What is it with bugs? I mean, they know they can’t swim (except for the ones that can, but I’m talking about the other kind), so why do they keep jumping in the pool? F*ckers. Are they suicidal, or just plain stupid? Bastids. I feel like one of these crazy old men, stalking the edge of the pool with my trusty net. Or in the water as the “bug whisperer,” helping the little assholes into the light (except the light, in this case, is the skimmer). Well, shit. It beats going to work and sitting in a dark, windowless cave trying not to slowly (or not so slowly) go insane. Today is worse than yesterday, as far as that goes. I’m filled with dread and depression (which is pretty irrational) at the thought of it. Gotta get my mind right – it feels like I woke up with someone else’s blues (sadly, I couldn’t find a good live version of that – maybe Vernon can dig something up).

Speaking of work, it’s a big day today, as we officially acquire another local hospital – adding about 800 employees to the fold (much to the chagrin of the union that, until midnight last night, represented them; the employees now become members of one of the three NY State Public Employee unions). Since I support the systems that get people hired and paid (among other things), this means that things will no doubt be all kinds of a pain in the ass for a while. This is only exacerbated by the fact that one of our team members just went out on maternity leave (leaving us with 3.5 people to support about 7,000 employees and over 80 applications, all written in-house). I’m trying to figure out a way to get knocked-up myself, but I guess I’m too damn old. Maybe I can take hormones or something.