These Hands Will Always Be Rough…

My head hurts in ways I can’t describe. I don’t remember the last time I felt so totally pathetic. My family makes me so angry, that I’m starting to think I might have to save up a bunch of money, stop buying random stuff, pay rent, stay on top of my phone bill and move the hell out.

I get shit on all the time around here. I always manage to fuck something up or just do things wrong. Always. How can one person be wrong all the time? How is that possible?

And is it fair that I get yelled at by my mother for something the DOG did?

Fuck. The only redeeming things about today have been: a) baking a cake that turned out pretty damn well; b) talking to Erik all afternoon/evening.

I have a headache the size of Texas. It also turns out that I’m the only person at work who answers the phone within 4 rings. Apparently no one else seems to care about getting shit for not answering the phone. What’s stupid is that we don’t have a directory system for when people call in. You know… "To speak to the receptionist, please press 0. To book an appointment for lab work, please call 702-4486. Again, to book an appointment, please call our central booking line at 702-4486." Because all we get are calls from people who want to book appointments and WE can’t book them. We’ve got enough to do as it is.

We’ve been so busy since the beginning of September, and we’re always short-staffed. It’s painful how much 3 full-time people and one part-time person (me) do in a 4 and a half hour period (which is how long I’m there everyday, being PT and all). We managed to put through 159 patients yesterday in an 8 hour period, with 4 people the whole day. Account for breaks and for about… 3 and a half hours, we were down to 3 people because of breaks and lunches.

I’m almost tired enough of this job. Almost. Sometimes I think I should go back to Rona, but then I realize I hated Rona and the pay sucked.

Things with Erik are going well. He’s getting to midterms, which means he couldn’t come over tonight for dinner, and tomorrow is technically 6 months, but he forgot (which I don’t blame him for, being so crazy with exams and other school stuff, especially since I forgot about it until about two hours ago too…) so I told him we’d do something for it this weekend.

Anyways, I should go. Work in the morning…

Which means that I’m definately going to need more cake… Rootbeer Float Cake, to be precise…

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