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    <title>thomas the train and new york's bravest</title>
    <published>2007-02-22T23:16:57Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-22T23:16:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so being a procrastinator and all i realized that i can't order purim costumes online because they might not make it here by purim. (older son has to have his by next thursday for school, for those thinking, oh yeah it will definately make it) so i took the guys to party city and suprisingly ended up with two costumes for the loooowwwwwwwww price of 32.99. yup two for that price instead of spending way more online + shipping and handling. so happy good shopping day to me :)</content>
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    <title>snow day</title>
    <published>2007-02-14T16:08:23Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-14T16:08:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so when you're young and in school snow days are exciting. but when my 2 boys are off and i have work = not so fun. so i called in "boys dont have school too bad can't come in" and am home in my pjs. that part is fun, but the yucky conditions outside don't leave us much to do. so a day off but a kinda boring one so far.</content>
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    <title>hershey kiss</title>
    <published>2007-01-11T19:26:05Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-11T19:26:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">at my office there's a huge plastic silvery colored hershey kiss sitting on the counter where patients come to schedule another appointment. the top of it is open and it's currently filled with individually wrapped mints. so some older guy was standing right in front of it today while his wife was making an appointment. having nothing to do, he closed it but couldn't figure out how to open it back up. so i said press the button. suddenly the top swings to the side and "this kiss, this kiss" blares loudly from it. you know the song, from shania twain i believe. it was funny because its so damn loud and whenever it happens it scares the hell out of everyone. that's why we leave it open. but every so often there's a curious fellow or fellowette who pushes the button. they must've been that kid who had to see for themselves why you couldn't put your finger in the outlet or lightbulb socket.</content>
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    <title>nonsenseaboutme @ 2007-01-10T19:35:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-11T00:46:10Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-11T00:46:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">the lady who works in the back sits in a cubicle and cannot see who's heading towards her because of the damn cubicle. did i mention she also sits near the employees only bathroom? well that's an important part of the story. she's also annoying, but she doesn't bother me, i ignore her shenanigans and find it extremely entertaining when she's chewing people out. she takes her job way too seriously sometimes, but she has no ultimate power (meaning hiring or firing). one more detail to note is that she does not know how to shut the f up sometimes. case in point tuesday. a slightly strange patient who happens to be friends with the doc headed to the back and wanted to use our personal employees only bathroom. so a new employee, who only comes in once a week asked lady in the back "can a patient use that bathroom?" so lady in the back shouts "THAT BATHROOM IS FOR EMPLOYEES ONLY. THE ONLY PATIENT WHO USES THAT BATHROOM IS FLAKY LADY(she said the real name) AGAINST MY BETTER JUDGMENT" so the patient says thats me. and proceeds into the bathroom. after a minute of stunned silence, lady in the back says to new employee, "why didn't you tell me she was standing there?" so new employee says "i didn't know who it was!" i was in a room off to the side and laughing it up inside that lady in the stuck her foot in her mouth once again. it was so funny.</content>
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    <title>new year</title>
    <published>2007-01-02T20:06:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-02T20:06:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Happy Anniversary to me! Yay 6 years. :)</content>
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    <title>nets game</title>
    <published>2006-12-10T15:51:21Z</published>
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    <content type="html">last night we went to the nets game. it was my first basketball game. my boss is a huge nets fan, season tickets and all, and gave me 2 tickets since he wasn't using them. a coworker of mine was telling me how amazing the seats are so i should definately go. and i would've gone even if the seats weren't amazing. so we get to the meadowlands a little late and after getting through the line at the door, the guy looking into my bag, the guy frisking my hubby (!) (he looks very dangerous, heheheh) we get to an official looking guy and ask him how to get to our seats. so he tells us to go to a specific door. at that door they lady says go all the way down the steps to the next lady. so we just keep getting closer and closer to the court when we finally get to our seats. we were in row e (yup the FIFTH row!) behind the basketball hoop. our seats were ON THE FLOOR. like we did not have to look at the screens to see what was going on. we were able to see each player, each name and number on the back of their jersey. we were able to see them get pissed each time the ref made a call. we could see one celtic dude trip over a cameraman. we were like 5 feet away from Jason Kidd, Vince Carter and the rest of the bunch. every time out we saw all the guys gathering right near us. so cool. it happened to be a great game too. very close scores the whole time. at the last seconds it was tied at 90 but with 2 seconds to go a celtic made a shot that made the game. sucked for all us nets fans but was cool to watch. i don't know how i can ever sit in the nosebleeds again.</content>
