite genre of photography, Lomo.  Lomography was, as I understand it, inspired by Russian cameras that took blurry, over-saturated pictures.  Originally rejected by photographers, the style gained a following and is now a recognized form of art.  I fell in love with it and have been busy converting as many photos as I can, all for the better in my opinion.  Would you agree?

    Some vanity shots

    I like this result, though they look more like a Russian couple on a farm than Mrs. Lovett and Mr. Todd

    Tery's shot of an arch in Central Park looks like it belongs in a coffee table book

    My favorite. Devil Boy Duncan looks even more unsettling with the added shadows. And the pie looks like an illustration from a 50's cookbook.


I'd like to see some of your results, if you want to post them in the comments. No prizes or anything, just to make me happy. : )

Date: 2008-11-26 09:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I have a lomo camera! It's the kind that takes four pictures in succession.
Here's some pictures I took in high school: this should work, I think.

Date: 2008-11-26 03:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Wow, those are fabulous! Of course I immediately searched for a camera, but a digital version cuz I'll never go back to film cameras. That failed, so instead I downloaded a program with the tool in case the site ever becomes defunct.

My favorite is the lonely palm tree.

Date: 2008-11-27 12:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thanks! Yeah, they're a lot of fun. It's the only traditional film camera I use anymore, but it's a novelty (and cheap plastic) so I don't really mind.

Date: 2008-12-01 03:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I like the golf picture best. :)

Date: 2008-11-26 06:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I played around quickly: A hot picture of Anjeclia Houston, though it didn't quite work for this shot. And me. I like this one.

Date: 2008-11-26 09:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Nice! Can't decide which of you is hotter ; )

Date: 2008-11-26 08:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
a. I'm sorry you were ripped a new one. Do they want you to not Heely at work or just not film yourself Heelying at work? Maybe you should set up a lazy-fat-ass cam and then bring that to the bossman. Tattle Wars.
b. Sorry you had to cut your hours back. (Maybe I can throw some transcription work your way.)
c. I do have to take issue with you calling the detested coworkers "fatty boombalatty." This is used as a term of endearment around my house and I will get confused if you start using it to deride the heely-haters. Although, if you must, you must and I'll get used to it I guess. (And "Twilight" can bite my lazy fat ass.)
d. Is Joss really a prick? Now I am sad!
e. If I superpoke you more often, would you like Facebook better?
f. I like the lomo-ing. I'm going to try it out this weekend!

Date: 2008-11-26 10:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
a. Good question. The filming in the hospital was mentioned. Talk about conflicting signals, the doctor was there waiting for me that night when I arrived. She was cool, but left with the instruction to "be sure and work hard." Then last weekend while discussing Thanksgiving plans, the conversation ended with "don't work too hard." ???!!!?

It will work out. The girl Tery thinks is responsible is about to be fired anyway, ironically because all her coworkers complain that she doesn't do her job, and when she does they have to doublecheck her constantly to be sure she does it right (screwing up medication dosages, texting on her (forbidden) cellphone when she's supposed to be monitoring anesthesia, nothing too important).

b. I'll be alright. For instance this weekend the hospital is hopping thanks to the holiday. When conversely the transcription will probably dry up temporarily like it always does on holidays ("you can't have the day off! You must sit and spend a full 8-hour shift watching the reports trickle by in dribs and drabs.")

c. Oh, we use f-boom in our house too. Which is why I tried to clarify. If I hate you, it's an insult. If it's us, it's self-deprecatory.

d. Prick might be strong. He's just...the way he talks about his projects, he just has this way about him that shows he knows full well how wonderful he is. He tries to be humble in an ironic way. You haven't noticed it? It's hard to put my finger on. Hey, at least I don't think he's a flaming misogynist who rapes his wife every night, like someone ranted in a blog I was once linked to (Edit: Found it. How I love Google Desktop. Read it only if you're into complete man-hating feminists who refuse to see reason, no matter how many people try to introduce it to the discussion.)

e. Only if it helped me log in. I mean it. I can never get on the damn site.

f. Wheeeee! Show me what you come up with!

g. None of this matters if you don't get on the ball and watch Dr. Horrible. Soon.

Edited Date: 2008-11-26 10:18 pm (UTC)

Date: 2008-12-01 03:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
d. Dude, I know you've seen his interviews. You didn't get the impression that he's extremely full of himself? And, um, uber-geeky?

Date: 2008-11-27 12:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Yeah, Twilight is pretty bad. And strangely addictive. I devoured the first three in two days, the whole time completely aware of how bad they were. They're like crack or something.

Date: 2008-12-02 04:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Hmmmm. I'd rather sit back and poke fun having never actually read them myself. Although the movies in 15 minutes recap was funny enough to ALMOST make me consider seeing the film.


Date: 2008-12-01 03:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
How did the fatso daysquad find your hidden vid? And have you yet searched around for their internet exploits?

RE Twilight: Okay, it seems like the daycrew has it in for you. Trying to get you in trouble at work is one thing, but whispering character-slandering untruths into your gift-giver's ear? They've called you out.

RE Facebook: No, you know what? I'm going to let this slide. Also, in completely unrelated news, I am searching for an "I told you so" icon just for me to use when I'm talking to you.

Why don't I have nightmares about Duncan? Every time you post a picture I'm worried I might. Tery's pic is very nice. I love the frame-within-a-frame-within-a-frame-within-a-frame thing she's got going on.

Okay, here's a photo you might recognize. Is it less google-y now?

Random lame pic I just took up north.

This makes my new hair look AWESOME. And much more purpley than it is.

I think I do this with all of my pictures now. You find the coolest things, Elaine.
From: [identity profile]
Tery linked them to the Kitten Mittens videos since one girl is a huge Rock Band fan. Didn't take much sleuthing to track back to my profile page. I actually couldn't pick any of them out of a lineup, which makes for some awkward moments at the company parties.

Twilight: No shit. The gloves are off now.

Fortunately Duncan's dead so at least there will be no new nightmare fodder from him. Unless the idea that he's dead isn't exactly comforting to you.

Looooove the purple hair. If I passed you I'd most definitely think, "There's a girl I'd like to get to know better."
From: [identity profile]
Do they organize the company parties? I wouldn't drink the Kool-Aid.

Are you kidding? That's half the scare factor. He could actually be a zombie. And he wants my pie!

Haha, thanks. It has been a conversation starter. It's really not that purple, though. I got it done in a layer in the middle, so that I can brush my hair straight and barely any will show but if I pull my hair back it's bright purple city.

If I saw you cruising (tripping?) down some hallway in your Heelys, I'd surely want to approach you as well. PS, are you giving up on your Heely adventures or have you taken the DIY rink home?
From: [identity profile]
What, are you kidding? These girls are built to just show up and eat, whether it be parties or their work place. I don't go to any of the "unofficial" parties anymore since Tery stopped going. We both have the feeling, "I hate these people. Why would I want to see them outside of work?"

Wonder if I could start a popular children's book series based on Duncan, the Zombie Pie-Eating Ferret. I don't think it could be any lamer than Twilight.

Nice. I like your giving thought to versatility for a variety of situations. You've got a good (if purple) head on your shoulders.

I haven't touched the Heelys since being reamed, but I can't give up on them permanently. Last night I dreamed that I was a pro at it and it was so much fun. I still have the "DIY rink" here (lol) and there are plenty of places outside to practice. We haven't seen the last of the Heelys.


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