Well, crap.
I was going to come home early again today, but Terese wanted to go home early, and it was "her turn" dammit. Unfortunately, she only has one more night on with me, that'll be next Tuesday.
I plan on leaving at 02:00 then...
I found out Tuesday that I had won the lunch period war. Human Resources has changed their policy, we will now get paid for all of the time that we work for the hospital. If we are able to, and if we want to, we can eat sometime during third shift. I feel pretty good about that, even though it will cost the hospital a bunch of money... it's finally fair.
On another front, though... the systems manager, the job that has been approved and hemmed and hawed about, is again probably going to be a MIS position... which is bad in two ways. Firstly, it decreases my chances of getting it (and wanting it) and secondly, it will leave Radiology where they've always been... low priority. Because, when push comes to shove, a MIS person will do what MIS wants them to do... not what Radiology needs to have done.
It will also mean that the job will probably pay programmers' wages, which is about half of what I make there.
Damndamndamn. And then... O'well. I shoulda known. But it's not over yet.
Yesterday morning after I came home, my left foot started hurting me a lot, for no apparent reason. This concerned me, as most things that hurt me do. My concern is that I might have my arterial supply compromised more that I suspected.
So I did what I should have done a month ago... I called my doctor. I had to leave a message... "We'll call you right back!" and I went to bed. They never called, so I'm calling them again today. Right now, in fact.
Well, that worked. I have an appointment a week from today at 08:30.
Anyhoo, the foot is still sore, but better. I must've hit it on something and not realized it.
In other news... Karen thinks that Kim and the kids will be moving back in with Steve this weekend. I have very mixed feelings about this... I will miss them a lot, but they only live four blocks away. I will enjoy having the computer room back upstairs, and just living with Karen, the love of my life. But... I really think that she's making the wrong move. I hope that I'm wrong... but I don't think that either her or Steve are very committed to their relationship. That's something that I don't know, of course... nobody on the outside can ever know that... but neither of them have gone to counselling, separately or together, and I'm pretty sure that there are no plans that way. Again, I hope that I'm wrong.
Today's pic is a shot of the corner of my "computer room". 
This is the neatest corner... even I would be ashamed to have people see the rest of it. Most of the pix here I use the PS air-brush to clean up the background... well, black it out is a better way to put it.
I have dreams... of having a neat computer room some day. And of maybe even keeping it that way. And like most of my dreams, it'll never happen. I am too much of a junk collector-saver to ever have any place be neat for very long...
Since my helper went home early, I had a chance to go around and talk to people last night, even got a back-rub. Unfortunately, it wasn't from Eileene, dammit... she wasn't working. Come to think of it, when she has been working lately when I have, it's been too busy for backrubs.
I also did a lot more running around, and my legs are certainly feeling it. I get spoiled so quickly and so easily... it was nice to have a pretty young impressionalbe girl to talk to all night long. I miss her already... but I'm glad that she's going to be working the opposite sevens with me!
She did have a first last night... a drunk refused to have his x-rays completed and went AMA (Against Medical Advice) on her. I had helped her with the first few films, but then I had to go do a CT (she hasn't had her CT training yet) and then the guy started getting ugly with her. Not that he started off being all that nice... when we got him the city Police had just issued him a ticket for being a drunken pedestrian. He was yelling about being the victim and he got the fucking ticket, not the guy whose car he had jumped out in front of... and before too long, he decided that we were all racists (he was black) and he was going to sue us all.
He thought that we disliked him because he was black. But is there any service industry where assholes get treated the same way that nice, polite people do? I don't think so... not that I've noticed, anyway...
More tomorrow...