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    <title>awd</title>
    <published>2006-12-04T21:54:01Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-04T21:54:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i am a proud owner of an suv. yup a gas guzzler. not too much of a guzzler. less of a guzzler than i anticipated. i would just say a gas drinker. as opposed to my old car, a gas sipper. oddly enough, i'm looking forward to the first snowfall of the season to try out my all wheel drive. so when i saw those few sprinkles this morning i couldn't wait until it accumulated. but then those flurries were gone. were they a figment of my imagination? it almost seems so. now i must continue to wait for that big storm and i just sail through mounds of snow while the fuel efficient compact cars spin their wheels.</content>
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    <title>rain</title>
    <published>2006-11-14T00:16:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-14T00:16:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">whenever i see wet leaves i think of &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_kafkagirl' lj:user='kafkagirl' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://kafkagirl.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://kafkagirl.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;kafkagirl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>election day</title>
    <published>2006-11-07T21:52:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-07T21:52:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i didn't vote. i'm a slacker. but i can't stand anything vote related - i'm sick of those flyers in my car's windshield, the dumb ads on tv day and night, and the campaign mail stuff. i know, it's part of the process but it's very annoying. and 1 son had off. i was off too because i was sick since sunday, and actually felt better today but not perfect so i figured i'd take off a day and hang out with him instead of shipping him off to someone for the morning. so we dropped off little brother, did a couple of errands and stopped off at dunkin donuts. it was nice spending time with him one on one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow afternoon (after work) i'm going to his class because he is 'child of the week'. every week 2 kids are children of the week. and a parent has to come to class one day and do something with the class. yup. bake something, do an art project, read a book or anything else. so of course i have no clue what to do and didn't call the teacher to let her know what day i'm going in or what i'll be doing. so she sends a note home with my son which was the same one she sent last week only it said 'your son is child of the week_________THIS WEEK!!!!_____ i read it and laughed. she's so super organized that she was probably losing sleep over the fact i didn't get back to her. anyhoo, i am going in tomorrow. she asked what i'd be doing. she said it doesn't have to be anything major since i will only be there for 20 minutes. so i'm reading them a book and doing charades. i don't mind going to his class. however, i'm supposed to be there at 2:45 and 20 minutes later is 3:05 - school is dismissed at 3:35. so what do i do after that? hang out for a 1/2 hour in the parking lot? leave and come back? what a dumb time to schedule it.</content>
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    <title>procrastination</title>
    <published>2006-11-07T21:40:01Z</published>
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    <content type="html">so i'm a procrastinator. just like a few of my close lj buddies. but i didn't realize the extent of it until i heard that as of today, november 7th, some people in my son's class have next year's carpools organized. yup. so upon hearing that, it was no wonder that when i received an email from a daycamp for this summer, that starts 8 months from now, it stated that there were no spots left. yup. that's the town i live in. super organized. it's insane. so i'm searching for daycamps now and i have to sign older son up for baseball before the end of november or he'll be on a waiting list! it's not like i was thinking to wait until may or june to think about daycamp. but maybe january? is that too crazy a thought?</content>
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    <title>what if...</title>
    <published>2006-10-30T00:48:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-30T00:49:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=36099539665548298&amp;amp;q=microsoft+ipod"&gt;...microsoft designed the ipod?&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>my new baby</title>
    <published>2006-10-27T01:58:02Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-27T01:58:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v284/sharx18/Picture255.jpg" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>dunkin d's coffee</title>
    <published>2006-10-17T21:29:36Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-17T21:29:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">today the doc showed up an hour late. so needless to say we were running behind. so after waiting for some time, a patient HAD to go to an URGENT appointment. so she asked if she can go to her other appointment and come back. she left the phone number of the place she'd be at so we can call her if we speed up. so she left. time ticked by. it was nearing her turn so my coworker gave the number a call. someone at the other end answered "nail salon". yup. urgent manicure appointment awaited her. i do not make these stories up. in other news our trusty drug rep guy brought coffee and donuts. on a day that i had no time to stop for java. so it tasted so much better.</content>
