Good Lord, what a day! Here was what happened:
- Got up at 5:00 a.m. and got ready.
-Left the house at 5:30 for work.
-Get to work at 6:30.
-Proceed to settle in and start with my shredding project (I work occ, plant is closing, old files have to be ditched, guess who got elected)
-Deal with whiny, overgrown toddlers masquerading as adults who are just LOOKING for an injury so thay can get w/c and more money when the plant closes.
-My trainee comes in at 10:30.
-Big boss sets in to us for talking. (this woman must have super-sensitive ears, no matter how low we talk, we're always too loud)
-Big boss proceeds to whine to doc about trainee and I talking.
-I tell big boss that she is in the wrong profession if she does not care to hear people talk, and that if she has something to say about me, that I am right there. She backs off. (She's been on this same warpath since September)
-Big boss fusses because neither trainee nor I know how to do case management. Big boss harangued last case manager until she had enough and left. Big boss refused to show me how to do case management when I hired in, told me to "pick a patient and play with the system". Big boss and I had a come-to Jesus about that, and I reminded her of what I said would happen if she pushed the case management issue with me again. Big boss goes in her office and shuts the door.
-Trainee and I shred 7 5-foot-tall bags full of charts.
-2:30 arrives and I get off work.
-I go to my father's house to help him carry my mother's 10 pound tomcat to the vet, because his fur is falling out. I now have cat hair in my eyes, in my nose, in my mouth. I am sneezing, spluttering, and itchy, and I am COVERED in black fur. Not to mention the scratches, as Kitty is none too pleased at the outing.
-Vet gives Daddy some drops for Kitty's ears. We go home.
_Daddy asks me to hold Kitty while he puts the drops in his ears. Kitty has had all he is going to stand, and he flicks his ears. Of course, my mouth is open, as I am still sneezing.
_ I drink a bottle of water to take the taste of the drops away, and phone the vet tech to make sure that the drops are not toxic to humans, as my mouth has gone numb. They are not.
-We go to town to Big Lots to buy a credenza for my mother. The cashier rings up the 2 items we purchased. She hits a wrong key. An hour later, after unplugging the register, refunding the merchandise, reringing the merchandise, a storewide hunt for an item to make the total come out right to compensate for the wrong key that was hit, and a 20 minute phone convo with the credit card company, we leave Big Lots.
-We go to Wally-World to get meds for my grandfather. Pharmacist tries to tell my mum that Lopressor does not come in 25 mg tabs. I assured her that it did and asked her if it might be listed generically. Apparently typing in metoprolol would have required admitting she was wrong and having to actually work, as would helping us find the bottles of ferrous GLUCONATE, (after, of course, I explained to her that it was NOT the same as ferrous sulfate, and, no, he couldn't just "make do").
-We go across the street to Walgreens, who are more than helpful and have everything we need, including (GASP!) Lopressor 25mg tabs.
-My phone rings. It is GF's SO, saying that "Wally-World called and that they don't have any of his meds". SO is a busy-body who desperately needs a hobby, and she has my GF all upset over nothing. I basically tell her to mind her business, we have it handled. I guess I don't use the appropriate level of concern, because by the time we got back home, half the county knew that Wally World laid down on the job, thanks to Phone-call Phoebe.
I am just now walking in the door, and I think I may go to bed now.
Anyone else ever have days like this?!?!?!
" the workers didn;t speak english, only spanish. And I have no idea how to say,"WHY are you digging up a perfectly good sidewalk" in spanish. They weren't doing it b/c pipes needed to be replaced, they were just doing it BECAUSE.:flmngmd: I wanted to scream at this point and act like a total crazy person or as my fiance and the rest of the NYPD calls an EDP, emotionally disturbed person. But I kept my cool, but I unloaded on the voice mail of the president of my home owners associaton, asking why were we not notified about the construction, why do we pay dues if they are not going to at least give us warning about construction, I even think went to the extent of saying 'are your fingers broken and unable to type a letter to post on our doors'..yea after that phone call it was all a blur, b/c I proceeded to have a few beers, check on my fiance, and sleep for 13 hours.
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AngelfireRN, MSN, RN, APRN
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Oh, my husband couldn't believe the day I had, either. I can sympathize, I'm still dealing with believing it, and I was THERE!
BTW, the vet's office did check up on me today to make sure I was all right. LOL, I bet they got a charge out of that one!