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Just another week of saving lives.  This week, el COULOW was yelled at by an ER MD (and of course, COULOW yelled back), saw 6 old teabags, was forced to perform Cardiac CT (and broke down crying when the 80+ yr old man needed one), and snipped oh-so-lovely at an ER RN that she's always had a problem with.

So far, so good!

I'm getting feisty.  I am.  I just don't give a flying rat's ass about my job anymore.  If a Nurse or Doc gives me lip, I verbally sock em one.  I have yet to get in any trouble by my inept Supervisor.  He's been backing me up.

Or he's afraid of me. Ha.

When I have a suicidal day at work, I seem to achieve some major ass whoopin on video games. 

In other news, I am McLovin the Resident Evil 5.  The controls are getting easier.  My aim is getting a wee bit better.  I love the puzzles.  Timmies love that I love the puzzles, those little douche buckets hop in and I solve them.  One didn't get out of my way last night, so I kept lighting him on fire.  GOD that's fun.

It's Friday, meeting with the Career Counselor tomorrow, gotta do the taxes (fuckin a), gotta talk to Ma about Wedding invitations, AND...it's clan night bitches!

Boring?  Yes.  But not all my posts can be ridiculous.

A thought to leave with, I know what a 80 yr old man's chode looks like. And yes, the ball fro can turn white.

COULOW. Out.