if anyone can tell me what the point of this week's House was about, feel free to try... meanwhile, in the real world, today was a day when work was supposed to be fun but as is often the case, when you try to have fun at work, fun becomes work... but it was still fun...

did I mention that I spent a couple of days salary at Party City last night just so I could enhance the lives of others? (or was it merely to fit in?... no, if we take that line of reasoning, I obviously wanted to stand out, not just fit in, but then we assume that ego runs the show and all the altruism is window dressing which could be the case if we are not feeling especially optimistic or generous at the moment, but then, that double skews the perspective, now doesn't it?)...

if anybody can tell me the point of this entry so far, feel free to try... meanwhile, in the real world, playing a grim reaper did not get me into George's pants, even in my mind, but now that I think of it, I really should explore the possibilities of that fantasy in more detail now that I have the holocaust cloak (as I wish, if you follow the references)... and it could still be even more fun...

with face painted and costumed donned and toys of mass psychic destruction enabled and at the ready, the kids came wandering through the lair, otherwise known as the office area, after a few of us enhanced the ambiance of the environment with the stuff I bought... it turned out really cool and if I was shooting from ego, I'd have thought to take photos of it with my new camera phone, but alas, I must have slipped a disk or something because all I did was play in the moment...

I did about five minutes worth of work, which was five minutes more than at least one of my co-workers proudly claimed to do today... all the rest of the time was spent either posing for the kids, handing out candy, or sitting around laughing and sweating (hey, the cloak was warm) waiting for the next group of suspecting wayward children... by all accounts, fun was had by all and much appreciation was passed in many directions, including mine...

I even got a fish award for a form I developed recently (I believe I mentioned it somewhere and actually, I got a half dozen fish awards the first month I switched to the new position, for what it's worth... it's nice to be appreciated) for someone who actually wants to improve communication in the hospital... a few of the powers that be, much afraid of and resistance to change, especially any change that even gives illusion that they alone hold all the power over information in the place, grumble a lot these days and the prevailing winds point in the direction of better communication which includes more access to the precious patient information one person in particular thinks nobody should have but him (unfortunately for him, some of us need the information to do our jobs and while others before me have done a lot of dancing and extra work to please him, I will not and others are following suit, in this case, the evening supervisor who asked for the form that improves communication and that begins with making the power tripper's responsible for sharing some info others need)...

some people fear change so much they fight it every inch of the way no matter how foolish it makes them or even no matter how much it undermines the operation of a business - or hospital, even... and some people fear change so much they thrust themselves into a condition of constant change just so that it seems like nothing is changing because nothing retains any sense of permanence... and some just fake it because they are afraid to face the fact that all they do is sit and stagnate... and babblers will babbler anywhere when they are not provided with time to spend in their primary vehicle for babbling...

huh?...

oh yes, the doh! factor rides again... the art of stating the obvious is not lost, it's merely obscured by the obvious... and perhaps you expected a less spooky (or more linear or logical or coherent entry on the Eve of the Hallow?...

boo!...

meanwhile, in the real world... Raspy and I met at a local Mexican place called Amigos for dinner, therein further assaulting my distant intention to retire without depending on the government or the generosity of strangers for food and shelter and still further sliding down the slippery slope of growing old disgracefully by turning into a lumpy flabby blob of flesh... I figure if I make it sound bad enough, maybe I'll get back to the gym and start saving a dime or nickel now and then...

hey, it's the right night for illusions and fantasies, remember?...

and anytime's a good time for some self-mockery... so work was fun and fun was work and everyone smiled more than usual, which means it must have been a good day... and after work, more of the same... and that brings us to the here and now in realtime� and Precious needs some time so it�s time to say nite nite to all you wonderful people out in the world out there...

nite nite J

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