rubykatewriting: (River: Ready)

Thank you to [ profile] frohohaggins over at [ profile] ontd_political for bringing this comedy gold to my attention.

It's official: May 12th, 2009 is AWESOME WOMEN DAY. Yes, I realize neither this vid nor the one I posted before it actually occurred TODAY, but see how much I do not care.

In other AWESOME WOMEN news, Mom started her job as an Nurse Practitioner today. She had to go outside, to Memorial Hermann, but it's SUCH a cool position. It's palliative care but the focus is CHF (congestive heart failure) rather than oncology and it's a part of their new home health arm. She'll be overseeing nurses as well as seeing patients herself, and she's so geeked out. It'd be like if I found myself an editing position at some big publishing house after grad school. MY GEEK: COULD NOT BE CONTAINED, as is the case with Mama. We actually had a squee session as we got into our cars this morning.

Anyway, back to SAP PhII. Oh, work life, catch up to actual life in the awesome department already!
rubykatewriting: (The Office: Crotch Shot)
ABC Family is turning 10 Things I Hate About You into a TV series.


Actually I have five: HELL TO THE FUCK NO.

In other WTF-type news, my boss sent me an email today asking what "concluded" means. I knew she had issues with the English language, what with the way she totally fucks up the usages of commas, periods, an vs. a, WORDS, etc., but seriously? (My previous supervisor, who was from China, didn't make my eyes bleed with her emails, and English was HER SECOND FUCKING LANGUAGE.) You're going to ask YOUR EMPLOYEE the meaning of a word? Instead of, I don't know, LOOKING IT UP YOURSELF?

I want to stay put while I complete all of my pre-recs, but fuck if the constant barrage of massive stupidity from my so-called SUPERIORS isn't making it easy to keep the status quo.
rubykatewriting: (River: Ready)
My little 83 year old patient is kind of adorable, people. His picture on the demographics page, for one, makes me go, "AWWWWW!" because his old-school black plastic frames are all-askew and he's so clearly a vet with his "I've had this hair cut since I was in the military a bazillion years ago," very much like my poppies. And then on his patient history pages, he checked off good on the state of his general health and under it, "for my age (83)."

This is why it sucks to work in Leukemia all the time, aside from all the boss and political-doctor-pissing-contest bullshit that goes along with working in any type of research setting. Ultimately we're fighting a losing battle, especially when it comes to the acute forms. With chronic, we've found some drugs like Gleevec that "cure" the disease, but a LOT of the patients lose the response eventually. Plus there's the whole live longer syndrome, too, and the secondary cancers, and it's just, all kinds of WOE.

In case y'all weren't like aware, CANCER TOTES BLOWS.

Here's a pic of Poppies and me when I was eight. Just for the hell of it, and because I just remembered I had uploaded it on LJ years ago. We were playing poker and it was still during Mom's smoking period so I used one of her cigarettes as a cigar. )
rubykatewriting: (Viola: I'm Brilliant! SHHH!)
My Merck eCRF system was being a major BUTT since late Thursday, which was especially problematic with the whole deadline being, you know, TODAY. (Yay for having to work double time!) The best part was the guy who totally saved the day, though. He was British and had this fantastic accent (really, it could be considered the British Isles' version of hickest-sounding Southern accent and I would think it was the awesomest accent to ever awesome. I am easy, yo), and he totally thought I was a goofy, ridiculous American girl. When I re-opened the system and it worked (it was simply a matter of clearing the cookies because when I tried to open the system on Friday it cached the site *HEADDESK*), I said quite happily, arms in the air all \o/-like, "SCORE!" and he laughed. Then I completely and utterly dorked out by asking him where he was from because of the accent, and may have gushed a little bit about it being, you know, AWESOME and further cementing my status as the goofy, ridiculous American girl, but dudes, I DO NOT CARE. The system works! I can enter data and meet my deadline! I have officially hit pathetic-ville because I'm legitimately excited about this!
rubykatewriting: (Little Stars)
Our online charting system has been acting up the past couple of days. Really, it's been on the fritz since they upgraded to version 2.suck last summer, but lately, it's been especially difficult. We spent most of yesterday on the internet, bored out of our tree, so that by the end of the day we were a giggly, nonsensical mess. It was not pretty.

