It's OK, I'l give up on this after a week or so.

However, I'm reminded of my Uncle Wimpy. His real name was Murlin, but he was called Wimpy after the cartoon guy who loved hamburgers, 'cause, what else, he loved hamburgers. And that was *way* before "Wimpy" took on its current connotation.

Uncle Murlin was one of the good guys, and I never really got to know him. My fault much more than his, I'm afraid.

Anyways, it was hard, hard, hard getting out of bed today. I think that I'm starting with my annual winter depression, or semi-depression. Of course, I'm still trying to get over the crud that I've had since before xmas, and that's probably part of it, but I just really don't feel like doing anything, including going to work or, even worse, writing anything here of a meaningful nature.

Yeah, yeah, so what's new, heh.

Not too bad today at work, I got to do a biopsy, but the nurse who told me twice that she was going to lock up... didn't, and I got in trouble for that. I just need to stop trusting people, no matter if their good intentions usually pan out or not.

Back to the old, old rule: if it needs doing, dammit, do it yourself.

Or, at the very least, check and make sure that it's done.

That's one thing that I remember being glad about when I was no longer a supervisor: I was responsible for only what I did. And the sad fact is, if anyone offers to clean up after you, you still need to make sure that they do, 'cause if they don't, you're the one in trouble, you're the one responsible. If they do what they say they'll do, that's just dandy, but they really have no great stake in it, and other things may attract their attention, and then you're shit down the drain.

I'm too damned old to have to be learning these lessons, heh.

And too damned tard to be writing any more here.