eat this

I think the universe is a bit vexed that I circumvented their whole "Fuck You Rae" plan and got a better job. It apparently decided that if I was going to be sneaky like that that they were going to ensure that my last few weeks at OTW-D would be terrible, and they are succeeding in that endeavor. A patient accused me of threatening her today and another one got mad when I couldn't give him exactly what he wanted, because you know, I'm the fairy Godmother, and all.

If I wouldn't have gotten the new job I don't know what I would have done. Now that I'm leaving I'm starting to realize how utterly defeated this job leaves me, and by the time I get to Preservice I may be certifiably insane. I plan on opening tomorrow, waiting until Katie gets to the front, and disappearing under an avalanche of insurance in the chart room tomorrow. I've had it with patients.

Renfair this weekend with the crew, James managed to get a ticket even though they were sold out, and I told Autum but I doubt she'll do it. Prob leave here around 10:30, Tyler supposed to meet us out there around 1.

I am going to go lie down.

-Rae