*sad sigh*

Ever get one of those days where something that's hurt for a while just suddenly steps to you and says, "you're going to deal with me in five seconds...  make that three and a half."  That's my story today.

And I'm conveniently avoiding it STILL.  Which is how I do.  I don't feel like dealing with my issues right now.  Just don't.  Maybe some other time.

Instead, (you've probably already noted), I've worked on the progression of some stuff in Photoshop that I've been sitting on because I had no idea what direction to take them in, and even though I'm pretty down, I can't say I'm COMPLETELY displeased with the effort and its subsequent output.  It's not great, not by any stretch of anyone's imagination, but it's certainly better than I was expecting it to be, and that's always a happy accident.  Not that I believe in those things, accidents.  Or coincidences, either, for that matter.  I don't believe in either accidents or coincidences.  Just don't.

Work today was...  let's say "uncomfortable," to say the very least.  I had to sit on the horn in relative silence while I listened to an ER doctor and a cardiologist snip at each other for over ten minutes over the admission of a patient.  That was the most uncomfortable and awkward call I've EVER been on, and if I'm never on another one like that one, it'll be way too soon.  I didn't know doctors could be that petty, small and downright adolescent, but damned if those two weren't all three.  I wanted so badly to take myself off of "mute" and scream into the horn, "Stop it, you idiots, stop it!"  If only I had that kind of authority, but I swear, somebody had to break them up, I'm just sorry I didn't and wasted time while they competed in a urinary Olympics.  (See also "pissing match.")

I just fail to understand how winning an argument became more important than the patient.  Put your egos away and do your jobs.  Seriously.  People depend on you for their health and sometimes, their very lives, and you're concerned with who can talk whom into a corner?  Tell you what, guys, you do that on your own time, for now, we're at work.  Let's keep work at work and pissing matches outside of it.

I wish I'd have said something.  Like I said, someone should have stopped that before the time we use to measure their match went into the double digits.  There was NO reason for that.  None whatsoever.

So that's been my day.  My day kind of sucks, but it's not the WORST it could be.  So I'm telling myself.

Back to Photoshop to numb my brain.


God love you, I do.

MLP