beating up office furniture

I was reading one of those random questionnaires the other day, and one of the questions was, "How do you deal with anger?" I thought that was an interesting question, so I had to sorta think about it.


This is how I deal with anger:

I have to grab onto a stationary object and violently shake myself back and forth (this is usually accompanied by some for of growling or cursing).

One time, while I was at work, and I effed up an important film, I grabbed onto one of our counters, which have drawers underneath, and I went to do "my thing." I pitched backwards, flung the drawer out, and landed flat on my back, with the drawer on top of me.

People ask me why I have so many bruises. I've just started giving the same response - I'm an idiot.


I went to see the doc yesterday, for my checkup from falling out, and he said everything's fine. I asked him about the mumur that the other chick mentioned, and he said it was possible but obviously wasn't creating any type of problem. He even said I have the best blood pressure of all his patients, so that was nice to hear.

Oh, fo'shizzle, what else was I going to say? Oh yeah. When I came back, I got to go back in Dr. Gould's room, the surgeon whose room I was in when I passed out. Of course, everyone's been really nice and accomodating and looking at me all goggly-eyed and screaming out at inappropriate times "OMG! U'R NOT PREGGERS, R U??!LOLZZ!!1!1!!" Just like that. In "LOL-Kitteh" language. So, when I was on my way back in there, his nurse pulled me aside:

"I just wanted to tell you, before you hear it in the wrong context,"
*curious glance*
"Dr. Gould was really concerned about you..."
*holding breath, narrowing eyes*
"and after he heard you were feeling better, he told me that I needed to go find you and get you back in the room!"
*still holding breath at this point, starting to sweat*
"I told him that you were going to have to take the rest of the day off, because you just fainted! He said no, that we had to get you back, because you're exemplary and you're the only one who knows how to do everything he wants in his cases! He just kept saying, 'She's the best tech there is!'"
*massive exhalation*
"I just wanted to let you know that he was concerned about you - he just wanted you to come back because you're so good, and we had such a hell of a day ahead of us!"

*blushing* &=D I love being loved and appreciated!

I told her I kept begging them to let me just go back to work, but they wouldn't let me. So, I had to go around and find everyone and apologize. I hate letting people down...ever. Scott, the rez in my room, who was doing the actual surgery when it happened, found me and was like, "OMG! Are you ok???" I kept apologizing, and he was like, "No! Don't apologize! I was just so worried about you!" I said, "Well, as they were wheeling me out on the stretcher, I was crying and yelling out, 'TELL SCOTT I'M SORRY!!!' like the town drunk." Then as I was coming in for the case, Scott kept trying to help me push the c-arm in. I was like, "Dude. I'm ok. R-E-A-L-L-Y."

The way they treated me on Monday, I can't believe no one brought me a pacie [pass-ee] (pacifier) and some new diapers. What an ordeal! Next time I'm just going to tell them I did it on purpose.

"I totally MEANT to sit in the sharps container! I'm building up my immunities while at rest!...What do you mean it doesn't work? That's what that homeless man, with the needle in his arm, at the bus station said!"

Ok, I haffa pee.
Everyone is naming their top 10 movies. I don't know what mine are, but here's what I've said so far:

Meet Joe Black
Emperor's New Groove
Army of Darkness
Office Space

I'll have to keep thinking about this one. I know I'm leaving some out.

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