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Sep. 9th, 2002 11:11 pmWell, it was raining earlier. However, I failed to fall into a proper Sanzou-like state of angst -- probably because I had far too much work to do. It's the Commissioning period at work, where my group -- the Coders, we who transcribe medical data into clinical codes and then slam it onto the computer -- have to make sure that all the previous month's stuff is on, which means that we are running round with lists, trying to track down obscure patient records, and generally acting like Lestrade. (I would say Holmes, except that we never find them all.) Okay, okay, Athelney Jones -- that saves a little self-respect. I tend to refer to this as "that time of the month", due to the blood, sweat, tears, pain, and foul moods induced.
(OTOH, if I weren't seconded up to the Coders and overworked for this week, due to a general lack of Coders (blame it on a combination of a couple of injuries, a couple of holidays, and a resignation), I'd be having to standardise a whole set of clinical indicators. Which wouldn't necessarily be any better.)
As you can see, I have little useful to say, and little in the way of thoughts to comment on. Oh, except that, thanks to a friend's helpful comment (you know who you are), I now have a concept for how to do a Mary Sue fic. So it's in the spare-time line. Along with everything else. (The Ten Students, Come Into My Parlor, Dry River . . . and I really need to do something with the Gaiden.)
And what is it about long arm gloves, anyhow? Okay, so they look extremely cool. Sigh.
(OTOH, if I weren't seconded up to the Coders and overworked for this week, due to a general lack of Coders (blame it on a combination of a couple of injuries, a couple of holidays, and a resignation), I'd be having to standardise a whole set of clinical indicators. Which wouldn't necessarily be any better.)
As you can see, I have little useful to say, and little in the way of thoughts to comment on. Oh, except that, thanks to a friend's helpful comment (you know who you are), I now have a concept for how to do a Mary Sue fic. So it's in the spare-time line. Along with everything else. (The Ten Students, Come Into My Parlor, Dry River . . . and I really need to do something with the Gaiden.)
And what is it about long arm gloves, anyhow? Okay, so they look extremely cool. Sigh.