As the Dubya asks for more money, try wrapping your head around how much cash is being taken out of your pocket…to protect us from those non-existent weapons of mass destruction.

 Visual representation here.

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i think i might be working in a madhouse.

to the common outsider it appears to be a nice endocrinology division in a well-known children’s hospital. stuff gets done, diabetics get their insulin, and the people go home happy. you’d never imagine how horribly dysfunctional it all is. i took this job as a temporary gig between overseas trips, but i’ve already made it halfway up the seniority ladder because of all the transfers and resignations. i’ve had three immediate supervisors in as many months because nobody can deal with the herculean labor of getting everyone to work together efficiently and politely.

and today the nice doctor-lady who first talked me into this job finally resigned as division chief, having tried and failed to promote cooperation and consistency within the ranks (and liking the idea of research better anyway). when she sent the email round to inform us about her decision, one of her fellow doctors and a nurse joined together in a rousing–and VERY public–chorus of “ding, dong, the witch is dead” to celebrate. two of the secretaries ended up in tears, and several CDEs hurried out to the round table outside the clinic to hash the whole scandal over in their own way.

i went back to my office, picked up my bag, and quietly clocked out.

two more weeks, man.

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why am i so obsessed with the divorce of a couple i don’t even know? maybe it’s because i lurrrrve her blog and she’s never mentioned a thing about the dissolution of her marriage and now all of a sudden it’s over. i find myself being all “sixth sense” about it and back-tracking, looking for clues.

last weekend i hung out with an old…hahaha, can i use the word flame? (total neely o’hara lingo!) i was presented with the opportunity for a hookup and said flame seemed surprised when i was a complete no-go. i have hooked up before with a taken fellow…or four*… but draw the line at being the cheateR. does this seem surprising, or hypocritical? he seemed surprised. does this mean i should throw away my “slut” necklace?

* not simultaneously

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The kind of powerplay antics that makes me hate Republicans…

…and what makes me want to be one.

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Wow. Talk about knee-jerk over-reaction.

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This all makes me want to kick Richard Reid in the ballsack. No shoes, no water (no fucking beverage service on a lot of flights either, I might add!!!). Next, the terrorists will make exploding clothes (you heard it here first) and then we’ll have to fly naked, because that’s apparently how America rolls.

If I sound pissy, it’s only because Amy’s been pumping breastmilk ALL WEEK in Toronto. Yeah, this is going to work like a charm.

Terrorist douchebags.

August 9, 2006

If you ever think you ought to get a baby up in the middle of the night, chances are you should. I heard the little girl fidgeting in her crib around 2 this morning. She’d grunt and flop her legs around, then doze off for about three minutes. This went on for about 10-15 minutes. I fixed a bottle—knowing the tummy must be appeased should I rouse her—and went in. Her diaper felt quite full and I figured she was having trouble sleeping because of the wet diaper. Turns out the diaper was indeed full … of shit. Poor kid. I’m glad I went ahead and got ready and woke her; she’d only have gotten more and more agitated.

Yesterday I took Reed and Beks out to the library. Reed loves book (brag: he was reading independently at 2years, 9months!) so I’ve got Bek in the car seat stroller, Reed is holding one hand while “helping” to push with the other. Yesterday was also the primaries, and as such, the library was a voting location. As we strolled in, a candidate supporter with a sign said, “You’re the first guy with kids I’ve seen all day! Everybody else has been women with strollers!”

Um. “Well, I’m a stay-at-home dad,” I said. “It’s what I do.” That’s me: trendsetter. Or the only guy who takes his kid to the library anymore.

Hmm. The rest of you guys are dicks.

At that moment, some small part of me felt I should have a minivan.

Later:

Speaking of minivans, I’m loathe to admit I felt my very first pang of minivan envy today. A woman with two children was exiting the grocery story as I went in. The kids hopped in, each with their own captains’ chairs in the back, and she easily loaded all the groceries into the back. Shit. That’s a lot of rolling space. I’ve got a full sized car, but for those of you without kids: car seats ain’t made for cars. Wedging these huge hunks of plastic and padding into the back seat of a car is laughable … assuming you’re not the one doing it. Upon trying to maneuver two of them in there, and having to shove my seat up a couple notches just to make everything work, I can see why so many families resort to the huge ass SUV or the minivan. Sadly, I also know that when the little girl outgrows the little car seat, she’ll need to sit in the bigger car seat… facing backwards. Practically speaking, this is impossible in my car in this space/time continuum. Grr.

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this morning as i was walking to the subway, i passed a pregnant lady. she had two kids with her as well. i didn’t smell the cigarette smoke until after i passed her. i turned back twice to make sure i wasn’t hallucinating. then i saw the guy and girl behind me doing the same thing, doing a double take. and this woman had to be at least 7,8 months into it. which means maybe she has been smoking the whole time. when i got to work, i looked up ’selfish, pathetic individual’ on wikipedia.org and there was a photo of this woman.

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