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Ten things about spending eight hours a day for the last three days on hold with various and assorted nursing homes (an activity hereafter referred to as "my job"):
1) You would not believe how much smooth jazz is out there, meandering through the undercarriage of our society. It must be stopped, people. Stopped, I say!
2) Regardless of my feelings on the material itself, there really needs to be a statute of limitations on Christmas music tape loops after December 26.
3) Speak the highest truth, now: would you let your parent stay in a facility called the Voorhees Center?
4) What the frickle-frack is the deal with Minnesota medical billing regulations? Did Jackson Pollock mate with six members of middle management or something?
5) "The healing power of a smile": My second-least favorite phrase in the English language.
6) The good people of Baton Rouge never answer the phone.
7) And forgive me, my dear Philadelphian friends, because you are truly lovely, wonderful people and I adore you all, but: City of Brotherly Love, my lumpy Germanic arse.
8) "If you know your party's extension": My absolutely least favorite phrase in the English language.
9) Look, people, all I'm asking you is your room rates. Is there really any conceivable reason why you would refuse to tell me? We're not flippin' Wikileaks. It's not @%&#ing missile codes. Start with the gum-flapping, Sparky.
10) Before leaving this morning, I asked![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
primal_pastry if she could suggest a talisman for my cubicle to protect me from all the normal. She lent me her Cylon snowman and her Tardis USB port. That will do nicely.
1) You would not believe how much smooth jazz is out there, meandering through the undercarriage of our society. It must be stopped, people. Stopped, I say!
2) Regardless of my feelings on the material itself, there really needs to be a statute of limitations on Christmas music tape loops after December 26.
3) Speak the highest truth, now: would you let your parent stay in a facility called the Voorhees Center?
4) What the frickle-frack is the deal with Minnesota medical billing regulations? Did Jackson Pollock mate with six members of middle management or something?
5) "The healing power of a smile": My second-least favorite phrase in the English language.
6) The good people of Baton Rouge never answer the phone.
7) And forgive me, my dear Philadelphian friends, because you are truly lovely, wonderful people and I adore you all, but: City of Brotherly Love, my lumpy Germanic arse.
8) "If you know your party's extension": My absolutely least favorite phrase in the English language.
9) Look, people, all I'm asking you is your room rates. Is there really any conceivable reason why you would refuse to tell me? We're not flippin' Wikileaks. It's not @%&#ing missile codes. Start with the gum-flapping, Sparky.
10) Before leaving this morning, I asked
primal_pastry if she could suggest a talisman for my cubicle to protect me from all the normal. She lent me her Cylon snowman and her Tardis USB port. That will do nicely.