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    <title>bring your son to work week</title>
    <published>2006-10-12T19:53:15Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-12T19:53:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so my older son is off from school this whole holiday week. yup. my boss happens to be away so i don't have a lot to do at work. correction. i have nothing to do at work. i answer a few phone calls an hour. then me and the front desk girls sit online playing various games. so i brought my son to work with me. he colors, cuts, and plays computer games to. he runs around a little bit and asks people questions, but generally he's an agreeable kid. so this morning as we were walking in, a woman who works in the back who is annoying (talks out loud to herself, if you try to ask her a question while she's on the phone and you don't realize that, she yells "I'M ON THE PHONE!!", curses to herself but we all hear, bitches about nonsense etc)was walking in at the same time so my son runs towards her yelling "hi ann(not her name)!!" all excited to see her. so she barks "don't run in the parking lot!" hello!? first of all, there were no cars, i was right behind him and was watching him, and he's a cute little kid saying hi to you! what's your freakin problem? and the rest of the day if he went to the back to ask her stuff she was being very abrupt to him. i was annoyed. if she has a problem with me bringing him, tell me about it. don't give a 4 year old attitude. not that she has any right to tell me to bring him or not. and if her problem is that we're all doing nothing at the front, it's not my problem that she has a lot to do. i did everything i had to. and if those aren't her reasons, and its something personal, leave it at home. i don't need to hear you bitching all day. how annoying. but that jewelquest game rocks. i am totally addicted to it.</content>
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    <title>the office</title>
    <published>2006-10-05T22:57:33Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-05T22:57:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">sometimes, as my coworker likes to put it, "is there a full moon out?", this is said with regards to the nuts that crawl out of the woodwork in a short period of time. so the doc left today for the holiday week and of course the day before we had our share of annoying patiens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first there was a patient that when he came in and my coworker asked "your name?" his wife answered for him "matthew smith". and she continued to answer for him during the whole filling out paperwork/paying copay time. finally when he was called in he said to the medical assistant "i know why doctor's run behind, it's because all of you guys (us office people) waste so much time". and a few minutes later he was on his cell phone calling his wife in the waiting room to join him in the exam room cuz "she might as well come in if he has to sit there and wait for a really long time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was the patient who thought her appointment was wednesay but it already passed - it was tuesday night. so she "urgently" needed to see doctor for a refill of medication and a chemical peel - which medical assistants can do when doc isn't here. i said we're completely booked. she went on and on how she's in court all day weds and thurs and she needs this prescription cuz she's in a race and if she's not on her ACNE meds, it might hinder her performance (doc won't refill it over phone, patients need to come in once per month for it). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the the best one. who had an appointment to have sutures taken out when doc is away. she needed to change it for an evening appointment. i said the med assistants aren't staying late when doc's away. she was like if i knew the med assistants were taking out the sutures, i wouldn't have made the appt. i want the doctor to take them out. i said we're completely booked and the med assistants take out EVERYONE's sutures. she says she has a  special "medical condition" and no one can touch her but the doctor. what was her special condition you may ask? she's allergic to latex. as in latex gloves. as in it says it in big letters on her chart. as in the chart the medical assitants would've seen before touching her. which she could've also mentioned if she was so worried about someone touching her with latex-y gloves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats seeing all these characters.</content>
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    <title>night one</title>
