Again with the chamomile tea in the coffee basket. Not emptied, not washed, not anything, just a bunch of loose flower bits in the gold basket. Ick.
At least this time I knew what it was, emptied it into a plastic bag and wore gloves and a mask. (Ok, maybe the mask was over the top, but we have them here. I used a regular mask, not an N-95) Last time I didn’t and I developed with itchy eyes and allergy type symptoms.
And I improvised a filter and left the gold plated thing alone. Still think I could taste it in my coffee though.
Also, we have a **Battle of the Care Plans **going on. The two full time Days-Evenings nurses on my unit have major personality conflicts and as a result have been changing care plans fast and furious. One wants someone to get her meds at 6:45, the other at 7:15. I don’t really care, I just need to know if I give the med before I go home, or leave it for day shift. Do we put Ms L in a big comfy chair to sleep, so she sleeps, or do we put her in her bed where she ends up rolling around on the floor all night? Is Mrs Y two person care, or three, and do we let her husband watch or no? It is kind of disturbing how control-freaky the psych nurses are. Just let me do my night shifts in peace…
Seriously. We went to dinner with him yesterday because it was his birthday and we knew he didn’t have anyone else to spend it with, other than his parents. And one of the major topics of conversation was some new woman who is apparently working in one of the offices in the building. Our task for the day is to find this woman, chat her up, find out if she’s single (not that he considers it a barrier if she’s not), and delicately, tactfully, intimate that he’s interested. We are not to rest until this mission has been accomplished. When he called to check in, and when he came in this morning, that was the first thing he asked about both times.
I’m sorry, this is not an acceptable definition of “other duties as assigned.”
I was thinking more along the lines of having some fun with it/him - “Sorry, she’s celibate/a former nun/gay as 19 balloons/married to a couple of ex-marines/whatever you can think of.”
We’re changing from one phone system to another and we’re of course encountering resistance to change - this is to be expected and perfectly fair, nobody likes being reminded that they don’t really have a say in something fairly visible like that. However, lately we’ve encountered higher background levels of unhappiness than is normal.
Turns out at least one of the phone techs have decided that this is the perfect moment to vent his spleen on the subject of all the shortcomings - real and imagined - of the new phone system, with a side order of unflattering commentary on the wisdom of management’s decision to make the change. Not within earshot of the clients - to the clients.
Great. Thanks. That’ll ease the process.
Yes, he’s facing an “adapt or become redundant” situation, because the technology he’s currently an expert on is being phased out, and that can’t be fun to watch. But still… A bit of professionalism?
Yeah. Well reality kind of sucks because nothing was really resolved. The spineless manager started the meeting noting that we were behind on orders and that we needed to get things done as this isn’t exactly busy time and we can’t be falling behind now. He also stated that the pickers were not to enlist the help of the maintenance guy as his boss got annoyed with him being grabbed to help. (To enforce this more, his boss had him working outside in the heat to boot).
Nothing was addressed as far as the ladder issues. I suspect that the ‘no using the maintenance guy’ flummoxed the pickers. I’m guessing they thought they had a solution to my being ‘on strike’ to the extent that they didn’t prepare any whining or complaints about me not doing their jobs for them.
Beyond that I don’t know what they are doing. I was asked only twice to get things from the 2nd shelves (by one person). I told the person in question to move the ladder into place and I’d go up and get it once I finished the order I was working on. She did move the ladder (actually smart enough to have it in place the 2nd time before asking) so no real waste of time for me. Sadly I think she is the only one who genuinely has an issue with being up on the ladder - all the others are too lazy to move the things.
Idiot: I want you to give me access to X, Y and Z.
X doesn’t exist.
I tell her this, and work on the things she asked for that DO exist.
She comes back demanding to know why I’m not working on X.
I tell her a second time.
Today she calls demanding to know why Y and Z are not completed yet (because they’re not, ok? Shit takes time, get over yourself) and ANGRILY demands to know why she’s not getting X.
My co-worker who answered the phone explains this to her.
She hangs up saying she’s going to file a complaint about us.
She emails a someone who handles things for her department and works with us.
I carefully explain the entire thing to that person.
That person asks for more information and copies of the original requests.
I note that they were included at the bottom of the very email she sent me asking for that information. :smack: Including my careful explanation of what she asked for versus what was available, because she asked for slighty incorrect names of things and I corrected them. (Yes, please. Get angry because I didn’t give you access to your misspelling rather than the proper name of something!)
Apparently Idiot is still angry that she cannot get X and is planning to take her complaints higher.
ACE bandages are cheap. Buy one over the weekend and come in on Monday saying you tweaked your ankle or knee and while you’ll do your own work, you need to keep the climbing to a minimum and can’t help anyone else.
That should buy you a few more days.
Don’t forget the false drama. Limp or hold your ankle and grimace after every time you climb!
