I collected an item from the shuttle at 4.00 myself, as the shuttle driver came to say it had been on there  since 9.00 am – generally if it is on the shuttle WE NEED IT.  I got a warning for swearing .. ok, it was inappropriate at the point that I did it, and I regretted it the second it came out of my mouth .. but I had been pushed beyond my limits at that point.

The Witterer .. loves the sound of her own voice, treats me like I don’t know what I am doing but then asks me things I have a solution to, which are pretty basic.  She won’t accept change .. and if she only stopped doing all of the above, might actually get her job done!  But puuurlease Witterer, stop telling me how much you have to do, how little time you have to do it in .. and just.bloody.do.it!  My ears bleed the way you talk out your nose!  (I am trying to find a link to give a demonstration to the way she talks .. it would drive the most sane to distraction .. )

The Boss .. threw me in at the deep end and has left me to deal with it.  The fact that, with other non-work problems, I have wobbled majorly – read “cry daily at my desk .. for no apparent reason” - people being nice, people being nasty (to be blogged about later) and has ignored me totally since before Christmas.  Guilty conscience at dropping me in it??

Fluffy People ..

Stupid People ..

People who don’t .. ask to use the the toilet .. it’s not a public one .. it’s a Ward one .. it’s.just.rude.not.to.ask!!  One woman said “I’m a Consultant” .. and then left both taps in the sink running on full volume!!  Yeah right luvvy .. next time I shall ask to see your badge.

I am permanently knackered from working and I’ve managed to introvert myself.  Going out is a chore as when I have free time, all I want to do is sleep (am I depressed?  I think so!)  My appetite is shot again and as I leave for work at stupid’o'clock, I generally forget to get anything out of the freezer .. shock horror I have learned to bulk cook and freeze it, or eat the same stuff 2 to 3 nights running .. with slight variations I might add.  I get up in the dark, go to work in the dark, sit in an overbright corridor and rarely see the light of day.

Work was going brilliantly .. I was to start work “in theatre” with a Senior Sister mentoring me – she suggested it as she obviously realised I was batting well below my intelligence level and would be an asset rather than a hindrance.  Urology wasn’t my first choice of surgery to enter into the world of - but you’ve got to start somewhere - don’t worry, I wasn’t going to be operating on anyone, just doing the menial jobs and getting “in theatre” experience.

I.enjoyed.working.in.main.theatres .. then the producer shouted “CUT”!

Since the end of November I’ve been sent to the new “day unit”.  I.HATE.IT! (as do most of the staff that work there) .. and if I “pop out for a breath of fresh air” .. the staff from upstairs (who I love and have a laugh with) shout “run Forest run” .. is it a mad dash for freedom – YES!

Initially the job was for 4 weeks, but due to laziness on other peoples’ parts .. I appear to be stuck there.  (OK so it’s a 5 day a week job – 7.30 till 4.00 .. in reality it’s 06.45 until whenever - but I get paid by the hours that I work).  The “whenever” is because in order to start a day fairly calmly, everything needs to be in place paperworkwise at the end of play the day before .. the patient notes don’t tend to get to me till 3.30 – I tracked in 30 sets this afternoon – the tracking itself is easy, it’s the checking that all the notes are there that takes the time – otherwise I get in shit!

Because of where I sit (and I know I shouldn’t start a sentence with “because”) .. I appear to be “Information Services” too.  The world and his wife come to me to ask for directions … I am seriously thinking about becoming a trolley dolley as my hand gestures are that good .. except the one that I really want to do, is not allowed!  I have to smile sweetly and try to be “pink and fluffy” in a non-sickly way, when what I really want to do is tell them to eff off and leave me alone.

However the next person who asks me “have you seen?” is going to get pounded!  I sit in a corridor!  I cannot see what is happening in the main drag, my crystal ball and x-ray vision appear to have failed.  I don’t see patients coming down from main theatre or the wards, as if people have passes that get them through another entrance I.DON’T.SEE.THEM!  The patient bit is a pain as I have to transfer them from ward to ward (which is actually a quite a big thing when you think about it – did the patient have the op or not??) .. but no bugger tells me!  One medical student looked at me most oddly when I told him that the crystal ball and x-ray vision were on the list of things Maintenance were looking into as they appeared not to be working!  Don’t ask me stupid questions, unless you want a stupid answer!

More later ..

LIFE.IS.GOOD! (broke, but good).