Today, it's back, sort of. We have to login with our usernames but with this blanket password and even then, depending on the patient I'm viewing, there are some gaps. Like on patient A, I can see everything, but then patient B (my newest, the one I'm still collecting background) I can't access his pathology reports. It's ridiculous, but I was downright giddy when I was able to get some queries my monitor gave me done this morning.

Now I am eating Starbust and working on patient B again and trying to avoid hitting refresh on the flist for the the millionth time. I've just about hit full on Heath because everytime a new post pops up it hits me all over again how truly awful this whole thing is and how much I wish it had all turned out to be a hideous joke.

Sometimes it still surprises me how much life can suck so very much.
rubykatewriting: (Kiss the Fattest Part of MY ASS!)
Cut because my department has officially gone round-the-fucking-bend. )

For a little bit of random: I love FNL because it is just generally fantastic, but they really win me over because their actors speak with authentic Texan accents. For some reason (perhaps because we identify ourselves as Southern for the most part?), actors think it’s a traditional southern drawl but it isn’t. There’s Southern Drawl and then there’s Texan Drawl. In fact, it's less accent and more rhythm. Basically, all you really have to do is slow it down and speak as if you couldn’t possibly expend any more energy.

I think it helps that the show is filmed in Austin since most of the cast (from what I can find on, only Jesse Plemons and Nieko Mann are from Texas) isn't from these parts.
rubykatewriting: (Little Stars)
Friday was my last day carpooling with Delaluce. We got into this huge argument a couple of weeks ago after she left me waiting for nearly an hour with no phone call. This wasn't the first time she'd done that to me, so when she suggested we not carpool anymore (not the first time she's threatened that, either), I was like, "Fine." Well, more like, "FINE," with some neck-poppin'.

Then I was sick for that week, and the day I return (after it had been decided we would stop carpooling as of April 1st, and she'd had a week to look for other transportation), she's like, "We could make this work." And I knew it was going to happen that way the moment I agreed to continue carpooling through April. I called her as I was heading home from the doctor's office, and I was exhausted and I just wanted to be home already. (Note: it's great to have your doctor's office near work when you're actually at work, but not when you feel like death warmed over and are coming all the way from home and thirty minutes one-way is like asking you to run a marathon with no training and nary a drop of water.) I agreed when she offered so magnanimously to carpool another month. She'd even drive the first week because I had been so sick! Geewillikers! I had a great carpool buddy!

But really, it was just a ploy. She didn't want to have to sign up with a vanpool or take the metro to and from work every day because it would mean sticking to a schedule. No more taking my time for granted because she needed to get something done that couldn't wait until tomorrow. None of this, "I totally paged you even though I know you NEVER have your pager and you ALWAYS keep your cell near at hand for just such a case as this!" She pulled that with a vanpool or the bus, she'd get her ass left behind.

She just didn't get that in order for us to remain friends (she has such a good heart most of the time), we would have to stop riding together. When we're just out and about – going to Riaro's and then to Chuy's after, or taking her kiddos to the movies together when the hubbie is out of town on business – we have a blast and a half.

So last Monday there was some much-needed divine intervention. Now that we're being re-organized into this new coordinator pool, I was able to pick my schedule. I like getting up early (I get up for the gym at 3:45am) so I requested the 7am - 3:30pm shift, which will go into effect in the next couple days when the paperwork is completed to change my lunch from an hour to a half-hour. For now, I'm working 7am - 4pm.

I knew it was the right decision when I found myself giggling with joy as I sped my way up 45N. On a MONDAY. It's all on me from here on out, and I absolutely love it.

Oh, yeah. Friday our online charting system went down, leaving me nothing to do since that's how I do my job and all, so I cleaned my desk for the first time in forever. (The last time? When I moved into this office last August. Yes, GROSS.) Anyway, for posterity's sake, I took photos because my desk will never be this clean again. Well. Until I quit. Or on the off-chance they move me again, which is totally possible.


