I Work in Hell!!

Friday, March 08, 2002

The sexism/ageism (is that a word, hmm?) in this place is really starting to bother me. So what if someone's been a doctor for fifty years. All that tells me is his clinical knowledge and equiment is thirty years out of date. There is this doctor who makes this poor woman carry his satchel. That's right - he carries a satchel. Are we all having visions of William Carlos Williams rushing out on a patient to write bad poetry about plums in freezerboxes? I thought so cause that's about the time this satchel and doctor were conceived. Why the bitch doesn't just refuse is beyond me. Hero worship is never good.

Is she sucking him off I wonder?? I mean, what could possibly be going on that she would not have a full on full out bra burning fest over this?

Perhaps it's because she's younger and more naive. He is a role model, a mentor. Fuck that. Mentoring went out with Socrates. Everyone knows with the way information and drugs are these days that the world is definately if not firmly in the hands of the young. I would kick this old geezer in the shin! Right in the shin!

In more intersting news....Elijah Wood is on the cover of a New Zealand magazine called Creme and I think that is totally appropriate.
posted by Sadie at 11:39 AM

Thursday, March 07, 2002

The thing about your classic idjit is that if the rest of the world says 5 and he says 6 - well then it's the rest of the world that's wrong. So unaware of their own audicity and stupidity the idjit will actually laugh LAUGH in the face of ration. Yet, not once stumble over their own panderings. Amazing.

Take Dan. He's your very extreme idjit in that not only is the rest of the world wrong but he's a fucking genius. An example? OK. A woman calls today and asks for an Opthamology Dictionary for her department. A simple request. I give this to Dan. He makes his 'Whaaaat? I'm confused. Can I eat this?' face then proclaims that there is no such thing. Of course, there is. In fact, there's like four. He has some problem - I don't care about that.

A few seconds later he comes over to me at the copy machine. Seeking me out - that can't be good. He stands there make some idjit noise and shakes his head. He then says "You know what those people asked me?" except it was more like "uhmmm er youuhoo know what erm thos pep um ople ask erem me?" I don't answer cause I don't care. He goes on, "They asked if they could buy one book now and trade it in when the one with illistrations became available! Uh, nooooo. hahaha hHAHASHA Some people."

You're right. How stupid are these people? To think - trading a book. I mean, the nerve of even asking. What do they think, there are things like refunds or exchanges or returns in this world? God, are they dumb.

I give you your idjit.
posted by Sadie at 10:25 AM

Wednesday, March 06, 2002

hmm I think I look like a freak today. Danny said it was fine but I really don't think so. He let me leave the house....but then again, it may have been just to hurry me along. I'm pretty sure I look like a freak. I have on my fake wood brown clogs with that gauze thing for my "burned" foot. Yeah. Then my tight ankled, loose corderoys that are brown topped off with a horizontal striped black and gray sweater. Of course, my fingernails are still painted sparkly uneven pink from when (on a sugar rum rush) I decided I wanted to paint my nails. Finally, my hair is unkempt, unruly and unwashed - which does make for good points but I don't think anyone around here cares about pointy hair. Damn them.

I look like a freak. I'm sure of it.
posted by Sadie at 3:50 PM

The Hello Lady learned a new phrase:

"My english no good."

Well no shit. What a waste of time that was.
posted by Sadie at 3:20 PM

Dan just told a math joke...a math joke. A MATH fucking joke. And he almost forgot the punchline. And I'm flashing back through my life trying to see if there was ever a point ever when math was funny. no no nothing. Not only is his stupid attempt at humor depressing but he tries to throw in some politics by making some company I"ve never heard of or care to hear of again the butt of the joke. Then he laughs real loud just in case I wasn't sure how bad a joke he told.

Then he goes on to tell me that he's the world's biggest pessimist. Yes, Dan you are the world's biggest something but I don't think it's pessimist. See to be a true pessimist you must combine wry wit with a cynical, yet mystical view of the world. Your passion must lie in the outcome ulimately being less than the original idea and this makes a good pessimist. Being an asshole who tells math jokes just makes you retarded.
posted by Sadie at 3:19 PM

Dan, let the dream die. The applesauce you had for desert for first lunch is gone. Scraping your spoon around and licking the rim will not bring your attempt at health back. It is gone. Let it go. It's not like you won't have another lunch and another desert in an hour.
posted by Sadie at 11:39 AM

Ugh, Dan and CH-eryl are like gnats today! Always about my desk. Don't they have desks and uninteresting conversations of their own to have? Dan, thinks that someone who requested an article about something and then a random journal having that subject is such a strange coincedence. I've seen stranger. He let out this huge "HA" as if a new planet had been discovered. News flash, medical journals contain medical articles. God, he is such a fuck. I know I say this all the time but really...does it ever end? How can someone be this much of a fuck 24 hours a day?

It can't be a coincidence...
posted by Sadie at 11:03 AM

Tuesday, March 05, 2002

I need to quit this place. It's rotting me - seriously. I come home and I swear I can push on a little part of my body and inside has gone rotton. It's these fucking beasties. All day long.

Why can't Dan understand normal english?? Today I said (verbatem) "Mike Weatherly needs you to call him if you didn't get his book order". And Dan stares at me with this look of what-what-I-don't-get-it. How can I explain that any CLEARER?? Communication with Dan is damn near impossible. So I go "Book order for Mike Weatherly. Did. you. geeet. it?" He stares some more. I give up.
posted by Sadie at 11:32 AM