Work continues to go well and I am eating small meals regularly – despite the fact that I don’t feel hungry.  I had 2 weeks of being very ill (to the point I considered NOT going on holiday) and frightened several fairly eminent personages to death to the point they nearly had me in A&E  .. but I am now eating healthily and generally being a bit sensible and things seem to be going well on the health front – apparently I can’t mix anti-biotics and prozac!

I had a wonderful holiday, which seems years ago, but was only a week ago.

I am totally over the toxic-ex (I will blog about it .. but am tired now, so it will just come out crap).

Hope all is well in the land of blogdom .. it is in the world of Cataclismical!.

x

It started with a job .. a job I was offered on Boxing Day last year (2010) .. a job I turned down because I had been soo unwell.  Eventually, after much pushing, cajolling and down-right bollocking .. I took it!  It was only for one day a week, but hey, one day is better than no days!

Major stress!!!  It’s at a local hospital, working in the main Theatres (cue sick people, needles, blood and very unpleasant smells (on occasions) .. I’ve taken to it like a duck to water!  As people come in in “mufty”, change into “blues” and then put a hat on to work in theatre, it was like learning 60 people 3 times!  So I also Theatre Aide (which is basically pushing people around, lifting, carrying, running errands) in order that I could get to know people quicker – it’s paid off, and I love it!!  Sometimes the smell of poo and wee and burning flesh is over-whelming but I am getting used to it.  My boss, who I met randomly and spent the early part of this evening texting me on fashion advice (me???), has spent the last 1.5 hours on the phone discussing job re-directions for me (I have an interview with the local police force next week for a Call Centre Agent – 999 – 6 frigging hours filling in an application form .. I have to go for it!)  He’s putting me forward for a HCA training tomorrow (Health Care Assistant) which means as Receptionist, Theatre Aide, In-Theatre Aide and HCA’ing .. makes me indispensible .. as on “bank” I could be “disposed” of quite easily.  He told me earlier though that the permanent job (with the police) was safer .. and then spent this evening telling me to stick with the hospital .. confuseddotcom!!!  (I hate the reception job .. and several people are going to get their heads kicked in if they continue to pester me whilst I am trying to run off and circulate operating lists .. I tend to get a migraine around 3.00 pm).

All-in-all I am happier with myself then I have been in a long time and realise that the ex was toxic (giving relationship advice also applies to my boss .. or “Sir” as we all call him).  It’s nice to be part of a big happy(ish) family and to look forward to going to work, rather than dreading it – we have a laugh daily!  I’ve seen (and smelt) some sights that I’d rather not, but I appear to be taking it all rather well!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wOlTdkYXuzE

Shit .. made my problems seem VEEEEEERRRRRYYY VEEEEEERY tiny ones!

Cat xx

Turns out walking out of the job on Friday was probably was the best thing I could have done!  I have another job starting Monday (not great as I am moving on Sunday .. but hey ho!).  Apparently the job came in and the agency put me straight forward for it.  It’s only 2 weeks, but it’s somewhere different and I’m hoping I get free gym membership out of it!  I was enjoying the previous job, but I am professional about what I do .. and they weren’t!  This week is busy with dentist and gastro guy and stuff, so I’m quite relieved to have the time and space to myself.  Yesterday, my tarty mate had minor eye surgery .. he, all manly, “yeah, I’ll be able to drive” .. me, ”err I will come and pick you up” .. him “no, no, I’ll be fine” .. me .. “no” .. turns out he wasn’t bloody fine .. when I picked him up!  He drove home from the hospital where he works (the op was at a sister hopsital), but the home drive was an easy one and I followed him, in case of problems.  We then had chinese takeaway, copious amounts of wine and his neighbour round – he wanted me to have a woman-to-woman talk with her .. I told him I couldn’t look after myself .. let alone advise someone else!  It was a really nice evening .. and he is very sweet .  I had bought him a mug for his birthday .. he said, in front of neighbour, it was the best present he’d ever got .. because I’d put thought into it .. well, yes, I did, but I saw it and thought of him (his favourite expression is Just Fucking Do It (or JFDI) .. this mug is Shut Up and Deal With It (it was only a mug)!  I then asked him if he knew when my birthday was .. his reply was that it was in his diary .. and got it right without even looking .. my previous boyfriends, never knew the date, they were always days or months out!!!!  Neighbour said he spoke very highly of me.  I don’t know whether he invited her round to “check me out” or what, but I think I passed the test .. another new friend too!!!
 
