The Eighth Wonder of the World

Work continues to suck unabated. We've got new phones at work, and no one seems to be able to operate them, much less carry on a decent conversation as the phoneline tends to randomly cut out, which I can see being a very useful feature in an emergency. I honestly think the administration should have just saved us money and poked bits of twine in paper cups and routed those through the hospital rather than spend enormous amounts of money on a system that neither works properly nor has any aesthetic appeal at all, as I also happen to think that the new phone system was probably awarded The World's Most Annoying RingTone, Ever Prize.

In the meantime, I dreamt the other night that I was in the jungle alternately chasing/hiding from King Kong. With my dog. Who kept barking at King Kong, like a little bite-size fluff of popcorn that he would be to a remarkably large, ferocious gorilla/whatever. King Kong kind of looked around for a second, but then there was this public restroom (the kind you see on interstates with the vending machines and the security guards dutifully dozing in their cars) and we took shelter there.

I don't know what a public restroom was doing in the middle of a jungle, but I woke up at that point any way.

And I really have a headache today, and I hope to God I didn't get sick from working with a flu patient yesterday (yes, I used droplet precautions! It's MRSA and VRE contact precautions I routinely blow off. JUST KIDDING, JCAHO. JUST KIDDING.)