day job

i moan about work a lot, a lot, a lot. the scarcity of much needed support in a quite intense environment gets to my nerves.

last year, i was shaking my head, co-workers were simply swathed with their own press release. anybody with a little reading, i reckon, can sense the drift of high K and dangling phosphates and creatinines. a little bit of plumbing skills doesn't automatically transform a mere mortal into a supreme entity. i don't like the noise nor a quite caustic hauteur. but i don't get to bump into those B's now. that's by chance and by choice.

through the wonders of rotation, i've shifted back to the more chaotic, more stressful workplace. i've hurt my hand the other day and my wedding ring, my most cherished possession needs to be taken to the jewelers. the pain is the most excruciating i've felt and i've had two induced labors.

every job has issues. but it's always pleasant to be nice and more heartwarming to be friendly.