OH, THE INSANITY!!!

I had a huge thing written out, clicked the wrong button......... It's GONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Grrrr... I should be writing this in Word, really I should.

My whole point was to share a site that Logan and I were reading at last night (his books are packed up, and he is supposed to read for a minimum of five minutes a day beyond his reading homework, starting yesterday. Bygosh.com is cute. Logan hasn't read the whole story, but about 1/3 of it. He actually knew 95% of the words on the screen, I was impressed!

Anyway. What I was writing about is that yesterday I thought my day was going to be BAD. As Billy and Logan walked out the door in the morning, I opened my laundry closet, and all of the sudden the 60-ounce bottle of fabric softener came crashing down onto my very hard tile floor. Not a big deal since it's a plastic bottle? No way, it's just not in the cards for me to have good luck like that!!! Liquid starts pouring out of the bottle, all over the floor and under my dryer. I'm freaking out because not only is it spilling, but it's wedged between the back of the bifold door and my dryer, making it almost impossible for me to grab to pick up (tight squeeze!). In the meantime, the bottle has lost all its contents. What happened was apparently it fell cap-first, and the entire cap section was now broken off and stuck INSIDE the bottle. Sigh. I used what I thought to be all the paper towels in the house (though I did find some more later, but that didn't help me then!) and a washcloth, and successfully wiped up everything. My floor is going to be very rain fresh for a while, though! Oh yeah!

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And I don't mean to be critical, but sometimes I think the guy (doctor) I type for is a real dolt.... and I mean that with the highest amount of respect. Really. I mean, the guy pays me (well, he pays my boss. who then pays me) to type for him. But I swear if he forgets to turn off his tape recorder one more time, I am personally gonna go down there and cuss HIM out. What he does is starts the recorder and either doesn't realize it's on or doesn't care, then starts swearing like a truck driver about something to his nurse. Stuff like, "F---ing kids!" or "What the h--- is wrong with him?" I usually only catch the bad words, then he stops the tape and restarts when it's out of his system. Why??? I typed for him last night, and he must have left the tape on for a good 15 minutes--the man had entire phone conversations with prospective buyers for a house/condo he has for sale. He cussed out (behind his back) a colleague/patient who has a tendency to cancel appointments as of late. He discussed the Vioxx lawsuits with someone. He seemed to hover over the tape when saying just those naughtiest words. I am so lucky. It's not that I only get to type about feet for a living, but I also get to hear his tantrums AND make his made-up words have some sort of clarity. I mean, really.... Verrucas is still not a word, and I do think they taught that to you in med school. I should be thankful--at least the recorder doesn't make it into the bathroom, like happened to my boss. Or he doesn't fall asleep dictating.

I used to type for a very nice dentist who stopped using our service because he got voice-recognition software (still don't see how it works for him, but whatever). He used to sing me personalized Christmas songs on the end of his tape. I miss him.

I do remember when I used to type for a local Pain Clinic, they hired in the equivalent of a PA (I can't remember her exact title). For a long time she'd be in mid-sentence and just stop for a minute.... then restart in a totally unrelated sentence, leaving me wondering what in the heck she wanted me to type. She did that for a good couple of weeks, every patient she saw. I HATED HER with a hate that cannot be uttered in words. Hehehe. I am sure she was very nice, though.

How did I start ranting about transcription?? That's so not where this blog entry was supposed to go. Hmmm.