Also fun first thing in the morning is getting reamed over the phone by the manager of our stupid fucking pet cremation service, because one of the morons i work with mislabeled a cat. I'm sorry. Yes, I'm really sorry. It won't happen again. I'll go over procedure at our next staff meeting. Oh, this needs to be handled immediately? Okay, I'll write a memo and pull each staff member aside to discuss proper labeling of dead pets.
And I'll do it, too. Add it to the list.
Apparently now the doctor who is acting president of the board wants to meet with me next week, and i have to call him and set up a time. He's got a thick Indian accent I can barely understand. This will be a joy, i'm sure.
I promised Dr. Harris I'd be nicer at work. It's hard to be nice when it takes everything to not cry.
I'm supposed to be at work right now, adding service codes to the computer. I'll get around to going in eventually. Just can't bring myself to do it right now.
i'm hoping to find something interesting to do tonight, while maintaining low-key and anti-social. Maybe i'll just kidnap michael, take him back to moreno valley, and get wasted on scotch with him. Unless anyone has any other ideas.
