Yippeekayaee MotherF…What The Hell?

Posted by LilLaura as Lil Laura, Work Sucks

Woke up last Monday morning, energized and full of zing, hoping to bring down those motherfuckers in “L”. Spoke to “The Chief”-who said HE’D take care of it and get back to me….

Tuesday-was still energized. “The Chief” phoned….and my hopes of saying “Yippeekayaee MotherFuckers” were dashed….gone were the dreams of dressing all in black like the definitive Darth Vader….because “The Chief” had spoken to them and ironed out the problems….and then told me to talk to them, let them see what “a lovely personality” I had….<ewwww>. So, like a good marine, I obeyed orders (hey, it’s not my buisness and I am getting paid), but I DID NOT APOLOGIZE….(did you expect me to?). Only asked if we could “start over”, which they gleefully accepted…

Since Tuesday, I feel like I have been living in a parallel universe (do not start all the crap about how universe only implies there is one..etc-my masters thesis was on nanoparticles and I don’t give a shit!).

There is no atmosphere-the hectic world in which I am used to has…disappeared….there are still patients, but very little aggro (apart from the 60+ generation who I personally think should take life as it is and if they don’t agree, be strangled with their compression hosiery!)

So, in lieu of dressing like Darth Vader (maybe another opportunity will arise), I have decided to begin construction of a “death star”, which will obliterate GP (general practitioner) surgeries that get in the way….

Any of you who would also like plans of this are more than welcome to them, though be advised they are still in the developmental stage….

During my quiet time at work, in which I am usually writing up invoices etc for “L” (“L” is the local surgery), I got bored and decided to do one of those crappy online Freud-Jung personality tests….turns out I am a “ENTJ” or “Fieldmarshal”, less than 2% of the human race have this profile apparently….

An ENTJs trademark? “I’m sorry that you have to die”.

I don’t think I’d be sorry for anyone to die…..matter of fact, I’d probably say it like a Bond villain of some sort….with a wry,sarcastic smile….<evil laugh>

Anywho, sorry to let y’all down….but there is a time and a place…..and I will eventually get the chance to say what I want.

(Don’t know if you have ever heard of “Life On Mars” or “Ashes to Ashes” (songs by David Bowie, but the titles were taken for a couple of cop shows here in the UK-very good). The main character is a detective called Gene Hunt. The ultimate leader, whose approach to complaints consists of two words “FUCK OFF”).

Sounds good to me!! If only we could actually employ it :(

Since then, my ass has been kissed so many times (NOT literally, I am NOT the porn star, for a start I am BLONDE) by the local surgeries, I feel like such a tart…..

Instead of sending us out on the streets, the owners “pimp” us and our knowledge for free….

Any wonder we feel cheap and sullied after a day’s service?

Back to the Death Star plans then…..

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