Apr. 6th, 2007 08:05 am
rubykatewriting: (Jim: Dwight Got a Hooker!)
Holy crap. The Office and 30 Rock were AWESOME last night, like I was gasping for breath I was laughing so hard at those endings. Dude. Cut for spoilage. )

Then Scrubs had to totally bust my bubble with that storyline. Please, for the love of all that is holy, NBC, put that baby to bed. Cut for very minor spoilage. )

Oh, and work gods, could you light a fire under the Gov's ass (and the department head's, too, just for good measure) and get us released early today? It's Good Friday, yo. I want my four hours.
rubykatewriting: (HIMYM: The OTF)
I always forget that Dr. Cutie McSnootie gives great dictation. Like fantastic, and in a coordinator's world, it doesn't get much better than that.

And yes, I'm back at work. Only one patient left to go, and then I'm carrying myself off to home (after a quick dash over to the grocery store for the staples). My URI is back, which is unsurprising since Cat had it week before last. Mom has noticed in her clinicals that she has had a lot of repeat patients, one lady presenting with Influenza A AND B. Per Mom's doctor this rotation, this means we didn't have a hard enough winter, apparently. Blegh.


*cough, cough*

Back to work...


Mar. 16th, 2007 01:48 pm
rubykatewriting: (Duke: Shy Boy)
Just got back from a birthday party for the doctor who started our leukemia department waaaay back in the day (he's been here forty-two years). He is eighty years old today and, I swear, doesn't look a day over sixty.

The upside to this (aside from the fact that he's a rather charming fellow and watching Dr. K, that nutty ol' Aussie, graze the table while everyone else was still giving speeches) was the fruits and vegetables. Strawberries, red grapes, fresh-cut broccoli and cucumber, cantaloupe and honeydew. Gabs and I were very happy little pigs.

Also, I saw my beloved Dr. Cutie McSnootie. He moved on to BMT several months back to continue his fellowship here, so I don't see him as often, but hot damn. He was sporting a full beard and seems to favor looser-fitting pants now, and he's looking all the better for it.

Now that's how you end a week.

And if this is true, I may have to watch the Grey's Anatomy spinoff. Damn you, Shonda. Damn you to HELL. (FYI: potential casting spoiler for the spinoff so click at your own risk.)
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Today is Mick's last day. This makes me sad for a variety of reasons, first and foremost that she was a fantastic asset to our team, but she also provided a much-needed buffer between me (hell, all of us on the Phase II team) and The Useless One. However, she is going on to bigger and better things in our IRB so I’m not too terribly broken up about it.

In honor of her escape, Gabs made enchiladas (OMG! SO YUMMY!), I made a coconut cake, and Yo, Dev, and Del chipped in for salsa/creamy jalapeno dip and chips from Chuy's. (Man, I'm going to miss that place when I move out of Texas. Shit, Tex-Mex in general. Thank God I have a good salsa recipe to see me through.) And because we will be happily gorging ourselves on all of the above, we moved our weigh in day to today and weighed ourselves this morning. (This is our second "Biggest Loser" challenge. We held the first back in January, of which I was the victor. This has led me to much smack talk this go-round. Due to our success last time, we have 12 contestants, which translates into more money, so as reigning champion, I feel it is my duty to tell everyone, “You just want to give me your money now?”. Gabs, The Guid, and Katt are determined to see me go down in flames.)

And now I'm off to pick up the stuff from Chuy's. Oh, food, how much do I love thee?
rubykatewriting: (Kiss the Fattest Part of MY ASS!)
So, yeah. We have our issues. I don't like you. In my oh-so-humble opinion, you (and all your weasily little friends, too) are pretty much evil realized in company form and traded publicly. I actually have far less petty reasons for this too, but at the moment? This whole let's decide patient A is really accelerated and not chronic FOUR MONTHS after the patient was put on protocol so now we (and the monitor) are scrambling to put together another casebook from scratch? Yeah, be a little less sucky when we're facing down an FDA visit next week.

Reason #462 why pharmaceutical companies should get sucked into the earth never to be heard from again.
rubykatewriting: (I Don't Work in This VAN!)
Just completed my online training for this new eCRF (electronic case report form) data system I will be using with my new study. I even have a certificate. Whoo. (Can you feel my excitement, people?)

