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So guess who's apparently a lay midwife at the Indianapolis VAMC? Yep, me. Guess who has never been to Indianapolis in her life? Also me.
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Well, the day is over. I got out of work at four, but I didn't get home until seven and then didn't actually get to sit down until nine.

Today was pretty much the worst day I've had at Receivia since I was working in A/R. Logged back into all my systems after a half-hour lunch (I get an hour M-F), only to discover that the facility had completed an open professional bill for me, then copied it and finished that account's institutional bill as well. The next seven accounts in a row had already been billed and 'closed out' by the facility, despite having just been assigned to us yesterday. Because I'm paranoid and take things personally, and was also the only person billing Columbia today, I had a small attack of "OH MY GOD THIS IS MY FAULT I'M NOT DOING THIS FAST ENOUGH OR WELL ENOUGH AND THEY'RE GOING TO COMPLAIN ON MONDAY."

Broke down and cried at my desk. Then I tried to log into one last system and "flip" bills. Spent forty-five minutes fighting with it to no avail. Cried more. One of the team leads fought with it for another ten, and then told me that facility had pulled all our assigned encounters and flipped them for us, because they're assholes.

Around three, one of my fellow inmates -- the only other person to share my row -- looked up and went, "Katie, you do look like you're about to cry." The look of surprise on her face when I told her I already had, more than once, was almost a bright spot, except then my systems kicked me out.

All told, I had an hour of downtime and didn't make goal. I did get exactly 80% of goal, though, which I guess isn't bad for your first time on a facility. Especially if you're overtired, overstressed, and just generally overworked all to hell.

The news gets even better. Starting Monday, I'm now required to put in fifty-six hours a week. They don't really care how I manage it, I just have to get the hours. Which would be fine, I guess, except I'm supposed to cram two extra days's worth of hours into... one extra day.

There are days I could swear this place is deliberately trying to make me feel stupid and worthless.
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Well, werk is switching me to a new facility again. I have now moved from VISN 16 to VISN 2 to VISN 23. I'll be billing for Minneapolis.

Minneapolis's schedule is 7-7 M-F and 8-4 on Saturdays.

I think I might cry.
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Pick one (or more!) of my fandoms and I will tell you...

1. The character I first fell in love with
2. The character I never expected to love as much as I do now
3. The character everyone else loves that I don't
4. The character I love that everyone else hates
5. The character I used to love but don't any longer
6. The character I would shag anytime
7. The character I'd want to be like
8. The character I'd slap
9. A pairing that I love
10. A pairing that I despise
11. Favorite character
12. My five favorite characters
13. My five least favorite characters
14. Which character I am most like
15. My deep, dark fandom secret
nagia: (ffvii; yuffie; best beloved)
Dear LJ:

Plz to not give me panic attacks again, kthx.

Having a heart attack at not one but three emails spread across two email accounts thanking me for a payment I don't recall making and don't recall the exact price of when I just bought a PS3 and made my student loan payment is amazingly enough not full of lulz.




Dear VistA:

Why are you suddenly asking me to run the ACM Claims Auditor at the end of all my rx claims when you never did before?




Dear Final Fantasy XIII: Fabula Nova Crystallis Localizing Team c/o Squaresoft-Enix USA:

If you excised the f/f subtext, I will end you all, yes, even if your leader was Alexander O Smith. Nothing, not even a translation as beautiful as Vagrant Story, will save you from my internetty wrath.
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So today I went to my work's Thanksgiving dinner. I wound up leaving right after the company president gave his "state of the company" speech, because it was completely, totally, mindnumbingly boring and the food was terrible. (One thing I both love and hate about the South? "I have a church thing in the morning," is an excuse even more valid than "A waiter set me on fire," even if a waiter really did set you on fire.)

I don't think I'll go to the Christmas thing. Sitting through a half-hour prayer that was ostensibly about Thanksgiving was bad enough, but if I hear "the reason for the season," ever again, particularly in a setting where I am not allowed to mercilessly mock that stupid trite turn of phrase with its stupid rhyme and its stupid people saying it who are convinced there is some kind of war on a goddamn dressed-up pagan holiday, I may just set myself on fire.

ESSENTIALLY, CHRISTIANITY: I HATE IT, WORK PARTIES: I'M NEVER GOING TO ANOTHER ONE, TOMORROW: DAMN AM I GLAD IT'S SATURDAY.

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