    <published>2006-09-19T23:14:27Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-19T23:14:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so last night was the first night of readings in humanities. barf. i don't mind the readings part. or the humanities. it's just the writing intensive part. and the teacher. she started off by trying to memorize all of our names. because "my goal in this class to know all your names and put a face to all those names !!" instead of taking attendance, we went around the room saying our names and here's what happened.&lt;br /&gt;rachel: "rachel"&lt;br /&gt;stacey: "stacey"&lt;br /&gt;teacher: "ok, rachel, stacey... next?"&lt;br /&gt;john: "john"&lt;br /&gt;brett: "brett"&lt;br /&gt;connor: "connor"&lt;br /&gt;teacher "rachel &amp; stacey, john, brett....and colin? oh, connor!next!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on and on until she announced everyone's name by heart. next we had to write a bit about ourselves on an index card. but not our email address or address or stuff like that because she already had that info. more like what is your major? what is your career plan? why are you taking this class? (it's a requirement) she said "i know it's a requirement, but give me a little bit more than that". so i wrote that its a requirement and i like to read. how's that for more. heh. but that was not all. no not at all. we had to waste more of our 3.25 hour evening class that gets out after 9:00 pm. she had to whip out her digicam (which she barely knew how to use and girl in first row helped her out with it cuz she had the same one!! - those were sarcastic exclamation points) and take individual pics of all of us cuz "i thought it would be neat to have a pic of each of you attached to your index card!". i can imagine her already every night before bed memorizing our names with our pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was the beginning of class. in middle, a cell phone went off. the ringer was christina aguilera's "ain't no other man but you". so funnily enough it was our teacher's phone. hah. the class thought it was pretty funny that a middle aged woman had that as her ringer. and of course one girl in my class had to say "omg, i looooovvvvee christina!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was how night one of r.i.h. began. i'm sure the next class will give me lots of more wonderful posting material.</content>
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    <title>nonsenseaboutme @ 2006-09-04T18:50:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-04T22:50:35Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-04T22:50:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">happy bday kafkagirl :)</content>
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    <title>day off</title>
    <published>2006-08-30T21:39:56Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-30T21:39:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so on our wonderful day off, we started off the day sleeping late and hanging out in pjs. then we decided to get our act together. so although it was raining, we headed out. we drove into the city. the boys love the city. as do we adult folks. they love the drive in, the bridge, the water, the tall buildings etc. so we parked and went to get pizza on the upper west side. we miraculously found parking on that very same block. so we had a few slices and some crispy fries and onion rings. then we realized that we were parked in a 2 hour zone and we were planning to go to the manhattan children's museum and didn't want to be pressed for time. so we piled back in the car and found a spot without a meter. then we walked to the subway, which was the highlight of the kids' day. so we hopped a train and 2 stops later we were at our destination. only 3 short blocks from the museum. we paid our admission (8 bucks per person - anyone 1 and older must pay), checked our dripping jackets at the coat check and started walking inside the museum. which of course was when both guys needed a bathroom break. yup, before we even started. so we headed to the elevator to go downstairs. finally we got to start museum-ing. the first floor had the clifford the big red dog room. with all sorts of clifford stuff to climb on, draw, watch and play. the next floor was dedicated to dora the explorer and diego, her cousin. the next floor had an imitation of a city bus with multiple steering wheels which kept them occupied for a while. next there was an art project room where kids were making animal puppets out of paper bags but they had no interest in that. we were like 'look they're using glue!' but to no avail. they did not want to stop and do crafts. we headed to the lower level to the giant room named 'block party'. yup. a big empty room with tons and tons of blocks. all the same shape. adults and kids alike were building all sorts of cool things. that's when of course hubs was in his element and was getting pissed at kids attempting to knock down his various attempts at skyscrapers. but it was fun. that was probably my favorite room as well. after that the boys started getting grumpy so we headed back to the subway and caught a train back to our car. where we munched on snack, juice boxes, and our leftover french fries from lunch. then we went home and had a great dinner of leftovers - warm chicken soup (which tastes way better when its reheated) to warm our cold selves. that was our vacation. it was fun. we love the city. a guy and his dog stopped near us and told the boys they could pet 'bear' the friendly furry dog. one of my guys took him up on his offer but the other guy was scared. then the guy was trying to get his dog to 'SIT!' and 'LAY DOWN!' but it wasn't listening. which is when we were trying to pretend to be interested but really wanting to keep walking. finally him and his dog decided to move on. it was a fun day even though it was crappy weather.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nonsenseaboutme:21151</id>
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    <title>sounds like someone has a case of the mondays</title>
