Gaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Today was just one of those days. It seemed everything and everybody was striving to get on my very last nerve.
It started with stupid-assed drivers on the morning commute. I got to work, and thought everything would improve, but nooooooooo, it was not to be.
I had a meeting scheduled with the Chief, Clinical Services to go over some slides and pivot tables for data we’re collecting on appointments, types of appointments, how many for each primary care clinic, etc. It’s slightly more complicated than that, but that’s the gist. Anywho, after going over the product that I had sent him, we discussed some further break-out slides and all was good. We then started discussing one of our primary care areas and the problems we’re having with their access levels, and the fact that the key players for this particular area NEVER attend any meeting together. They’re getting ready to open a new clinic and it has been quite a hassle. I was commenting on the fact that if all the key players could attend the SAME MEETINGS TOGETHER we wouldn’t be getting fifty different stories. I also commented on how it was driving my chief crazy, along with our enrollment manager. The enrollment manager then piped up and said “Don’t talk about (enrollment manager’s name). We’re going to work it out and I don’t point fingers; I just want it solved”. I was all :rolleyes: 
:eek: :mad: . The chief I was talking to just rolled his eyes. The chief then left. As soon as he left the office, she said she doesn’t want me talking about this stuff to anyone outside of our office. Uh, hello…this guy is intimately involved with all of this. He’s the g-damn Chief, CLINICAL SERVICES. I told her as much.
Anyway, I also told our enrollment manager I wasn’t pointing fingers at anybody; I’m of the same mind as her. Solve the problems and move on. I started to explain myself some more, and then mentally said “Fuck it. I’ve had it with her.”
In and of itself, the above incident seems minor, but there have been all sort of these little incidents stacking up. I don’t say anything because we literally sit four feet apart. But, I’ve been grinding my teeth a lot lately. She goes on and on about her workload. Granted, it’s huge and I don’t envy her job in the least. However, my workload is also huge. But, I’ve been doing my job for quite some time now. I have peaks and valleys. When I have something to do, I get it done and don’t go on about how much of it there is. So, when I have a little valley, I pop into the internet or the Dope or a news site. I get the impression she thinks I’m a slacker. I’m not; I’m far from it. I take care of business and move on. She acts somewhat superior to me. I don’t know why; we’re the same freakin’ grade. In fact, I’m more senior in my grade if you want to go there. I’m nothing but nice and polite. I’ve offered help many times and have been rebuffed. I’ve stopped offering help. She has a habit of dismissing anything I say or speaking dismissively to me. I find it quite insulting, but somehow can’t sink to this level and “return the favor”.
Sometimes she makes me feel sort of stupid. I am far from stupid. I have valuable input and valuable advice. I’ve been told many times that people come to me because I manage to look at a situation creatively and come up with point of view and answer that no one thought of, but solves the problem. I’m proud of that. She’s very nice (most of the time), but there’s this underlying thing towards me that I just can’t put into words. I look forward to the days that she isn’t there.
Good grief, this has turned into quite the rant. I’ll shut-up now.
We went down to Lowes and ordered our washer and dryer for Sunday delivery. That’s the soonest they could deliver it. The bonus is that the washer was on sale. I ended up going with the Whirlpool Duet. I got the 3.8 cubic feet washer and the big dryer. I can’t wait till they arrive. We decided to forego the pedestals. We don’t really need them. Besides, I buy the huge Costo sized laundry detergent, so it wouldn’t fit in there anyway. So, that’s the bright spot to my day.
Bobbio, I really hope the house thing works out this time. This time has got to be charm.
Swampy, those pictures from the seventies were scaaaaaaaaaary. My mother’s kitchen is scary. Harvest gold appliances, bright orange counter tops, and a very dark walnut, almost black colored cabinets. The flooring is also some hideous gold patterned linoleum or vinyl.
The animal hair thing: My black lab literally explodes hair all over the place. I can’t keep up. I’ve run into many bile barfs. Poor thing tries to make it to the vinyl or tile, but doesn’t always make it. Throw into the mix my cat, and his numerous hairballs and barfs and I’ve got quite the combo. The bad thing is, my cat rarely comes downstairs and always does his barfs and hairballs on my carpet upstairs. It’s most irritating. In fact, I need to steam clean up there again, because I don’t always discover them right away.
I am so very, very glad it’s Friday tomorrow. I’ve had quite enough of work for one week.
