ubiquitous grit Boring day. And I even got a lot of sleep last night, I did, like nine hours. Not enough, it seems. Although I'm not quite so yawny today, at least. We had a full crew there today, first time in a while, and it was nice. Plus we had an extra hand, the weekend night tech is learning CTs. It was nice being able to attend to the details without having to hurry and worry about missing something. Second smokeless day, it seems to get harder, but that's always been the way. Three more days and I can relax, but right now all I really want to do is smoke. And what the hell, if I can allow myself to smoke, why don't I get a bottle of whisky too? And while I'm at it, I could probably find a girl somewhere too, I'm sure that Karen wouldn't mind. In a pig's eye, heh. I really wish that I didn't have such an all-or-nothing attitude about things, like most people seem to have built-in. But I've always been, well, immoderate. Smoke the strongest cigarettes with no filters. Drink the best whisky straight. Pursue every hobby until I drop, or lose interest. I was never excessive with the ladies, though, always way too shy, and I still am, but it doesn't really matter, hasn't for the last twenty years. They are supposed to start working on the shop tomorrow. I finally talked to the guy and he promised... like he has several times before. I'll believe it when I see it. Nice cool day today, no tornados around close. And I go in at 07:00 tomorrow and for the rest of the week. For the next two weeks, really, since next week is my regular week. And tomorrow I'm in the scan room, and we're short a tech again, this time a FT one, so tomorrow'll be busy. We already have one biopsy scheduled, so that leaves us with only two techs in the department for most of the morning. I tried to get the biopsy done today, so that I could do it (I was on the Z) but things just didn't work out right, the request came down too late. It's never wise to do a lung biopsy in the late afternoon, 'cause if they do get a pneumothorax somebody has to get OT, and the bosses just hate that. Which reminds me, I still haven't talked to my supervisor about the possibility of changing the schedule. I told him that I wanted to talk, and he's never got back to me about it. I think that he might be a little leery about me wanting to talk to him... he has not had good experiences with that lately. I've been really good about not talking about tard lately, heh. It's a chore, but you folks are worth going the extra mile for, aren't you?
this truth, these facts, the universe
dirt under our nails.