Oh how I love my job...

Sunday morning, I had a run in with an asshole at work who entered the department bellowing "Who's doing my X-Rays?" Then the bastard has the nerve to write me up for being rude when I'm not as nice as he wants.

Moreover, this dick with clothes on has a history with my bosses and has been slapped down when he got to big for his britches.

So I'm to be the whipping boy, eh? I don't think so.

Let him try this shit again, oh boy, let this mother try something again. I'll write his ass up so fast he'll never know what hit him.

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In other news, my mom is out here for Thanksgiving and a bit more. She's been having fun remodleing my bathroom... @.@ The shelves are nice, but I don't like being all bent over when I'm trying to poop...

Tonight, we make ready for the 12 people who will decend upon my house tomorrow to eat, eat, and watch football. Included will be my younger brother who will be flying in despite all the bad weather back in St. Louis and points east.

Now, dinner... And Mythbusters! :)

Tonight's low here in LA, in the 40's...