3 days of Cipro to knock out this (minor, according to my nurse) bladder infection, they reckon.  This strikes me as rather like using a bazooka to take out a bumblebee, yes?

Cipro of the rupturing tendon and lack of color vision level of antibiotics.  Cipro of the psychosis and loss of skeletal integrity level.  Cipro, the antibiotic of last resort.  I guess I understand why they wanted to make sure it really was an infection instead of just taking my word for it…

I’m pretty sure they’re doing this so that I’ll only be on antibiotics for 3 days instead of the usual 7-10 days, and for that, both I and my intestinal tract are very grateful but still.

I’m taking it at 7pm, since the doses have to be 12 hours apart (and who wants to get up at 5:30 to take a pill?), and based on what I’m reading, I expect to be feeling better at 6pm just from the giddy anticipation.

On the slightly-less-annoying-than-a-persistent-UTI but more-annoying-than,-say,-being-at-home-and-eating-turkey front, work was godawful today.  It was our last day at the old branch, and while I’m not looking forward to dealing with temporary assignments for the next two years, anything will be better than working with the Princess. I honestly can’t imagine a more hostile work environment than having everyday dealings with a manager who grew up in a Soviet bloc country, and whose ideals of a good work situation include mandatory calisthenics and happy workers saying “Good Morning” in an appropriately chipper tone of voice when the supervisor arrives.

No.  I am not kidding.

But besides being an advert. for the worst of the socialists’ bizarro ideals, she’s also completely bag-o’-hammers crazy.  I didn’t get anything accomplished today because she felt the need to bitch and moan about my co-workers and kept calling me out of the workroom in order to use me as an audience for her whacked-out-ed-ness.  Understand, I am not a manager of any stripe.  Besides which, I am so much more on my co-workers’ side in any given altercation that words cannot describe the degree of my one-sidedness on these issues!  It was awkward.  Uncomfortable.  Horrible.

So working at the busiest branch in the system as of tomorrow?  Sounds like a walk in the park.  A day at the beach.  A piece of cake.

Speaking of cake, our early closing means I’m off the hook re: xmas cookies & cakes for co-workers who’ve gotten hooked on Sprogblogger specials over the last 3 years, so I suppose that’s nice, too.

Off to take my Cipro and plan the next step in my world-domination plans for uniting the librarian workers of the world.

Oh yeah.  Not so much…