anti-fluff
Dec. 20th, 2002 10:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesI've been posting fluffy stuff without much thinking required for a while now, in order to avoid thinking about some things I don't want to think about. The following is me facing some of my demons; be warned.
I am Not a Happy Camper, as much as I pretend to be. My whole life has been turned upside down and shaken vigorously over the past three weeks, and I want it to stop. Now. I want one thing to come home to, aside from the fact that I have to get up the next morning and go to work again, that isn't going to force me to rethink everything about the way life works.
I want work to stop being such an ongoing disaster festival. The INS is making the Arab students' lives miserable. Medicaid is going to stop covering dental work, which is making the patients' lives miserable. No dental procedures will be covered after January 1, unless the work is already started, so the patients all want their treatment started two weeks ago, and the school is closing for winter break on Tuesday. I'm getting increasingly frantic phone calls from patients and I can't help them, so they get mad at me. The purchasing department is making my life miserable. I ask somebody how to pay for something, they tell me, I submit the paperwork, and weeks later I get the paperwork back from somebody else, unprocessed, with a note on it that says basically "You did it wrong, start over". Meanwhile, the vendors call me and get annoyed because they haven't been paid. Which is not my fault; I'm only doing as I was told, but try explaining that to somebody who sent me an invoice in early November.
So I lurch out of bed in the morning, ask myself why I bother, go to work, get driven to distraction, come home and get slapped in the face with the domestic situation. On top of which, the grad school application deadline is sneaking up on me like an elephant stampede, and if I'm not thinking about work or about the rest of my life, I'm thinking about that.
Dammit, somebody make it stop. Make it all go away. At least let me give some of it to somebody else for a while.
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I am Not a Happy Camper, as much as I pretend to be. My whole life has been turned upside down and shaken vigorously over the past three weeks, and I want it to stop. Now. I want one thing to come home to, aside from the fact that I have to get up the next morning and go to work again, that isn't going to force me to rethink everything about the way life works.
I want work to stop being such an ongoing disaster festival. The INS is making the Arab students' lives miserable. Medicaid is going to stop covering dental work, which is making the patients' lives miserable. No dental procedures will be covered after January 1, unless the work is already started, so the patients all want their treatment started two weeks ago, and the school is closing for winter break on Tuesday. I'm getting increasingly frantic phone calls from patients and I can't help them, so they get mad at me. The purchasing department is making my life miserable. I ask somebody how to pay for something, they tell me, I submit the paperwork, and weeks later I get the paperwork back from somebody else, unprocessed, with a note on it that says basically "You did it wrong, start over". Meanwhile, the vendors call me and get annoyed because they haven't been paid. Which is not my fault; I'm only doing as I was told, but try explaining that to somebody who sent me an invoice in early November.
So I lurch out of bed in the morning, ask myself why I bother, go to work, get driven to distraction, come home and get slapped in the face with the domestic situation. On top of which, the grad school application deadline is sneaking up on me like an elephant stampede, and if I'm not thinking about work or about the rest of my life, I'm thinking about that.
Dammit, somebody make it stop. Make it all go away. At least let me give some of it to somebody else for a while.
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