Bombs Away

first thing this morning...i walked in the office and our lab director made a beeline toward me to warn me to get both buckets out - the boss was waiting with both barrels loaded and cocked. damn it! i hate it when that happens, you know still holding crap in your arms, haven't unlocked your office door or had a cup of coffee....at least let me get in the door before bombing me!

apparently before i got to work the boss made an ass of himself in front of the residents (docs training to become orthopaedic surgeons), because the arthroscopy course was not on his schedule. he made sure every one there knew it was my fault. now i shouldn't let this get me down - all the residents know how he is but, because i'm the conference coordinator, this naturally becomes my fault...guilty, no questions asked, this is unacceptable...the funny thing is, i've never had to put the course on his schedule before. he and i discuss the dates and he gets a monthly calendar with all conferences scheduled.

so here i sit feeling like shit and have all day and seem to can't get out of this funk. i should just let it roll off my back after all office life must go on...but right now i seem to can't get up off the floor...still wounded from all the bombings...