Alex's bar is always my favorite, and the bartender made the same drink for Marge that she made for my 21st, and Marge got as wobbly as i did. A "snowcone". God only knows what's in it, but it involves a monkey, a lime, a cherry, and a mexican flag. Which Marge wore in her hair for the rest of the night.
I tried to take a hit off of Marge's cigarette, and was almost decapitated by Michael. It was just one drag ...
I wish there hadn't been any issue about getting there, but i had no idea that I was supposed to drive everybody. If I had known in advance, I guess I could have borrowed a truck or something, but my car really only fits three. Flea's crate does take up half the backseat.
Nico, Michael, and I walked over to Heather's apartment after the bar closed and watched her bake cookies. Bat cookies. For Batman Day. On the way there, some asshat lit off a firework right behind us. Nico and I almost jumped out of our skins, I think. Flea did not appreciate it either.
Before the bar adventure, I was at work setting up pieces of the new computer system. Rick, who is by his own statement, a 'hardware person' was supposed to assist in the setup.
He decided that he wasn't going to help me set up the computers at work for less than $25 an hour. Knowing that there's no one on the board who would approve that, and that I would never ask ... I'd hire my own guy first. But worse than refusing to set up the computers, he would not assist or advise me at all. He never told me why, and I couldn't figure out why he was refusing to help until the doctor told me that he wanted extra pay to help with the setup.
Now, I understand that helping set up the system is above the normal 'vet tech' job description. But we don't have anyone to do it for us. We're a very small hospital, and we all depend on each other to keep the place going. This is just him being a dick, and being too much of a bitch to even say anything to me. I'm so pissed off at him ... but again, I'm not allowed to discipline him. Even the new guy, who has know me in a professional capacity for several years, is incredulous at how Rick treats me. I think the doctor is finally getting a bit fed up with it, finally.
Also, he called me while I was in class the other day to tell me that we were out of Solu-Medrol. This surprised me - it's not something we should ever run out of, and I didn't remember being low last time I placed an order. I explained that it was not kept with the others, and told him where to look. He put me on hold, said he looked there and saw only Solu-Delta-Cortef, no Solu-Medrol. So he drove to another hospital and borrowed some from them. I came in last night and saw two bottles of Solu-Medrol on the shelf. I asked Rick, "So is this the Solu-Medrol you borrowed from Advanced?"
He said no, they used the stuff they borrowed. "So what, you didn't see this?" I asked.
"I guess not." he replied.
It was right where I said it was ... grr. It was just in slightly different packaging.
When Dr. Harris and I were discussing the problems we have with him, she reminded me that I am my brother's keeper.
I reminded her that I do not suffer fools lightly.
I lost the barbell for my tongue while eating potato chips. Further proof that potato chips are evil. So I have to go get one of those today ... maybe I'll get something cute. Maybe I'll stretch it. I want to get it to a 6 ... I had a ten in.
I also have to go to Costco, since the hospital is out of detergent. I should get their pallet o' veggie burgers while I'm there. I can spend so much money in that store. I have the worst photo ID from there ...I was wearing a bandanna over my hair, and it's a dammed funny looking picture.
Then, after the personal crap and the work crap and I pick out something to wear and put gas in my car and motivate myself to move, I get to go to Marge's party. This should be fun, even though I can't drink that much ... gotta drive home tonight.
I love Strangers in Paradise ... it's silly, but there are so many characteristics in Katchoo that remind me of Michael ... in book 6, they get into an argument that is almost word-for-word an argument that Michael and I have ... it was close enough to be spooky. It's the only comic, one of the only books I've ever read, that can make me cry.