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grrgoylA few things. First, and most importantly, HAPPY BIRTHDAY ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kavieshana!!!!!! The big 4-0, huh? (just kidding) (I'm early. I probably won't be updating on the day of.)
Secondly, wahey! You know you live in Colorado when it's snowing on May 1. GLOBAL WARMING WHUT (again, just kidding).
Thirdly, got a new subject heading on some spam mail this morning: "you're a moron eadamcewicz." Well, yes I would be, if I allowed some spambot to taunt me into opening a virus. Again, does ANYONE fall for these things??
Fourthly, and the real reason I had to update. Tery called me to complain about her employees (again). Normally I let her vent and just smile, since most of the things she complains about I, too, have been guilty of to some degree or another (i.e., bugging her to ask where to find this thing or that).
On this occasion, there was a young, though not puppy, Rottweiler that died overnight of unknown causes. J., the full-time overnight assistant, had bagged the body and left it in Isolation Ward per the instructions of the chief doctor (normally there's a freezer in the shed out back where they are stored. However, the one time I had to bag a body (poor little Sally), I was specifically told by Tery not to take it out because the shed is also way back at the edge of the very dark and dangerous yard).
When she came back in the following night, the body was still back there. She left a note pointing it out, adding that it was probably "pretty ripe by now." All this was brought to Tery's attention by the whining, moaning day shift whose tender, childlike feelings were hurt by the tone of the note.
Tery's question was, however, why wasn't the body properly stored the day after the dog died? When asked this, the day shift did what they do best: Pointed fingers and came up with a million excuses, most of which pinned the blame on the night shift.
Yes indeed. Five young (20-something or younger), mostly healthy girls didn't understand why a morbidly obese woman in her 50's/60's, who has had repeat ankle and knee surgeries, couldn't carry a 62-pound dead dog up a flight of stairs and back to a dark shed herself. I'm not yet 40, reasonably strong and have no joint problems whatsoever, and it's a chore carrying a 50-pound bag of litter DOWN a flight of stairs.
They also claimed no knowledge that the body was back there. They simply couldn't spare the 15 seconds it takes to poke their heads into the ward and look around (it goes without saying then that they didn't clean up after the dog either). "Overnight has no idea how busy it gets here during the day!!!!!!" they wailed. They like to blame things on understaffing, thinking eventually Tery will hire more people so they can work even less hard. They don't realize that staffing numbers aren't in Tery's hands, that things cost money, that the company doesn't have a bottomless well of it, that there's a budget to consider, and that their raises depend on Tery being able to balance it.
They whined that J. didn't leave a note about the dog, until sure enough, her notation was found in the chart. But to open the chart and read it would have required more energy than these poor girls possess, apparently. (It should be noted that it's the opening technician's job to go through charts of hospitalized patients and enter charges into the computer, making why this note was missed a whole other can of worms.)
They always manage to find hidden reserves, however, when someone wants to run across the street for lunch.
They also wanted Tery to call J. on the spot, after working all night (this was about 10 a.m.), to reprimand her. Tery of course did no such thing.
EDIT: Last night Tery called J. to assure her she had done no wrong. That was when she discovered that a.) she HAD left a note right on the door leading downstairs, whereabouts now unknown, and b.) she had left the body right on the floor in D-ward, not tucked into a kennel out of sight. Which means these lazy fucks only had to peek through the window to see it, not even step into the ward proper. Furthermore, Tery said there was only one other patient in the hospital that day, so these lazy fucks were hardly flooded with work. Lazy, lazy FUCKS.
These youngsters were quite astonished to find themselves in much deeper trouble than J. What's funny is if they had just kept their mouths shut, done their fucking jobs and sucked up the rude note (which, "rude" is debatable. I guarantee in a similar situation, my note would have been a bit more strongly worded), Tery would never have known otherwise and things would be peachy. If they put half as much concentration into doing what they're paid for as they do into finding reasons why other people should do their work, the hospital would truly be the best in Denver.
One of these girls had her gallbladder removed last week, took a few days off due to pain, and today is eating nachos and salsa for lunch. Tery has honestly given up.
kavieshana!!!!!! The big 4-0, huh? (just kidding) (I'm early. I probably won't be updating on the day of.)Secondly, wahey! You know you live in Colorado when it's snowing on May 1. GLOBAL WARMING WHUT (again, just kidding).
Thirdly, got a new subject heading on some spam mail this morning: "you're a moron eadamcewicz." Well, yes I would be, if I allowed some spambot to taunt me into opening a virus. Again, does ANYONE fall for these things??
Fourthly, and the real reason I had to update. Tery called me to complain about her employees (again). Normally I let her vent and just smile, since most of the things she complains about I, too, have been guilty of to some degree or another (i.e., bugging her to ask where to find this thing or that).
On this occasion, there was a young, though not puppy, Rottweiler that died overnight of unknown causes. J., the full-time overnight assistant, had bagged the body and left it in Isolation Ward per the instructions of the chief doctor (normally there's a freezer in the shed out back where they are stored. However, the one time I had to bag a body (poor little Sally), I was specifically told by Tery not to take it out because the shed is also way back at the edge of the very dark and dangerous yard).
When she came back in the following night, the body was still back there. She left a note pointing it out, adding that it was probably "pretty ripe by now." All this was brought to Tery's attention by the whining, moaning day shift whose tender, childlike feelings were hurt by the tone of the note.
Tery's question was, however, why wasn't the body properly stored the day after the dog died? When asked this, the day shift did what they do best: Pointed fingers and came up with a million excuses, most of which pinned the blame on the night shift.
