RENAMED: Roger is bored. Do something!

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Bad night at the ER.

Rant to follow tomorrow.

Oh no!

[Telarus]

 

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Wasn't me.  Enabler had a tooth fragment, and there were no on-call dentists.  So we go to the ER, where they stuff her full of painkillers and anti-biotics.  Only thing is, we weren't the only people in the ER, of course.  30 seconds after we got there, they rushed a baby in that had seized up.  The baby didn't make it, and then the whole staff is crying, etc...An hour later, some woman comes in with 5 day constipation because the warnings the doctor gave her about the need for drinking loads of water with Percecet didn't apparently apply to her.  Then we hear the NEXT guy, in the room next to us, groaning while the nurse tries to ask him which ribs he got booted in.

This is up in Oro Valley, mind you.  And of course there's the cops, because of the dead kid.  The toxicology came back clean (the detective was a friend of mine, and we chatted over a smoke outside), so it was just one of those awful things.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

What a horrible, sad day.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Bored.

[Luna]

Bored.

Trade you.

I am "supervising" while my trainee runs payroll.  Read: stopping her every five minutes to fix stupid mistakes."

For fuck's sake, I had to tell her how to move an Excel window out of the way.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Bored.

Trade you.

I am "supervising" while my trainee runs payroll.  Read: stopping her every five minutes to fix stupid mistakes."

For fuck's sake, I had to tell her how to move an Excel window out of the way.

You need to explain tillage under the 3 field plan.  You need to show her a horse collar.  You need to force her to read Chaucer.  Stirrups.  Proper Chimneys for the first time.

In short, go medieval on her ass.

[Luna]

Bored.

Trade you.

I am "supervising" while my trainee runs payroll.  Read: stopping her every five minutes to fix stupid mistakes."

For fuck's sake, I had to tell her how to move an Excel window out of the way.

You need to explain tillage under the 3 field plan.  You need to show her a horse collar.  You need to force her to read Chaucer.  Stirrups.  Proper Chimneys for the first time.

In short, go medieval on her ass.

I swear, they gave her a cordless mouse JUST so I wouldn't throttle her with it.

She has this payroll, and one more, to get it, unless they fucking extend me again.  Then, this and three more.  My opinion is that I can, in that time, make a fair data entry monkey out of her... but the first curve ball she gets will brain her.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Bored.

Trade you.

I am "supervising" while my trainee runs payroll.  Read: stopping her every five minutes to fix stupid mistakes."

For fuck's sake, I had to tell her how to move an Excel window out of the way.

You need to explain tillage under the 3 field plan.  You need to show her a horse collar.  You need to force her to read Chaucer.  Stirrups.  Proper Chimneys for the first time.

In short, go medieval on her ass.

I swear, they gave her a cordless mouse JUST so I wouldn't throttle her with it.

She has this payroll, and one more, to get it, unless they fucking extend me again.  Then, this and three more.  My opinion is that I can, in that time, make a fair data entry monkey out of her... but the first curve ball she gets will brain her.

Forward her this inspirational message.

Among my people, you would be called a Sleep Talker, because you seem to be blind to the actual world.  To have the boner is a man way to be.  All the person have the poop, and it is good to have the poop.  Do you not have the poop?  I think maybe so not.  It tell many about you, that you maybe so not have the good poop.  The poop have the spirit and the power in it.  You talk in child way, to have fears of the poop power spirit.  Sing to the poop power spirit to have the good poop and not fear of that.  I will sing for you to have the good poop.  Then you can have the power and the life in a man way.

[Luna]

Bored.

Trade you.

I am "supervising" while my trainee runs payroll.  Read: stopping her every five minutes to fix stupid mistakes."

For fuck's sake, I had to tell her how to move an Excel window out of the way.

You need to explain tillage under the 3 field plan.  You need to show her a horse collar.  You need to force her to read Chaucer.  Stirrups.  Proper Chimneys for the first time.

In short, go medieval on her ass.

I swear, they gave her a cordless mouse JUST so I wouldn't throttle her with it.

She has this payroll, and one more, to get it, unless they fucking extend me again.  Then, this and three more.  My opinion is that I can, in that time, make a fair data entry monkey out of her... but the first curve ball she gets will brain her.

Forward her this inspirational message.

Among my people, you would be called a Sleep Talker, because you seem to be blind to the actual world.  To have the boner is a man way to be.  All the person have the poop, and it is good to have the poop.  Do you not have the poop?  I think maybe so not.  It tell many about you, that you maybe so not have the good poop.  The poop have the spirit and the power in it.  You talk in child way, to have fears of the poop power spirit.  Sing to the poop power spirit to have the good poop and not fear of that.  I will sing for you to have the good poop.  Then you can have the power and the life in a man way.

Oh. My. God.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Bored.

Trade you.

I am "supervising" while my trainee runs payroll.  Read: stopping her every five minutes to fix stupid mistakes."

For fuck's sake, I had to tell her how to move an Excel window out of the way.

You need to explain tillage under the 3 field plan.  You need to show her a horse collar.  You need to force her to read Chaucer.  Stirrups.  Proper Chimneys for the first time.

In short, go medieval on her ass.

I swear, they gave her a cordless mouse JUST so I wouldn't throttle her with it.

She has this payroll, and one more, to get it, unless they fucking extend me again.  Then, this and three more.  My opinion is that I can, in that time, make a fair data entry monkey out of her... but the first curve ball she gets will brain her.

Forward her this inspirational message.

Among my people, you would be called a Sleep Talker, because you seem to be blind to the actual world.  To have the boner is a man way to be.  All the person have the poop, and it is good to have the poop.  Do you not have the poop?  I think maybe so not.  It tell many about you, that you maybe so not have the good poop.  The poop have the spirit and the power in it.  You talk in child way, to have fears of the poop power spirit.  Sing to the poop power spirit to have the good poop and not fear of that.  I will sing for you to have the good poop.  Then you can have the power and the life in a man way.

Oh. My. God.

What?

[Luna]

I read it, Roger.  You gotta put warnings on that shit.

Now my brain is doing some kind of weird yoga, trying to either make sense out of it... or wring the memory of it out.  I'm not sure which.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

I read it, Roger.  You gotta put warnings on that shit.

Rants aren't covered by OSHA.  Caveat Emptor and all that shit.

[Luna]

I read it, Roger.  You gotta put warnings on that shit.

Rants aren't covered by OSHA.  Caveat Emptor and all that shit.

I have decided not to kill her.  Leaving her here to do a job for which she is not qualified, and the screwing up of which will result in HOURS of hilarious phone calls strikes me as more entertaining.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

blarg.