*glare*

Bad night. Bad morning. Just overall bad. Bad, bad, bad.

I'm headachey. Combination of stress, need of caffeine, and allergies. Allergies brought on by having an extra, very salivatory dog in the house.

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Class last night. I now know with certainty that any medical field will never, ever be an option for me.

We watched an autopsy video. Blunt force head trauma that put him in the hospital, pnumonia killed him. It was very, very nasty. Very nasty. The sounds were sometimes worse than what was being seen.

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( American Idol or Attack of the Schmaltzy Power Ballads )

( Smallville )

Dispelling the glamour.

For anyone out there that thinks that being female is glamorous (meaning guys, if you think we're all about the pampering and the pretty and the smelling of the good), then I'm about to shatter a few illusions.

All in the name of bitching of course.

The current bane of my existence? Chin hairs. Damn irritating buggers.

There are two on the underside of my chin. They are very coarse and can be felt as soon as they start to break the skin. Of course because of location, they can only be removed when they get about a centimeter long. And by removed I mean pulled out with a pair of tweezers.

Yeah, it hurts.

Then there's the one on the right side of my chin that I can never see until it's a quarter of an inch long. Suddenly, there it is, long and dark and oh so obvious.

Then there are the two on the left side of my chin that grow in tandem. They're always easy for me to spot. Unfortunately that means that they can be spotted early on, but they take forever to grow to the point where I can pluck them out.

Then there's the one that grows just to the left of the point of my chin. I can't see it; it's very blonde. But I can definitely feel it when it gets long enough.

All of these hairs used to grow in at about the same time. Currently they are driving me crazy because they are growing in at different rates, thereby making it hard to figure out which one will be next.

So now that I have killed the mystique of the female (or at least maimed it a bit), I will let you go back to your normal routine. Ignore the growling woman sitting in the corner with a mirror and a pair of tweezers.

Administrative Assistant's Day

Think Gilmore Girls. Think Michel. Think the following in a snide French accent.

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In honor of the horror that is a day celebrating a job that I deplore, a quote from that of my god, my mentor, my muse...

Michel Gerard

"Look, I've had my peace with the fact that everyone who calls here is a notch above brain dead, and that the pennies I am thrown each week are in exchange for me dealing with these people in a nonviolent manner. And usually that is fine, but today, sorry lady, I have ennui."

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Yanic Truesdale so totally deserves to have hoards of people worshipping at his feet.

I need a Michel icon. With appropriate snarky mood saying.