Work Sucks
Mood:  don't ask
I have worked at the hospital for almost 25 years and some days it just sucks. Most of the time I love my job but not the past few weeks. It will pass in time and things are some what better already but I am getting anxious for things to get better.
To start with I "volunteered" to work another persons job for the past 5 months which included working in the psych unit. Now I have a hard time understanding how someone can can be called delusional when that they can tell by my purple aura that I am very smart. But those friends are gone, because the hospital closed the unit. Which except for the loss of the employees, I find a relief. I am sick of working with the self-proclaimed god (notice little "g") of the mental health world. This man is the director of the five county mental health center and early in my 5 months of "volunteerism" we butted heads. And well he is just an ?#@%&^ hole. He looked for every way possible to cause me trouble. It just got stupid. He would complain about how I faxed something. Well yesterday I got an e-mail from the one secretary in Bartlesville that they always had contact me asking for paperwork on a patient. They usually called a few hours after discharge wanting the paper work right then so this has been over a week. I didn't remember the patient but had been on vacation a couple of weeks in June so thought the patient was there during that time. Could not find any information - well guess what -- they had the wrong hospital. Just one more way he took up my time and caused me more work. I thought I was done with that organization July 1st. I just hope this is the last contact from that agency.

Back to my job sucking. Ten months ago, they moved our office - there are three of us in the office to a room on 2nd floor. Five months ago, they moved us all over the place with me on 4th floor, in a locked unit. Two weeks ago, they called me and said, "can you use another comuter in the hospital for a few days?" Being all cooperative and everything I said, "Sure". It has now going on three weeks and it is not only no computer but no phone, so if you call my office phone the message is going into a big black hole and will not be answered any time in this century.

Today I had to drive to OK City, three hours away, to count ballets. That's right, I drove six hours total to count pieces of paper that could have been done by anyone who can count to 100. So much for my day. But I did stop at Cracker Barrel and they were having one of those great porch sales. I bought about 15 audio books for $3 each. I can mow the lawn now. And maybe it will motivate me to ride my bike in this heat so I can listen to another chapter.

Courtney's grade school friend had her baby last Wednesday. I went up and held him. She wouldn't give him to me though. Last weekend, Courtney was told she might have a kidney stone. It was really painful for her. Having heard that passing a kidney stone is a lot like labor, she told Chad that he would have to name it and frame it because if this is like labor, that is all he is getting. Since she was only full of poop, I guess her first born will be poophead. So much for my grandbaby dreams.

Did get to hold that little grandaughter that lives in Austin. See we finally got one of those grandbabies six years ago and her Indian Giver parents took her down to Austin when she was just a few months old and only bring her around a couple of times a year. They are talking about moving this direction some day. Empty promises.

I found perfect presents for Chad and Keith when they finally become Dads. Hope the present doesn't dry rot before then.

Mr. just came in. He has been out with the Sheriff as they track down bad guys, or at least talk about it. So I think the casino is calling. Time for my donation to the Casino Mob. If I don't go give them money periodially they might come break my bones.

Till next time.
Pray for grandbabies (and a real office)