What's up, Blogger?I've never been regarded as the most patient person in the world, I'll admit. But give me a break, orange Blogger logo people (who are you, anyway?), I've been writing since May and I still have not reached the 'Blogs of Note' status. So, pray tell...what's up with that?
I've got double digit followers now. That has to count for something. And that one blog last month had like, I don't know, five comments. I'm working hard, putting forth a good effort, I think. I've even added pictures for enhanced visual effect (see, I even stole your logo). Just because Diary of an IndyGrrl has 600 followers and umpteen million comments doesn't mean squat. (Sorry, IndyGrrl, I'm sure you're lovely.)
Where was I going with this?
Oh, yes. Grinding thick, discolored fungal toenails and debriding pus-filled diabetic ulcers for a living sucks. I'm not going to lie. My sinus cavities are lined with several inches of mycotic debris, I'm sure of it. Most days I wish the office had one of those biohazard showers so I could rinse the nastiness off me before I go into public. The smell of rotting flesh lingers, you know.
Oh, Monday morning, how I loathe thee.
I'm neurotic today because...
...what exactly does it take to get a break in this business?
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