Two hours after I was back at work, my feet were killing me again. I think that it's walking on those damned hard floors.

Additionally, the film file room has been moved, so I've got about another hundred feet to go every time I need to go there... which is pretty damned often.

And... I'm damned tired. I thought that I got enough sleep yesterday, but I guess not.

And... it's a really nasty day here, so far, weatherwise. First rain, then sleet, mixed with snow, snow mixed with sleet and then a thundersnow. Interesting... and slick. Luckily, I got out of there before the people who'd fallen and broke stuff started dribbling in...

It is really hard for me to get enthusiastic about working anymore. When I got to work last night, someone had hung up a message from the nursing service director: all NS personnell who volunteered to work more than their scheduled hours got and attitional $10.00 and hour in addition to any OT.

Nothing, of course, for the rest of us.

Lotsa people pissed off about that, too. Not that I would take advantage of it if it was offered... just the fact that it wasn't. Kinda like, "Some people are special... but you, you're not special."

My institutional loyalty is being rapidly eroded. Sand down the gully, topsoil down the river, shards of granite on the ground. Sandstone. More like that.

I'm too tired to be thinking, I'm gonna quit trying.