Just scanless.

Okay, so I had to go get a mandatory physical at the company's contracted clinic. That has now become the single most heinous hospital experience since my stay at Killa King in Watts. First I didn't get seen until 12:00. I'd been there since 10:00 am. There was no one in that bamma and they still made me wait for 2 hours. Sucked ass. I was stuck watching some diabetes movie that made me wanna hurl myself off the 91 westbound. And then, my MA. Oh Lawd... the poor MA. Now why oh why did my medical assistant look like he came straight offa Mi Vida Loca or some shit? Dude was tatted up all on his neck and arms and had the nerve to have on short sleeve scrubs. At first I freaked out, because I knew they was gonna put him on me. But I realized that even the most hardcore gangstas need money (and can somehow qualify for financial aid at Bry.man college... BLAH). So I let ol' Kid Frost Jr. do my vision and all that crap. He was all confused about hella shit, which took even longer. All this before I could even see the real doctor. Who, in her infinite wisdom declared that based on the questionairre answers, I have social anxiety disorder (Zo.lof.t anyone?) and now I have to go to my primary care physician to get an "excuse" that says I'm not so crazy I can't work. Now this heffa has never seen me before in life, and she's diagnosing me out the gates? And then decides that I may be just... uh... "anxious" enough to not be able to work? Gimme a damn break. Now if I was aiming for disability, or some BS workers comp claim, then I may be elated. But this shit can stand in the way of my cash. Did I mention that my permanent medical coverage hasn't kicked in yet? And this beeyotch wants me to see the "primary care physician"? I told this ho' my insurance isn't instated yet, and she still tripped. BULLSHIT all around. So yeah, today is sucking now. Not to mention I've got to do environmental testing on this whole damn plant once everyone is gone. Meaning I'll be alone, in a giant ass industrial plant. ALL. BY. MY. DAMN. SELF. Shit, lemme go locate my box cutter. I'm out for now. Oh Reddy girl, I'll save you some of whatever moms hooked up for me, LOL. And "Hi" back-at-cha Ms. Diva, glad to see you're back among us. Later, y'all.