August 23rd, 2005

kill everybody

Coyote is working overtime today.

Okay. Last week, I landed an entirely acceptable data-entry job through my temp agency. It's a two-week position; I started last Tuesday afternoon.

So, naturally, after just three full days on the job, I come down with a cold. (Didn't I just have a cold last month?) I actually went in yesterday, assuming that I was mostly over it, but after an hour, I started getting hints that I was in error. The person I'm working with at the client said, "yes, go home, don't come in while you're contagious" -- which is exactly my attitude. Good call; shortly after I got home, I pretty much collapsed into Bedrest And Fluids Mode.

This morning, I was still pretty bad, so I called in to both the client and the temp agency. My rep at the temp agency asked if I could get a doctor's note, so it didn't seem that I was just flaking off an assignment.

The answer to that question, it seems, is a solid NO.

My expedition to procure said note would have had to have been substantially more productive to even make the bottom of the pointless scale.
  • First urgent care: "We don't see walk-ins on Tuesday and Thursday."

  • Second urgent care: "None of our doctors showed up. We can't see anyone."

  • Third urgent care: "We're not an urgent care -- check across the street." (Okay, they get some slack, since it was the second Urgent Care that gave me directions.)

  • Fourth urgent care: "A cold's not 'urgent', you contemptuous crybaby. We won't see you without an appointment."

At this point, I'm tempted to write my own note. "A. Stormdancer, AA, BS, ESSP."

I've got enough biotech/health care background to know that all I need is bedrest, fluids, and vitamins -- NOT DRIVING AROUND FOR AN HOUR GETTING NOT-SEEN BY NOT-DOCTORS.
  • Current Mood
    cranky cranky

Coyote Update

I finally made an appointment with Urgent Care #1, and got in at 14:30 this afternoon. Either it's more than just a touch of the flu, or the doc decided to err on the side of caution: when he found out I'd had exactly the same symptoms six weeks or so ago, he scribbled out a scrip for antibiotics and told me to take tomorrow off, too.

He gave me a nice, formal-looking Off Work Authorization Form, which I have scanned and e-mailed to the temp agency with a very polite e-mail that did not in any way reflect the morning's rage and frustration.

And now, in the immortal words of Elmer Fudd, west and welaxation at wast!

  • Current Mood
    sick sickerer
hoard potato, tv, movies

Random Observation

In a fantasy setting like Ironclaw or Jadeclaw, hibernation is a nuisance. A character who sleeps for weeks or months at a time not only becomes vulnerable but will leave the rest of the party twiddling their thumbs through the winter (of course, realisitically, that's what people tend to do in the winter at such tech levels).

In a science fiction setting, however, especially one without FTL, hibernation becomes an asset. Hibernators use substantially less life support. Hohmann transfer orbits become much more feasible. Moreover, since hibernating mammals tend to be small-bodied (bears aren't true hibernators), you can pack more of them per ship.

So... in an anthropomorphic space setting, it's entirely plausible that, the further out you go, the more the population tends to favor mice, bats, ground squirrels and the like.
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    geeky geeky