We had the chat .. he’s adamant he’s a confirmed batchelor .. I am adamant I will go to my grave “spinster of this parish” .. so at least we are agreed on things .. that friends (very good friends) is good.  He’s a tart, but we both know that!  This morning (I slept in the spare room before anyone starts!) .. he asked me whether his eyes were swollen .. the answer was a definite yes, but I sorted him out with some cold eye patches which I’d frozen last night .. why are men soooo bloody stubborn??? (and why am I such a twat .. lol).  I am much happier in myself, with my life etc etc .. I like it that I get “good morning” texts .. I like it that I get emails from people .. because I really have found out who my friends “aren’t” are .. I’m not pushing anything with anyone or anything .. I need to get myself totally sorted before I go further down that route .. that day is not far off!
 
So .. Monday .. new home, new job .. new lodger .. time to start loving ME properly (not you, me loving me).
 
In other news (before you all one of you fall asleep) .. lunch with mum on Saturday .. lunch with family on Sunday .. and for once no-one threw food .. and I cuddled a snake! lol

Oh, and this is crap .. but there you go!

Cat xx

I got into work today to find a series of e:mails .. I’d been asked to arrange a meeting!  I’d been given a list of people to attend, they had all replied that, despite the fact it wasn’t the best day of the week, they could attend .. so I set up the meeting on Outlook.

The e:mails I saw this morning between 2 of the people (one of them my “supposed” boss) were derogatory to say the least.  When I said “terribly sorry old boy” .. the messages had been deleted!  I e:mailed the agency person and said “I’m not stupid, have been professional in everything I’ve done” and this is the email I sent ..

Dear xx

Having been off sick yesterday with a migraine, I have come into work today to find a series of e:mails, which quite frankly I find abusive - regarding a meeting which I was asked to set up from a list of people I was given to ask to attend.  I am pretty certain I was not supposed to see these e:mails (as they are gone from the inbox/outbox etc)!
 
I am not stupid, I did as I was asked!  In a temporary role it is easy to make mistakes and I have been very careful in what I have done.  I feel these e:mails have undermined my confidence in my ability to do the role expected.

I therefore am giving you notice on this assignment with immediate effect .. please feel free to call me to discuss the matter on xxx as I am actually pretty hurt by the comments made!

So, there you go .. life is a shitter sometimes .. however having said that .. my matron has been on the phone to me most of today and continues to make me laugh like a drain!  A second friend also rang to give me their support .. so in all, it’s not that bad!

I popped into the pub today to put some money into Alfie’s collection .. my best friend came in and totally ignored me!  Her loss, she now has no-one to look after her animals when she goes away.  She still owes me money and unless she pays me I shall take her to court .. she denies she does, but I have the receipts and bank records to prove it!

Those that knew Alfie had a “memorial” down at the brick pit.  The mums and dads were in the pub and it was very solemn.  I am a little pissed that my “landlady” said, “why don’t they get over it?” .. err he was a nice and popular lad and it was a very sad, shocking and tragic accident .. these people need to grieve.  He was 15.  Most of these kids have never known death, they needed to come together to show solidarity, compassion and prove that they could care – it wasn’t a “let’s get pissed” event ..

His friends have put a couple of things on YouTube .. if you want the link, let me know, I don’t feel I can put it here ..

Cat xx

No-one told me till this evening because they didn’t want to upset me at work.

I got myself a lodger on Tuesday night (after a fab day at work) and that was pretty much the icing on the cake.  (He’s “5″ days, arriving Monday evening AFTER work and leaving Friday morning when he goes to work and goes home Friday evening.   Unfortunately it’s not the guy I got an e:mail from today .. I think he would have been a bigger laugh .. He had emailed earlier and I replied with a “do you work for XXX?” and a “sorry it’s gone” ..

Cat

Sat here laughing my head off…Yes you should be a detective…I am at the famous XXX offices…

Yeah let me know if it goes pear shaped, tell the guy he is a lucky so and so as the travel lodge is an eye opener…

I am that desperate I will take the garden shed or do head to toe…he he he

Even better, tell him it was all a big mistake as I am a tremendous cook, worked as a male model for armani…love housework, enjoy knitting and always get the beers in…and I never lie or offer bribes…

Regards.

T

 It’s nice to know that even if the guy I’ve got has a contract only lasts 3 months .. I can get another – easily!

23 sleeps to go!