    <published>2006-08-28T22:18:50Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-28T22:18:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">yesterday we went to visit my sis and bro-in-law who were packing up to move to baltimore. so we get there and bro-in-law isn't home. typical. but we say our g'byes to my sis and her box laden apartment. then we went to say hi to my mom and catch dinner there - mostly leftovers but someone else's leftovers is always better than your own. cuz technically it isn't leftovers for you because you didn't eat it the first time with someone else. does that make sense? i understood it in my head. then we dropped off the little guys at the inlaws for a 'sleepover'. they are done with camp and school hasn't started so with me and hubs working, i needed someone to watch them. and i figured since i was going to be in the neighborhood sunday, might as well let them sleep over instead of coming back monday morning to drop them off. so out of the car they went with their cute backpacks, scooby doo and winnie the pooh. they were psyched. so we went home and basically did none of the cleaning up and organizing that we planned. we just hit the couch and watched the emmys. which were boring and dull and as expected. so this morning i actually got to get up and not feed any kids or wrangle them into clothes. i just ate my breakfast grabbed the keys and left. ahhhh. how nice. what a vacation. and work passed by really quickly. not due to any excitement, but to the usual nonsense. tomorrow me and hubs are taking off of work to take the kids somewhere. where you might ask? i don't know. i'll keep y'all posted.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nonsenseaboutme:20838</id>
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    <title>scheduling</title>
    <published>2006-08-25T19:06:04Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-25T19:06:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so today the doc notices that monday is blocked off - no appointments made. so right when i come in he asks me who told you to block it off? i said it was in the appointment book like that. he says he has no idea why. there was another blocked off day - september 11th that is the same deal. after 15 minutes he remembers that he has an appointment on sept 11. fine. but what about this monday? so it turns out a local hospital (one of the 3 he's affiliated with) thinks he's doing a clinic there on monday. but he says he's not - that schedule was revised. hmmm. then that same hospital calls a few times that he's on call and has to see 2 patients there today. he grabs the phone and tells them he's not on call, they should call dr. x. and fax over the revised schedule. finally they fax over the revised schedule and we start booking monday. and moving some tuesday and wednesday people to monday as well. so it can be decently booked. things are going fine but then one of my coworkers comes over and tells me doc is under the weather, he's really not feeling well. can we cancel people from this afternoon? so after all that, we start cancelling people from this afternoon and fill up most of monday with reschedules. and that was my morning.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nonsenseaboutme:20614</id>
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    <title>busy</title>
    <published>2006-08-24T20:00:56Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-24T20:00:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so today at work it was insanely busy. as usual. at 1:00 these 2 girls come in. they have appointments at 4:00 and 4:45. they asked if the 4:45 can be seen earlier. so i assume (i know, never assume blah blah blah) that they want to come in together at 4:00. so i say fine. they then proceed to sit down in the waiting room. so i call them back. it seems that they wanted to be seen earlier than 4:00. like, at 1:00. there was a full waiting room with a few more patients to come before the 1:15 break. needless to say i said no. either take the 4:00 or reschedule. they rescheduled. we even got the doctor to say not to put in anyone else for that day. which is like a miracle cuz he likes a busy schedule. but of course one annoying coworker was on the phone about to put in a patient in for suture removal. which is a quick thing. that the medical assistants can do without the doctor. but, considering that we were so overbooked, it wasn't a great idea to put that person in being that the med. assistants need a freakin room to put the patient into. they can't take the stiches out in the hallway. which is what i told annoying coworker. because i couldn't just say doc said no more patients today. cuz then she had to say but it's just a suture removal. and i had to go through the whole explanation. why can't people just listen. maybe she doesn't mind staying at work all night but other people do. geez.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nonsenseaboutme:20297</id>
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    <title>amex</title>
    <published>2006-08-18T00:08:45Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-18T00:08:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">we have a patient that comes in twice a week for a specific treatment. he has to shell out his $20 copay each time. so he usually puts it on his card. which is an amex but a little weird looking. so this week he comes in and heads in for treatment and tells us to run his card while he's in the exam room and he'll sign afterwards. while he's in there, this guy i work with is like wow who's card is that? so i tell him and he's like do you know the deal with this card? i'm like no, its an amex. he's like its a BLACK amex. (made of some tough material, not the typical plastic pretty funky looking). so i'm like ok, a black amex - whoop dee doo. so he says they only give these to specific wealthy people. like you have to be invited by american express to have one. there is absolutely no spending limit on it. you can buy a house on it if you want. seriously, no joke. so of course when he comes out the guys are looking at him with new found respect. when he asks for the card i said someone took it with them to the mall. so he laughed and says how come all the girls know what this card is?! which was funny because i had no clue about it until my coworker explained the deal. and we always kid around when we hold onto someone's card for a minute that we're taking it to the mall. i guess the girls he knows are all gold-diggahs :)</content>
