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As the overly attentive of you may have noticed I've been... scarce for the past few decades days. You probably wouldn't believe me if I was to inform you (by way of livejournal, apparently) that I've been locked in my office. Well, too damned bad, 'cause that's what happened. Okay, so it wasn't so much a locking as it was being quite literally buried under an avalanche of paperwork, courtesy the FDA.
They hate me. I highly suspect it was that conference a year and a half ago. Geez, for an administration that can't keep the right studies going, they can really hold a grudge. I should've know that would come back to bite me in the- right, moving on. Now that I've completed, returned, and doubled their clever little barrage of documentation, I estimate I have at least a few days to resurface until they send it back in triplicate. Oh, joy. Well, I'll worry about that when the time comes. Until then, I'm a free woman! Who... has clinic to do.
They hate me. I highly suspect it was that conference a year and a half ago. Geez, for an administration that can't keep the right studies going, they can really hold a grudge. I should've know that would come back to bite me in the- right, moving on. Now that I've completed, returned, and doubled their clever little barrage of documentation, I estimate I have at least a few days to resurface until they send it back in triplicate. Oh, joy. Well, I'll worry about that when the time comes. Until then, I'm a free woman! Who... has clinic to do.