However, the drug itself is rather cool, and I'm hoping it will work. Basically, it stimulates platelet growth. (One AMAZING side effect they've noted in other studies is that it also stimulates patients' hemoglobin and neutrophils.) Considering our patient population, this is HUGE news. One of the main problems with most of our chemotherapy regimens (and even some of our targeted therapies) is that it causes immunosuppression, which we help control by keeping patients on a varied regimen of antibiotics and antifungals, but sometimes patients' counts get down too low, and we are forced to place them on hold. (This has happened three times now with one of my patients on another trial; the worst of it is the study drug is controlling his leukemia. He is now on two types of platelet stimulates as well as a reduced dose on the study drug.)

Anyway, my geeking out aside, I really hate training classes of every variety. I’m a practical learner. I don’t learn well by example. I have to just do it.

Apropos of nothing (at least to everything else in this post), last night’s Bones was pretty meh overall with a few bright spots. )
rubykatewriting: (Gorgeous)
Tonight was the division holiday party. It was this hodgepodge of different foods - empanadas, Vietnamese spring rolls with the peanut sauce, delectable pork loin, RAW chicken (at least my piece, which unfortunately I didn't realize until I'd already eaten like four bites), roasted vegetables, and little petite desserts (lemon tarts, pecan tarts, chocolate mousse in dark chocolate cups). All and all it was okay, but I got to see Del's mama and auntie again so that was cool.

Then afterward, Del and I headed to the 24 Hour Fitness on my end of the south side to take the cycling class. It was supposed to be Del's first, and it was to be my second class. (I lasted about forty of the sixty minutes on Tuesday. HOLY HELL. The bike seat HATED me. I'm still sore. Plus, doing a hover maneuver over the seat, keeping your shoulders and hips still, moving only your legs? Yeah. FUN.) Anyway, the teacher never showed, so we ended doing twenty minutes on the eliptical and twenty minutes on the bike, the one that has like a regular seat with armrests. By the end our asses were completely numb.

But the icing on the cake was the fog as we left the club. It was so bad, I couldn't see beyond the end of my headlights' beam, and Del lives another fifteen minutes up the Beltway. Needless to say, we were not pleased.

As for the thing I posted about yesterday, there is still nothing new to report. )
rubykatewriting: (Viola: I'm Brilliant! SHHH!)
Um, so. Yeah.

My supervisor sent me my evaluation a little after nine this morning. She recommended me for a promotion. I'm still boggled.

Of course, that has to go through Troll, a.k.a., our department administrator, so if or when that would be approved is anyone's guess.

But still.

It's good to know that no matter how much I loathe my job and am really just going through the motions, I'm not wholly sucktastic at it.
rubykatewriting: (Autumn R. & Ben M.: All Smiles)
This weekend is ASH, which means most, if not all, of the doctors and most of the top-level administrative staff will be out of town through Monday. Naturally, as the docs trickle out of here for the airport, there is a rising sense of anticipation rippling through the floor.

And in celebration, the girls and I are going out to Chuy's tomorrow for lunch. My mouth is watering just thinking about it.

rubykatewriting: (Ryan & Taylor: Nose Tap)
Today was our department's Thanksgiving potluck, and I'm about thisclose to falling face-first on my desk. We're a large group so it shouldn't be such a surprise that we have some amazing cooks, but hell if people didn't outdo themselves. Turkey, ham, sweet potatoes prepared just about every way imaginable (I brought Bourbon Yams.), green beans cooked with new potatoes and bacon so good I could have eaten seconds and thirds, mashed potatoes, dirty rice, rolls of every variety although I LOVED the ones Z bought from Hartz Chicken because they were still warm from the oven, this broccoli and rice casserole that was downright creamy, and some corn-on-the-cob done just right. Then there were the desserts: sweet potato pie (::dies::), pecan pie (store-bought and it had the shittiest crust ever so that was a big disappointment), this dark chocolate cake thingie with crumbled toffee on top, peach cobbler, and coconut cake.

Seriously, I can’t recall everything I ate because Del and I just went along and spooned everything that looked good onto our plates. We sat in the conference room for nearly an hour and a half afterwards in a post-gorging haze. Thank God for Crazy Carol, who was sitting across from us, because we worked off at least a few calories laughing at her crazy ass.

