Monday, April 18, 2011

ANGST EQUALS DIAPER RASH

My ex-significant other (Savage Kitten) is currently employed in an office that works with medical records. It is a large department, where people never move on. Once they're in, they stay for decades.
Many of them are not used to the competitive technical environment of the modern world.

Except for cell phones, of course.

What is amazing is that doddering fossils from the dinosaur-age of office work, who still think in terms of hand-penned records, multiple-page fold-out spreadsheets on a peg-board, and mimeographs, have NO problem figuring out how to program 'Dixie' as their irritating ringtone and download fifteen volumes of family photos, several thousand pages of the CUTE things their grandkiddies did.
Computers, copy machines, faxes......
ms-excel™, datawrangler®, flexorecord©......
Nope.

Cell phone yes. Modern office efficiency no.

Seeing as databases and modern computer programmes are essential to functionality and efficiency in the world of the twenty-first century, some of them aren't fully based in reality.
Not reality as you and I recognize it.

Text to columns, sort, find text, universal search?
Not concepts within their ken.
Correct spelling, numbers, data?
Oh please!



NEWS FLASH: SEQUENTIALITY IS NOT OPTIONAL!


Quote:
"There’s a client who was putatively born in February of this year. This individual has had psychiatric care most recently last November.
How?! What sort of practitioner attends this "infant" and interprets the angst within? Would that be a "foetus whisperer"? And how does one know if it’s really a psychological problem, versus cramps, maternal indigestion, or umbilical cord itch?"



I am totally charmed by the concept of a foetus whisperer.

That's the kind of occupation one should put on a resumé.


As for infants having angst within, I'm not touching that one with a ten foot pole. Even after the precious little bundle of joy is cast out from warm wombish comfort into the cold dark world.
If there's anyone who should have 'angst', it is the adult standing near the little meatball when his diaper bulges.
Consider what will happen next as a transfer of angst from one individual (minor) to another individual (major).
Babies: they're like little angels - except full of angst.
Loads of it.
Smelly.


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