I need a vacation

And by "vacation" I don't mean a few days hanging around the house doing blessed nothing. I mean the kind of thing where you get on an airplane and then get off an airplane in some place that's new and different and far from home and full of adventures waiting to happen.

Sigh.

And I want to wring the stupid girl's neck. Called in sick again so I'm stuck covering her work.

On the up side, I got caught up on a lot of sleep last night. Came home from class. Ate. Showered. Was in bed before 9 and slept through. Cats were locked out and phone in my room turned off so I would be uninterrupted. And I slept straight through. Didn't wake on my own at any point before the alarm went off. That's rare, and kind of nice.

Oh, and I got an A on my first written test for my piano class.

Only 2 weeks until my next solo for voice class.

I'm hungry and I don't want to eat anything I have at my desk. This sucks. I want junk food.

Misheard at the Office/The Writer's Brain

I thought I just heard a coworker say (while training someone on a health plan, "If the doctor's insane, then you don't have to worry about it, and just do this..."

Now, what she really said was "If the doctor's the same..." but it doesn't matter.

My mind immediately started wondering about a world where doctors go insane so regularly and measurably that there are standard procedures in order for when they do.