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    <title>my day so far</title>
    <published>2006-08-17T18:59:07Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-17T18:59:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so as usual dropped the boys at camp (2nd to last day of camp - boo hoo!) and popped into 7-eleven for my daily dose of caffeine. i was all casual in my long denim skirt, short sleeved tshirt on top of a long sleeved one (it's cold at my office) and flip flops. why so casual you may ask? because the doc is out of town. until next wednesday. so we can chill. basically i was coming in to answer phones. there was no billing stuff to do - because there are no patients being seen. no patients asking how long the wait is. no patients filling out the first page of info not realizing there are 4 pages behind it. no medical assistants asking who added patients into today's schedule. so yup ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. we got new computers a few weeks ago and in addition to answering the phones i started entering our appointment book into the computer. yup we were still doing appointments by hand. so our new system is cool. if someone wants to know when their appointment is we just search by name. this saves us tons of time because in the past, this is what would happen.&lt;br /&gt;patient: i'm not sure when my appointment is, can you look it up?&lt;br /&gt;me: do you know if it was this week?&lt;br /&gt;patient: no but i know it's in august and in the morning&lt;br /&gt;me:(to myself) that narrows it down&lt;br /&gt;me: (rifles through a bunch of pages looking at every morning)&lt;br /&gt;me: i don't see you appointment. is it possible you missed it already?&lt;br /&gt;patient: i guess it's possible, can i make another appointment?&lt;br /&gt;me: ok. (give her an appointment)&lt;br /&gt;i know, all of you are like, if this is what's exciting for you..... &lt;br /&gt;it might not be an exciting job, but it's very entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;patient: i need to come in for an appointment&lt;br /&gt;my coworker: are you a new patient to the office?&lt;br /&gt;patient: yes&lt;br /&gt;my coworker: the first available appointment i have is at the end of next week&lt;br /&gt;patient: how about today&lt;br /&gt;my coworker: the doctor isn't here&lt;br /&gt;patient: what about tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;my coworker: the doctor isn't here either - like i said, the first available appointment i have is next friday.&lt;br /&gt;patient: ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do people think they'll get an appointment with a specialist the day they call? and don't understand that other people have appointments? and if we squeeze them in, they'll bitch about having to wait? morons. heheheheheh.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nonsenseaboutme:19935</id>
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    <title>play date</title>
    <published>2006-08-09T22:27:36Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-09T22:27:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so today i got almost 3 hours to myself. not at work. not with the kiddies. a-l-o-n-e. my 2 guys went to a friend after camp. so usually when that happens i call about 1 hour later to see how things are going. this mom was telling me how they're going to go in the pool and they had face paint on from camp and wanted it off so she took a few pictures of them before washing their faces so i would be able to see what they looked like. then she said they were playing toys and were going to have ice pops. she sounded so involved in their activities which was great for them but made me feel a bit guilty. when kids come over here i'm like yes now i don't have to sit and entertain them! not that i mind entertaining them. just sometimes i mind. they entertain me all the time with their funny comments. yesterday we were outside and they were riding these cute little tricycles that they have and some middle aged guy tending to his lawn said 'nice bikes'. so my older son asked him 'do you have a bike?' so he said no. so my son says 'oh, that's cuz you have a car, right?' so he says 'i don't have a car'. so my son was all amazed that he was talking to the seemingly one adult in the world without their own set of wheels and he asked 'why don't you have a car?' so the guy says 'i can't afford it'. so my son says 'bye' and resumes peddling. 2 minutes later he asks 'mom, what's afford?' try explaining that concept to a 4 year old.</content>
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    <title>awesome snack alert!</title>
    <published>2006-08-08T19:07:04Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-08T19:07:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ok this isn't the first time i've had them, but the first time i've purchased them on my own. i love honey wheat pretzels. they almost have the pringle appeal. (where once u pop u can't stop). and since it says 'wheat' in the name, i take it to mean healthy. why? i don't know. not that that makes any sense because cake and cookies have wheat too. well, in my mind they're healthy ok?!</content>
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