Somedays I hate my life. Like today.
I hate my job. I'm addicted to Norco. I'm OUT of Norco. And yes, I realize being addicted to pain pills is bad.. but I finally realized I'm addicted because when I run out, I'm two skips away from suicide. Lucky for my loved ones... I am not in the mood for fucking skipping.
At work, one of "my things" is I stop payments on claims for patients. Put simply, I'm a monkey and when the important people say "This is no good.. we do not cover this" then they send me the information, and I enter it.. putting in the stop. All this information is unimportant, really. But what frustrates me is when the nurse or doctor or lawyer sends me the "Do it, Monkey." they often times forget to give me important information that I need to begin. Things like effective dates...
I then get to email shit like this..
"Good morning! Could you please give me the effective dates on this claim? THANK YOU!!!!"
I would LIKE it to go like this..
"Good Morning, Dipshit. I need the dates so I can do your bidding. Oh, and don't come back to me saying I didn't do this fast enough. You didn't include important information. Why are you such an Ass? Thanks!"
But I can't. I have to kiss up and I have to please and thank you. Yes.. there are worse things to do at a job. I know this. But today... I need my little high. Without it, I keep remembering I hate my life.
Also, the pretty boy at work picks his nose and eats it.
I've not yet witnessed the eating. I admit. I've seen the digging. But he HAS been reported to the boss...(by two seperate people!) and she's checking in with HR to see how she goes about saying "Stop eating your boogers ya sick feck." without doing anything inappropriate... like eating boogers, (Not to mention.. she loves the guy.. when I say "loves" I mean it).
I swear to God.. he better not do it when I can see. If I'm not throwing up, I'm gonna make a scene.
I will do it. Have no doubt.
He also hocks into his trash can... he's pretty classy.
Did I mention I hate this guy? Because I do.
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Sooo, what you are saying, is that you are a monkey with a monkey on your back. That is generally good news for at least one of the monkeys.
ReplyDeleteMaybe several well-placed boxes of Kleenex would give a hint to Colonel Sanders over there. (Mmmm, finger-lickin'good!) I was going to suggest turning on his screensaver saying "Stop picking your nose and eating the boogers," but that would require that you touch his keyboard. Do not touch his keyboard under any circumstances!!!!
Thanks for the advice... it's worth listening to... I can't get into his computer... HIPAA requires that we lock our computers every time we leave for any reason.. now he DOES forget from time to time.. but like you say... don't do it. HOWEVER.. he DOES have a habit of looking on MY computer screen to see what I'm up to.. so maybe one day I'll just type it out and sit there while he reads it...
ReplyDeleteThen you could break his finger by punching him in the nose.
ReplyDeleteHaha yes.. that's true.. unless he's eating.. then it's a punch to the mouth. I better get my house cleaning rubber gloves... the pink... no.. maybe the yellow... so I can throw them out and not see anything I don't want to..
ReplyDeleteI snuck a picture of him from behind.. I really need a pic of him from the front... but I'm so afraid he'll think I loooove him... which he probably does anyway... he thinks he's pretty hot snot, if you get my drift.
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