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Frustrations …

Our Porter .. moves slower than a very very slow thing on slow drugs .. less willing than a very very willingless thing.  Generally seen sitting in a corner or, absent without leave.  I asked him to take and collect the post to the post room for the 4th time at 2.30 .. “it’s closed” was his reply .. my reply to that was “yes, between 12.30 and 1.30 .. and finally closes at 4.30” .. I took the post myself.

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!  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’!!  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.


A 2011 review and a shite start to 2012 …

things were going well .. obviously too well!

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. .. 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 ..