you know (or you oughta), if I start coming here every day to tell you all about life as I know it, it would be very nice to see you coming here every day to check on whether I told you anything about life as I know it...

so I am sitting here eating corn and spinach and wondering when the parade begins... it's my party and I'll have a parade if I want to... besides, a parade might attract your attention and whole being aloof may appear cool, how many people upload words to a public diary to be aloof, really, anyone not here for attention please stand up now?

see?

nobody stood up, so we are all here for attention...

ATTENTION!

this is an announcement to announce that there is nothing to announce at this time... stay tuned to this diary and any announcements worth announcing (and many not) will be announced as soon as they are discovered.

excuse me, I have corn and spinach juice trickling down my chin...

there, that's better... now where were we?

today, ah yes, today... today started at midnight as days usually do... I was at work, and as usual, in between looking in on nearly naked sleeping teenage girls, I played cards... after a bit of paper work, of course... Cribbage, this time... I won a couple, lost a couple, actually snunked my two cute co-workers once (so much luck is involved in the game), and generally had fun... oh, I did get the printer up and running... there seems to be a major infestation of computer illiteracy at the hospital as after begging for a computer for a few years, an ancient desktop was finally provided (they will not allow us to bring in laptops because they do not want us to watch DVDs or TV cuz they think it will distract us from making rounds... I mean, just cuz a few people on the other unit missed a couple of kids sneaking into each others rooms to do the wild thing for an hour, they think we're all so negligent... that's the other side of the hospital where they generally sleep all night (meaning the staff) and get us all in hot water... so the paperwork is left in the dark ages)... anyway, it took six months for them to finally take the printer that was in the manager's office out of the box... I had to inform them that they did not purchase a cable when they purchased the printer... they left three cables the next day, all old, all incompatible... finally, after I left a detailed note explaining what kind of cable they needed (USB to USB2), a cable was left for me... plugging things in, yeah, it is beyond the advanced degrees on other shifts... then came installation...

naturally, the installation disk from Lexmark was incompatible... after a meeting where I was on my own (unpaid) time, I played with it for a half hour and decided to leave it for the staff who were going home... into the manager's capable hands I put the installation disk, the tech support phone number (which only worked on the day shift when they do not want to pay me cuz it's end of fiscal year budget crunch time so all the managers can get their fat bonuses), and the hope that they'd get something done... thee is supposedly someone in the hospital who knows something about computers and that is the name I always hear when I ask about computers, however I have never met the person... she may be a ghost or a figment of their collective imaginations...

lending support to the latter theory, a week ent by and people were asking me when the printer was going to work... obviously, because I was seen sitting at the computer without looking dumbfounded or asking anyone how to do anything, they assume I know what i am doing... so finally I sat down with the installation disk and hacked into it's archives files and played with the various buttons on Windows and viola, the printer is now working...

I got lucky.

then we played cards... once I got home, I started opening this site to write an entry and just as I did, I started nodding off... I went to bed and some hours later, woke... I scribbled in another diary, left some notes and comments around (when leaving a note or comment, do you ever feel like you are leaving out bait with the hope that someone will nibble and send some words back to you?... someone over at LJ calls it the "pick-me" principle... you can read about it here, an effort on your part that will be much appreciated... anyway, I do... pick me, pick me!)... then I came here and realized nothing happened today... well, except work and sleep and a little writing...

"it would be so nice to see your face at my door" ~ Carole King

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