Lab never makes sense. Ever, ever, ever, ever -- and especially when Dr. M is in charge. Remember this morning when we asked M to post the word document she was showing us in tiny font? She said no, but when we asked her to at least zoom that bitch in so we could see it she then said "I'll just post it." Does she not know how to zoom? Thats what I'm left to assume because nothing else changed in that span of time, and what was wrong with uploading something for us to use in the first place? Its kind of like how last year we asked her to upload her powerpoints instead of stupidass PDFs and she said "No, I'm not comfortable with that." There's apparently something pretty diabolical we could do with a powerpoint file that I'm not aware of.
And today I found out I left my sterile compounding gown in Floyd County, so I decided it wouldn't hurt to borrow Comrade Whitesell's for the day -- they're all the same size right? Well unfortunately me and Comrade Whitesell are shaped as different as two people our height can be -- and thus every time I took a step I popped at least 3 buttons off the damn thing. As if thats any better, the biggest gloves they offer in lab (Extra Large) baaaaaaarely fit over my hands. Now, I'm well aware that I'm prohibited from being a proctologist by the Geneva Conventions, but it looks like I may have to consider buying my own Extra Extra Really Super King Size Latex Gloves (XXRSKL) and just bring my own box to lab.
More to come tomorrow on lab, don't worry!
The moment of the day was when the ACPE accreditation came in today just as the "Ceremonial Pre-Bigshotbob Half-of-the-class Exodus" began. Represent, COP! Get the hell out of Dodge as soon as you're being observed for keeps. I'm halfway surprised Mr. Erena didn't send me off on a cruise to the Caribbean -- can't let ACPE see/hear me prowling around the COP grounds.
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