Monday, Monday

Ways in which today was verifiably Monday:

• I searched and searched and searched for Ms. G's chart today.  I mean tore the place apart.  I finally had to make a duplicate chart with what little bits I could come up with, plus old scans, etc.  Three or so hours later, I found the original chart -- sitting on my table, where it had been the whole time.
  
• At the same time, I was looking for Ms. F's chart.  Equally tore the place up over this one.  At one point Ashley mentioned to me that Ms. F's had an earlier appt in Nuclear Medicine.  The chart was, of course, there.  Where it should be.
  
• And how about Mrs. M's chart?  I double-, maybe triple-checked the schedule on Friday, confirming that I had all the charts pulled for Monday.  Except, apparently, Mrs. M's, since she had no markings by her name whatsoever.  So then I went off to go find it STAT, and about pulled out all my hair.  I eventually came back to the pod to tell Larrell that I was having trouble finding it, but still looking, and she tells me: "Oh, honey, don't worry about it, she's in a room now, with a chart." *beat* "A chart?  Is it her chart?"  "I guess so!"
  
• Last week there were these problem charts (tests without EKG tracings, or without actual values on the printout, or what have you), and they weren't findable last week.  The missing bits appeared in a stack of processing today.  So, good, I guess, but still: where did you come from?!?!
  
• Lastly, I got lunch from Subway today.  I had bills and coins back.  The coins totaled $0.91; how many coins did I get back?  Answer: 10 coins -- 9 dimes and a penny.  Seriously?
  

Monday.  I tell you what.