Wednesday, April 4, 2018

Please Stand By

The last few days' break has been a necessary exercise in unrestrained capitalism because landlords and such still require presentation of the readies for things like power, light, groceries, etc.

It's also been the week that I've had to run around and perform all the petty tasks to demonstrate to TPTB that I know WTF I'm doing in the ER, and won't gratuitously kill anyone on a given day, even those who deserve it by all accounts, and the associated nonsense requisite in maintaining all the proper paperwork to keep the clipboard commandos at work happy and nosed out of my business.

I'm also guilty of perfectionism, and would generally rather wait until I have something worthwhile to share, rather than slap up something half-good (or worse)  just for the sake of eyeballs. It's not like I'm getting paid for this stuff; more's the pity.

The normal levels of dyspeptic and disgusted shock-induced blogging you know and love will return momentarily.


Jim Horn said...

Deo gratias!

Anonymous said...

'Ramming speed'

Mario Albano said...

You are missed

Anonymous said...

I was wondering what happened to the witty, inciteful and insightful pieces I had seen daily for the last several months. That said, everyone must tend their needs, otherwise the mind atrophies. Your audience will still be here when you return.


Anonymous said...

...won't kill anyone on a given day..."

“Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats.” ― H.L. Mencken, Prejudices: First Series.

Occurs to the best of us....

Elaine said...

I for one don't think you should let your personal life and responsibilities interfere with your blog postings....just kidding. Yes, we will always be here when you come back.

Reltney McFee said...

"...won't kill anyone on a given day..."

perhaps, "...won't kill everyone on any given day..."? A co worker commented to me the other day, that it's ironic that I have been in The Sick People Business for 37 years, and, yet, I pretty much cannot stand people.

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