Yes indeed. Five young (20-something or younger), mostly healthy girls didn't understand why a morbidly obese woman in her 50's/60's, who has had repeat ankle and knee surgeries, couldn't carry a 62-pound dead dog up a flight of stairs and back to a dark shed herself. I'm not yet 40, reasonably strong and have no joint problems whatsoever, and it's a chore carrying a 50-pound bag of litter DOWN a flight of stairs.
They also claimed no knowledge that the body was back there. They simply couldn't spare the 15 seconds it takes to poke their heads into the ward and look around (it goes without saying then that they didn't clean up after the dog either). "Overnight has no idea how busy it gets here during the day!!!!!!" they wailed. They like to blame things on understaffing, thinking eventually Tery will hire more people so they can work even less hard. They don't realize that staffing numbers aren't in Tery's hands, that things cost money, that the company doesn't have a bottomless well of it, that there's a budget to consider, and that their raises depend on Tery being able to balance it.
They whined that J. didn't leave a note about the dog, until sure enough, her notation was found in the chart. But to open the chart and read it would have required more energy than these poor girls possess, apparently. (It should be noted that it's the opening technician's job to go through charts of hospitalized patients and enter charges into the computer, making why this note was missed a whole other can of worms.)
They always manage to find hidden reserves, however, when someone wants to run across the street for lunch.
They also wanted Tery to call J. on the spot, after working all night (this was about 10 a.m.), to reprimand her. Tery of course did no such thing.
EDIT: Last night Tery called J. to assure her she had done no wrong. That was when she discovered that a.) she HAD left a note right on the door leading downstairs, whereabouts now unknown, and b.) she had left the body right on the floor in D-ward, not tucked into a kennel out of sight. Which means these lazy fucks only had to peek through the window to see it, not even step into the ward proper. Furthermore, Tery said there was only one other patient in the hospital that day, so these lazy fucks were hardly flooded with work. Lazy, lazy FUCKS.
These youngsters were quite astonished to find themselves in much deeper trouble than J. What's funny is if they had just kept their mouths shut, done their fucking jobs and sucked up the rude note (which, "rude" is debatable. I guarantee in a similar situation, my note would have been a bit more strongly worded), Tery would never have known otherwise and things would be peachy. If they put half as much concentration into doing what they're paid for as they do into finding reasons why other people should do their work, the hospital would truly be the best in Denver.
One of these girls had her gallbladder removed last week, took a few days off due to pain, and today is eating nachos and salsa for lunch. Tery has honestly given up.
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Date: 2008-05-02 05:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-02 03:05 pm (UTC)Couple that with a complete lack of communication, and everyone assuming everyone else is taking care of things, and it's a wonder the hospital doesn't burn down around them.
Which is Tery's favorite theory about the overnight people -- we're the only ones there, so we know if we didn't do it, it didn't get done, making us twice as efficient as a fully staffed day shift.
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Date: 2008-05-02 05:48 am (UTC)Your "coworkers" are truly terrible. My sympathies.
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Date: 2008-05-02 03:08 pm (UTC)Thank you for using the term "coworkers" as loosely as it deserves.
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Date: 2008-05-03 05:34 am (UTC)My new favorite theory is that Tery should fire a few of your dayshift "co-workers", so that they will have to work harder. Maybe the one who's just had her gallbladder removed will end up dying a horrible yet predictable death and that will cut Tery's options down.
Why hasn't anyone every brought up the subject of paving and lighting the yard outside your building?
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Date: 2008-05-03 04:48 pm (UTC)Yeah, I tell you, it's frightening how many lazy people there are. It can't be coincidence that she's managed to hire ALL of them. But whatever she said to them after the Rottie incident sure whipped them into shape, last night the hospital was gleaming when I got there.
The yard is paved and lit. But if you check out my walking tour of the hospital (http://grrgoyl.livejournal.com/138843.html), near the end you see the yard, which looks lit brightly enough, but you also see the sheds behind which it is very very dark and makes an excellent hiding place for ne'er do wells. Tery has added even more lights since I filmed this, but that area remains impenetrable.
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Date: 2008-05-03 06:12 pm (UTC)JK. Sometimes, I'm afraid to walk the path behind my house alone at night, and it runs behind several well-lit houses.
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Date: 2008-05-03 06:26 pm (UTC)I maintain that your house doesn't contain drugs that people want to steal and sell on the street. Or if it does you (hopefully) don't have a big neon sign out front advertising the fact.
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Date: 2008-05-03 06:37 pm (UTC)I live in a middle class suburb. We're littered with drugs and gangs and the like. The sub committee voted to take the sign down, though.
But, no. Serious question time. How often do you get people trying to break in, on average? Are they the same few people or no? Are they the kind of people that would actually hurt you to get the drugs or are they just petty thieves? This is kind of exciting.
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Date: 2008-05-03 07:02 pm (UTC)fingerprintscomments are all over the reply section). We were broken into once soon after I started working there, not on my shift (http://grrgoyl.livejournal.com/126859.html) (and follow-up http://grrgoyl.livejournal.com/127099.html) (I'm in ur inbox swamping u wit editid updatez)(Whatever did I do before LJ when I had to tell a story?)
We haven't been broken into at all since getting the security cameras installed, knock on wood. But every few months or so we hear about other vet hospitals in the area getting hit.
Okay, so maybe it isn't THAT dangerous. But the illusion that it is keeps me from having to scoop dog poop, so keep it to yourself.
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Date: 2008-05-03 07:34 pm (UTC)LOLOLOLOL
Date: 2008-05-03 07:36 pm (UTC)I swear there will be no edits to this comment.