Snow!

It's really more like frozen rain, but it's coming down pretty good out there. My boss, who just made it into the office now, is already on her way home.

I love people around here. Their reaction to snow amuses me. What doesn't amuse me is that my bus was 1/2 an hour late (there were no locals running yet) and I missed hitching a ride to the food bank, where we help out every third Monday. :(

Also: Walk in Fire, because I'm in a Doves kind of mood today.

*sigh*

So I reported the phlebotomist who didn't swab me, and now it's being implied that the reaction I have on my arm is from the alcohol she clearly used when she swabbed me.

Is it possible I somehow blanked right on over the icy coldness of rubbing alcohol (I think that's what they use now) on my skin for that painful minute? I really hate that part of donating. I suppose it is, but I really don't think so. Also, I've never before had a reaction to rubbing alcohol, which I know doesn't say much since reactions can seem to come and go on whim. The injection site started itching the moment the needle plunged into my skin - I don't know if that's a case for an alcohol reaction or not.

Anyway I'm now left doubting the validity of my own claim. I feel like I've accused someone of something and at trial it's somehow all turned around on me, like I committed the crime, or simply asked for it. And I regret reporting her ass.