A late-20s university grad living in the Bay Area.
Aspiring polyglot with Spanish and Japanese under my belt. My eyes are set for French, German, Italian, and Hawai'ian. I often get distracted from my language learning.
My obsessive-compulsions include stopping the microwave only when the time remaining is divisible by five and reading the fine print on commercials.
My first sip of tea was out of my baby bottle. I make one of the best cuppas you’ll ever taste.
Did I mention that along with my concussion that this was our first full business week in our uniforms? We look like Catholic schoolgirls. In fact, my friend was grocery shopping and ran into high school girls in the same uniform… How is it okay for a state/government facility to mandate such a policy?
I’m going to start calling my colleagues that get under my skin “Thursday” so that I can go around singing about how much they blow.
There was a “raffle” at my work today for sports paraphernalia. I say “raffle” because not everyone’s names were allowed to be in it rather a pre-selected group of favorites were chosen to be eligible to win. Our director came in with a cup filled with a dozen names (literally twelve slips of paper) - all from the OR.
I wouldn’t have participated anyway so I have no bother with the stab at the rest of us, but a lot of my colleagues were personally hurt and offended at this display of animosity towards staff.
Although Mt. Everest has a higher altitude, Mauna Kea is “taller” by ~2 km farther from Earth’s center than Mt. Everest. (geology.com)
Next time someone gives me shit I’m gonna be like “whatever bitch, I mounted Mauna Kea. What did you do? Fuck around with Word and Clip Art!? Your flyers look like shit. GTFO.”
I had to do a call into the OR front desk today that I couldn’t finish yesterday as my manager refuses to acknowledge that I can’t do 100% of my workload with one hand. Woman on the other line asked me to call back cause she was busy, so I let her have it. “No, I’m calling you from home - I’m not at work - and you’re going to take down this information and finish it later!”.
The staff at that desk always act like this, and you know what? I’m really tired of their bullshit.
I gave them my surgeon’s cell phone number to follow-up with cause I.don’t.care. with helping them get more information, and honestly, my surgeon should provide the additional information as I am not a medically-licensed or medically-trained professional.
I have also become too jaded with this facility and the way medicine has become about big business to pick up the MSN goal again.
My surgeon I work for asked why I wasn’t getting evaluated at our own hospital. Maybe because HIPAA would be violated as you’d demand the Hand surgeons to tell you all about my diagnosis.
I gave her the continuity of care reason. Truly though, it’s none of your business.
…. Twizzle twat.
… is not soothing the beast. I am clearly about to break someone’s face or ego if I get pushed one more time today!
I hate to break your spirits but just because you view me as below you doesn’t mean I am. Call me a “bitch” when I call you out on it - I’m not passive! I do not let anyone talk to me like that and no one will. I am sick and tired of people in both my professional and personal lives constantly blaming me when they can’t take the fall for the mistakes they made. Fuck you! I am approaching my 30s and you have the audacity to think that I made it this far in life by fucking up at every turn?! No. Oh, but when I do, sweetie, I know when to admit my wrong(s). So when I call you out on your shit - no matter who you are to me - don’t you dare try to retaliate. Me being a bitch is me being nice, you don’t want to see how I am when I’m pissed!