NEWS FLASH. Insurance companies don't care if your kid is short. They don't care. They don't care about what could happen to him/her because of it either. They don't care if he/she get teased at school. They don't care if he/she gets beaten up. They don't care if he/she can't get a job. They don't care if he/she can't get a date and never get layed. If it wont kill the kid they don't care.

They wouldn't even care if someone held a gun to your childs head and says "If he doesn't grow and inch in the next year I will blow his fucking head off." And if that person came back in a year and followed through? They don't care, because in the end it can be traced back to being short.

It's about money, people. MONEY.

emotional state: cranky audio: Escaflowne - Yoko Kanno - Hajime Mizoguchi - Over the Sky -

Let me paint you a word picture.

Sam Winchester. Age 13. Hair just a bit to long and curling, has just grown out of the baby fat, boney little shoulders, teenager sullen.

In our waiting room. Seriously. The kid's name is even actually Samuel. Mom called him Sammy.

emotional state: amused

I am in an awful mood. I just thought I'd share i with all of you people. Because I'm sure you wanted to know, right? I mean, maybe it's 'cause I'm on the rag, but the only thing between me an righteous homicidal rage is a chocolate chip cookie.

and even the cookie wont save the next person who is nasty to me. THERE WILL BE NO SAVING YOU! DO YOU HEAR ME!

I'm okay. I swear. Just. . .you know, don't yell at me.

emotional state: pissed off

You know, people used to find places all the time before they had GPS systems.  

It's called LOOKING.  Use your EYES.  That's what they're there for people. 

emotional state: annoyed audio: Don't even ask.

Dear Today.

Die iin a fire.

Sincerely,
Me.

location: Huh? emotional state: Histerical audio: Friggin ABBA man. Report:# letters

Dear phones,

Die in a fire.

Sincerely,
The Managment.

location: Hell emotional state: Grrrrr Report:# healthcare doesn't, letters

Okay tip: If you come into and office to sell and/or pimp your product the real person you have to be nice to is the person running the front office. You know the person at the desk? Yeah. That would be me. I mean I know your job is to butter up the doctor but you have to get past me to do it.

Because you want me to go back and say things like: "Dr. H. Sarah's here and she needs a signature for sample and they have a new program she wants to tell you about. We like Sarah.

Not: "There's an asshole out front trying to talk about something we don't really use. Seriously. Asshole. Come be mean to him because I don't want him to ever come back.

Because I will say that. I did say that.

location: workwork. emotional state: cranky audio: Friggin John Meyer. (Ugh.) Report:# healthcare doesn't

So on the way to work I saw a sulfur yellow Scion.

That's right. Azaezal drived a Scion.

/is done now.

location: Left field emotional state: weird

No fat on Friday? FAIL!

emotional state: crushed Report:# fail

I am bored. I should be working. Seriously. But I have the motivation of a dead slug. Which is pretty gross.

Tales from the office? Just because you act like a raving fucking bitch doesn't mean your child's MRI ("M as in map, R as in rat, I as in idiot.") results an emergency. It just means you're a bitch. If I wanted to be treated like your servent I'd have a job working for you as a servent. As it is? I have a job that makes me feild your bad attitude and I'm on the rag. Not a good day for you.

Randomly? No fat on Friday! It's a new rule.

location: work emotional state: cheerfully bitchy audio: radio. no clue what this is Report:# healthcare doesn't, lazy bum