Then we had a guy pull the best trick on us. With research, there is quite a bit of separation between groups within the department, so when we have a big get together like this it's a lot of new faces, mostly from the lab but also those who work almost exclusively on the floor. Anyway, this guy sits down beside Crazy Carol, rather quiet, just eating his food, when he turns to CC all natural and innocent-like, asking, "So what department are you in?" Of course, this shocks the shit out of all of us, and he admits, "I'm from Memorial Southwest. A friend told me about this, so I came." When we asked him who his friend was, he deadpanned, "I have no friends." When MK, who's on my right, hears this, she has the best reaction, she just sort of stares at him, mouth open, so surprised at this interloper’s cojones that she is for once struck mute. Then she tells him jokingly, "Okay, just leave your five dollars on the table when you leave."

Of course, after several minutes of ribbing him, we spot him chatting with one of the operation managers, and that's when we learn the guy is actually one of the PhDs from Dr. I's lab. We could not stop laughing because he really had us going there. Also, more than a little impressed.

In other news, I'm going to Las Vegas in February for the NBA All-Star Weekend. Del, LaLa, Del's bro, Del's boy, Miss T, The Peon, Gay V, Cat - all told there's fifteen of us going, so we got a couple of suites at the Hilton on the Strip. Del and I are a bunch of giggling idiots because every time we get together, it somehow turns into planning the Vegas trip. (We're in good company because Del's boy put up a flashy little countdown graphic on his MySpace page.) We already have the directions to the nearest Wal-Mart because we're planning on cooking while we're up there since we all like to cook and there is a kitchen in the main suite, and you know, we don't want to go broke eating out.

And this icon has nothing whatsoever to do with this post; I’m just still on a high from last night. HEE!
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This is what happens when you piss off The Guid by not following the Shut The Door Behind You Whether You're Coming or Going rule:

Very sorry can't come. Lie follows by post. )

rubykatewriting: (Chunk: Fuuuuck!)
I faxed an SAE to the company handling one of my slower accruing studies at 9:30 this morning. The person who reviews all incoming SAEs calls me at 1:30 to tell me that their company form has changed and could I please do the SAE over? Oh, you mean, the SAE that is due, by our institutional standards, today at 4:40pm? I'm sorry? Yes, I understand there is a time difference, with you out in California, but you're just telling me this at THREE HOURS BEFORE IT'S DUE?!


So I'm sure, dear flist, you are looking at this and going, dude, what's the problem? Just do it over again. But you have to understand. SAEs are a bitch and a half, people. I equate it with getting a root canal whilst hanging from my fingernails. First, there are the forms. They take time, especially since most have to be handwritten, and they are all company specific. On top of that, you have the added anxiety about making a mistake because if you do, you have to cross it out and initial and date it, and the format of these things is universally cramped.

Then the forms have to be reviewed by the study manager. Any changes s/he requests have to be worked in. (In the case of one of my more special study managers, I ALWAYS have to send multiple follow up emails to the SAE form he sends me, because inevitably, he's forgotten something. It never fails.)

Finally there is the odious task of finding a doctor to sign the finished product. This is further complicated by the small matter of the 1572. This is a legal document sent to the FDA stating particulars about the PI (primary investigator - aka, the guy who gets his name first on the paper) and any of the doctors included as Co-PIs. The SAE must be signed by one of the doctors on this document. No exceptions. As the afternoon is clinic time for most docs and morning encompasses rounds, meetings, etc., or God forbid, s/he's the attending on call for inpatient, it is sort of like the experience I had revisiting Yellowstone this summer - futile, I didn't see any elk or moose, and ended on a very rushed, very bumpy note.

Needless to say, it's a fucking hassle tracking down the PI, let alone a co-PI. So when I went to my supervisor to explain, she flat out said no, and then we went to her supervisor, and she said no. Multiple times. Not only is our doctor out of town until next Tuesday, but she said it was unacceptable for me to have to duplicate my work.

Which, YAY!

[eta]I emailed the company to tell them no to which they replied (what else?) OK. My supervisor just emailed me in response to that and I quote, "Great - you go girl!" Hee! My boss for the win, folks. Seriously.[/eta]
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*Whew!* That should do it.


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