TiG Rants

My co-workers are SHIT.


I've about had it with these fucking nurses who act like we should kiss their feet. I don't work for you assholes, I work for the vets. Fuck you.


I have said multiple times that we are on multi-line phones and we have other people waiting for us to answer. Waiting on hold with awful music even, possibly with emergency medical situations, and these fucking snowflake nurses decide that they can just leave their  next caller on hold until they are damn good and ready.


FUCK YOU.


Other patients are waiting, and I'm the one responsible for answering the fucking phone, not kissing your fucking ass.

Reasons why I am despising FB more and more:

• Shitty comments on every post
• If no shitty comment, completely ignored post.
• People hate you and just stay friended with you to get ammo to attack you
• My fucking family
• Fucking side groups
• Fucking Vegans
• Fucking Non-Vegans

I have no one to talk to and that's fine because I'm a downer mostly anyway.


I have to be on busy phones all day, all week, every week, and it's been 9.5 years of this shit. I read over some older posts and nothing has changed at all.


Nothing has changed in 4 years at this job.


Well, I got my scheduled pay rises but those will stop after my 10th year. No more raises ever. I still have good health insurance but my health this past 6 months nearly made me lose my job.


What happened was in December the man and I went for dinner with his kids and their kids. Hugs all around...me with no immune function and I was sick with delirium for over a week, then bronchitis for 2 months. Actual fucking delirium with a super high fever and I don't even remember the whole week of that.


The sickness screwed with my meds and my methotrexate went toxic and I was covered in oozing sores and rashes. And then my IBD flared. So steroids for 2 months while the methotrexate got back on track. I can't stop taking it because it stops antibodies from developing to Humira, my other biologic.


Holy SHIT I can say whatever I want on here. This is wonderful. And, no one is forced to read it and I can just vent if I need to. And I need to, A LOT.

AT a new year's celebration with all kinds of family members and there's one lady who has a gun and she's going postal - all night I'm dealing with this rapist trying to sit next o me and I say to the woman who goes crazy - Just tell me when you're done because I need that gun next!! Well it stops her in her tracks and no one can figure out why I'm going more postal than this bitch - but I grab a sharpie marker and run up to this rapist and write RAPIST all along his forearm. he's looking at me like he's offended or hurt, and I say well?? What the fuck do YOU call sex with a five year old!!! What do you call sex with a SIX year old!! What do you call sex with a SEVEN year old, you fucking RAPIST!! Now where's that fucking GUN!!!!

Well the original postal woman calms the fuck down and I go out into the entryway and just collapse - sit down hard, and say, wow it's out. It's finally out. No more hiding. No more pretending. It's done. And the fucking rapist has RAPIST written all along his arm in permanent marker to show for it. And he's all shocked and upset and hurt that I would CALL IT RAPE - not that he's disagreeing with it - just that he's calling it CONSENSUAL, right and how the fuck is that possible for a FIVE YEAR OLD to consent to sex!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Motherfucker. 

So then I left, needed some damn coffee to stay awake since it's new year's eve. I went to the Borders coffee shop and we're in line and then I see some Tardis' on the counter behind the woman, and I want to look at them - she tells me she doesn't have any I'm like WTF they are right there let me see them, and she's like it's new years eve, what do you want to drink, and I'm like, LET me SEE the tardis already -don't be a dick! And she won't let me even though there are a bunch there - and we get into a huge fight over her not letting me look at or buy these cool ass tardis toys. She starts making fun of me and won't give me one to look at , then starts quoting the fucking tv series at me and I am told to leave and I can't get coffee or a fucking tardis. I walk over and just grab one , and start checking it out and by this time there is a huge commotion out side - there's some kind of Fear attack where everyone is turned into screaming masses of Fear who will destroy everyone and everything so all the buildings are locked and people are inside and locked in and can't get out.

I walk down the street and see that my family/friends are inside a building and they are trapped and I yell at the people to BREAK DOWN THE DOORS, get OUT OF THERE -which eventually happens. 

there's a point where I look over and it's the DOCTOR - and Iv'e been looking for the Doctor all my life and everyone has been telling me that he doesn't exist, yada yada, but then suddenly here he is and it's the matt smith doctor and he's trying to free the people from the buildings and anyway I am going around after him and finally we're at a table and he says you want to be like me, around me here drink THIS and it's some sort of crazy Doctor tea and so I drink it and he's takes a spoonful of the thick stuff on top and suddenly he's got his shirt off and making out with me - there was something in the tea and it was a trap to poison the Doctor - so he's acting really weird but then I'm poisoned too and right when we're making out we both swell up like balloons and are going to die, and we fall into a swimming pool under the building and it somehow fixes us 

but somehow in this dream matt smith got really hot??? 

On the ipod: fun, jazzy Jamie!