06.10.03 - 10:20 a.m. I really, really, really hate the bureacratic aspects of my job. I hate dealing with physicians' offices, trying to get their records. Seriously - is there anything more irritating than a bunch of non-sensical regulations that simply seem designed to drive one completely nuts? Take the case I have now. A now thirty-eight year old man has not worked for the company for six years. Six years, people. SIX. FREAKIN'. YEARS. He had an on-the-job back injury, which he... ...hmmm. much, much later. I was distracted by work, now it's almost time to go home. So... sleepmissliz is crawling off. I don't really feel like finishing this rant anyway. Hah!
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I am not a Marxist.
-- Karl Marx Dei remi facemmo ali al fol volo. -- Dante Inferno XXVI.125 Intelligent Life Apollos Azra'il Cody Migali The Psycho Salam Pax Silver Wolf she feeds the wound within her veins; she is eaten by a secret flame. -- Virgil, Aeneid, IV By your stumbling, the world is perfected. -- Sri Aurobindo |