Monday, September 17, 2012

Frontal Lobotomy or A Bottle In Front of Me?

Another week of dread and terminal exhaustion.  All before having set the first foot inside the mine.  After the spousal units' weekend and having to deal with much the same as I do daily, she too is ready to fold up the tent and head south.  It is difficult to continue doing what we do for the company we do it for.  The mantra has always been that we are there for the patients, well that is partly true.  The whole truth is that everyone working in healthcare is there for the money.  Take the money away and even the most adamantly mission oriented savant will be forced to look elsewhere.  I just love it when the altruistic crap gets lofted into the air, proclaimed from banners and then trampled under the feet of corporate finanial concerns.  I have often found that the bigger the lie, more preparation and work is required to sell it.

The other day the spouse required a new mobile phone.  Not that the old one quit working, just that the new one did the same thing(s) in prettier clothing.  In the midst of the transaction, I was asked about "upgrading" my phone as I have had it for many years now.  I declined as the mobile I now have does everything I need it to do and does so in a very small, lite weight package.  I then floated the idea of doing away with the home phone and letting the Tick become responsible for their mobile as well.  That little move would save me approximately five hundred per year.  The idea was met with a marked silence as I knew it would.  The trick to the matter is the saving of money.  That is a concept that the spousal unit is forced by their own conscience to deal with.  I just love it when needs are pitted in battle against wants.  Try it sometime and watch people literally screw themselves into the ground.

I will leave you now with a photo and a question.  Don't I remind you of me?


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