I love my co-workers?

During my break at work one stressful day, I called my husband. We had a nice chat, and I ended the call with my usual "I love you, bye."

I heard something behind me. Dr Warmnfuzzy was standing in the doorway to my office. "I love you too. Can you fax this prescription to OverpricedMeds?"

Pot, meet Kettle. Kettle, Pot.

I received a warning from Dr. Analytic yesterday that my writing style in my recent office correspondence was "a bit sarcastic and maybe you could watch that."
And that's a pretty good point. I'm a bit crabby by nature and while I like to blame excessively bitchy days on a lack of coffee, there's a very good chance that this may just be my personality. (Oh how I wish I had the balls to wear this shirt to work some day!)
Then I realized that Dr. Analytic's automatic e-mail signature said "putting the 'fun' in dysfunctional!"

Glad I'm not a doctor

Dr. Warmnfuzzy just got back from a two week vacation. Here's what awaited her when she returned to us:

• 10 days worth of e-mails from the crisis department
• 23 requests from patients for medication adjustment or early refills
• the minutes from at least six different meetings
• a missive from the department head saying he'd discovered Twitter and wondered if any of us had heard of it
• four different people tackling her in the hallway and saying "Fuzzy! You're back! Your patient Mrs. Namewitheld needs...."
• an e-mail from the big boss casually mentioning that there is a bomb threat one block away, but no need to evacuate our building

"I feel like I need another vacation just to recover from vacation!"