Tomorrow some big-wigs from the U.K. are coming so we have to “dress up”. By this I guess it means we can’t wear our pajamas.

We’ll get feedback on the first part of the test, which we did today. I don’t think I did very well. I think I added too many debits for one person’s condition, and missed notations in the records regarding his weight loss. The other case I feel okay about…everybody got close to the same ratings on both cases, but I’m worried that my logic is going to be seen as suspect. Maybe they’ll give me the benefit of the bad handwriting. But probably not, given the context of the rest of the day....

Of course, I forgot my lunch, and I didn’t want to eat fast food, so I went to Panera. The line was out the door, and when I finally got my soup, the only place for me to sit down was at a table for four with the sun beating in the window making the place uncomfortably hot. So, I sat down, took my jacket off, and started working out the crossword puzzle from the newspaper while my soup cooled off. Presently, the guy sitting at the table nearest me – a small one with two chairs – got up, and at the same time a group of three people came in with their food looking for someplace to sit down.

So, naturally, I said, “Do you want this table? I can just slide down to where that fellow just left”

“Oh, would you? Great, thanks…” etc, so I gathered my things and, in the process stabbed a purple sharpie pen (that’s the indelible ink that doesn’t come off. Ever) into my beautiful camel colored jacket that my mother gave me for my birthday last year. No good deed goes unpunished.

Then I came back, took the test, rehashed the test (and everybody’s diet) over at the Old Sup’s desk, then went into the bathroom where I was confronted by one of my co-workers experiencing the throwing-up thing that’s going around. Well, it doesn’t matter who you are, you can’t let somebody fall on the floor with you standing there watching. So of course I helped her get into the stall, but the clean up involved with that made the whole episode with the sharpie really nothing by comparison.

Finally, cleaning up my desk so that the grand-pooh-bah of England isn’t offended by seeing any actual work, I managed to spill a cup of water over all of my notes for my final presentation to the class, rendering them unsalvageable.

I give up. I’m going home. I’ve had it.