As cliched as it is, that is the perfect way to describe the workload today at the Industrial Commission. Either we’re flooded with work, or else we sit around on our hands all day doing nothing. I can’t complain; I was pretty busy in the morning. I transcribed my least favorite physician, a Dr. Marblemouth in Cleveland, and typed a few Statements of Fact. My co-word processor didn’t arrive until after 2, so I worked on her lump-sum advancements. (This isn’t as exciting as it sounds, believe me!)
I even looked forward to batching, my least favorite task. Batching means taking packets of original dockets and making sure they’re in good enough condition to be scanned. If not, I have to Xerox them. That’s never very much fun. Hospitals used to love using pink onionskin forms, and these things have been around so long they look like the Dead Sea Scrolls. I made the mistake of putting one through the automatic document feeder on the machine–it, of course, tore it to shreds. So I had to do some emergency surgery with Scotch tape before it was workable.
I’m splurging and ordering something from Amazon.com for the first time in eons. It’s a two-disk DVD of Se7en, the monumental suspense film starring Brad Pitt and Morgan Freeman. I ordered the New Line Platimum edition, which has many behind-the-scenes anecdotes and pictures–including how the directors went about creating the many bizarre handwritten notebooks that are found in the serial killer’s apartment. I’m sending Amazon.com a money order, so I expect the package to be in my mailbox in about 10 days.
Se7en is one of my favorite movies. It’s not for the faint of heart, but the gore and gruesome scenes are not as overused as they are in any of the CSI shows. (CSI makes me nostalgic for Quincy: That was about a coroner, and yet you never once saw a corpse in the picture.)
I’m at the Franklinton library. Susie needed a red wig for a Hallowe’en skit she’s doing at school tomorrow. I learned this interesting fact at dinner, so we came here via Family Dollar, where we bought an Ariel wig for her. (Family Dollar is where we buy pet food, and where I buy the composition books that I use for diaries.) Looking at that wig, I wonder: Does the Little Mermaid also wear an algebra? (Get it?)