Job situation

February 28, 2008 at 8:08 pm (Melodie, Work)

I was passed over for the job that is three blocks away from my house. She said something like “we are going to continue looking for someone who fits in with the office.” I was surprised at that because I had previously worked in that office for 1.5 years. Hmm.. Curious. Regardless, I am moving on to bigger and better things! I have been doing a bit of research on all the things I am entitled to once I switch jobs! When can I start! Yee-haw!

I called the recruiter because I wanted to know who I could call to arrange for my stuff to get moved over. She seriously said to me “what stuff? are you talking about personal stuff because you’ll have to move that stuff yourself.” Obviously she hasn’t been working for us for very long. I was going to tell her that our Materiels department will ship things for us… but I figured it would be better if she found out herself. She said that I was the first person to ever ask her about this. Really. The first. hmmm..

Moves happen all the time at my place of employment. Regardless of the stuff that I have in my desk… it’s mine and I’m taking it with me. She asked me “why would you want to bring files over?” Um… maybe because they are mine? They help me do my job better – they have my performance evaluations and restaurant menus. Gawd! I guess she’s only been with the company for 3 months – hence her complete surprise at a simple question. Let’s start an office pool on her length of employment. Anyone? It’s 10 bucks a square.


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February 26, 2008 at 1:21 pm (Work)

So this lady had a seizure at work yesterday. It was probably one of the scariest things I have ever witnessed in my entire life. Of course I was curious about what one should do when someone is having a seizure. Thanks to I was able to print out this awesome sheet to hang up in my work area.

Unfortunately for the woman I helped yesterday, I did almost everything wrong. Let’s go over it, shall we? It’s very important information.

1. Stay Calm. I completely failed. I was calm with the victim – but I was a maniac with the surrounding on-lookers. I yelled at people to call others. Not yelled, screamed hysterically would be more accurate.

2. Prevent injury by moving any nearby objects. Failed. The only thing I moved was the victim.

3. Pay attention to the length of the seizure. Pay attention? Are they kidding? Have they ever seen a person having a seizure? GAWD

4. Make the person as comfortable as possible. Failed. I took the advice of another person that was completely against my gut instinct. It’s okay, my gut got me back – I was sick the rest of the day.

5. Keep onlookers away. Fail. Are they serious? It was a circus in this office.

6. Do not hold the person down. Huzzah! Pass!

7. Do not put anything in the person’s mouth. Pass again!

8. do not give the person water, pills or food until the person is fully alert. Pass! Yesssss

9. If the seizure continues for longer than five minutes, call 911. We called 911, but I would have failed because time moves differently when you are in crisis mode. It seemed like the whole event took FOREVER.

10. Be sensitive and supportive and ask others to do the same. Pass! I did the best I could.

These are important facts to note. Had I had this list in front of me, I would have felt so much better. I could not have changed what was happening, but I could have been better prepared for the situation. I also wouldn’t have had the adrenaline sweaty funky arm smell for the rest of the day either.

I was the person that found her. I received a phone call from a co-worker in another facility saying they were on a conference call, but this person wasn’t responding. I ran over to check out the situation and found her lying over her chair backwards with her head on the floor. She ended up biting right through her lip but we have heard that she is going home today and is feeling much better.

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I’m trying…

January 9, 2008 at 2:04 pm (Work)

I try not to complain about work on my blog. It’s not for fear that I’ll be fired or that I’m afraid of someone from work reading – I just don’t think it’s right. I prefer to complain to my teammate at work, we can comiserate and then eat chocolate.

Work is work. I don’t live to work and if I had my choice, I would not work. I would live in the mountains making sure the wood pile is adequate for the winter. I would have loved to stay home and take care of my boys but I just don’t have the patience.  So how can I justify being a lady who lunches when I need an income to help support the family?

I happen to work for a great company. It’s a large healthcare company so my medical expenses every month are super cheap. We have a great benefits package, I have plenty of time off, and my job is fairly easy. However, I am bored stiff. I have stuff to do, it keeps me busy all day – but I am not being challenged. Now it’s at the point that I dread coming in here.  I have a great work partner, she and I laugh the day away. The office is quiet (except for my iPod) and I have a lot of time to sit and contemplate life.

I’m looking for a challenge over here people! Good god! I am a thinking, an idea person – you can’t lock me in a cubicle and give me 6 months worth of filing to do and expect me to be happy! There is only so much babble a girl can play! Of course, I have my daily blogs that I read – but even those have become boring. I equate it to wanting something to eat, but you don’t know what that is… then you get so hungry that you eat just anything… but it wasn’t what you wanted. That’s how I feel right now.

I am not going to leave the company, I’ve applied for other positions in other areas, and I guess I’ll continue whining until something changes! Or I die of old age in a meaningless job with no direction.

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Christmas Luncheon from Hell

November 16, 2007 at 12:40 pm (Work)

I just got back to work after a few days off. I tell ya… I can barely stand to be back here! I want to be at home, organizing and planning supper. I was hit with a few bombs once I got back. Thank goodness for email.

The first bomb was that my former boss, a micromanaging egomaniac got a huge promotion. One that she completely did not deserve. It was so shocking that my teammate actually called me at home to gab and guffaw about this major decision.  If there was ever a person who DID NOT deserve a promotion – it was this one. (Names left out to protect the underachieving)

The second bomb was that my teammate and I were left out of an invitation to a holiday luncheon. It’s a luncheon that we have always attended. The whole team from the other facilities all get together and share a lunch during the holidays. What makes it worse is that no one even had the nerve to tell us straight up. We found out in a back handed manner. My TM (teammate) happened to speak to someone who did get an invitation and they said “see you at the luncheon!” To which she replied “which luncheon?” We then found out that we weren’t invited. Of course, we probed further and the explanation was “well, we started cutting people out and then all of a sudden your names were off the list!”  I don’t give a crap about the luncheon. I care that none of these people, my so-called friends, did not even stand up and say “ooh this isn’t right, it’s a holiday luncheon we should come together as a group.”

Not only that, but no one told us outright. They just let it fall to the ground and leave us wondering. I am so furious about this.  I am trying not to let it put me in a bad mood – I keep thinking “Only 4 more hours until margaritas.” and pizza.  Because I am so NOT cooking tonight.

I don’t even want to go to their stupid party. Stupid people. bah.

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Odds and Ends

June 7, 2007 at 11:27 am (Bored, Work)

Well, my colleague at work has gone back to curling and hairspraying her hair.  The change was short lived.  As long as she’s happy, I’m happy.

Brody has started combing his hair every morning.  He says it’s because Miss Nida told him that in order to look handsome, he must comb his hair everyday.  I think it’s because Isabella (his preschool crush) likes his hair combed.  For a 4 year old, he certainly is very mature.  He told his dad the other day that he needs to get sketchers.  I never thought to ask Brody if he knew what sketchers were. 

Evan, on the other hand, has reverted back to wanting a baba.  We were cleaning out the garage and he managed to find one (i’m amazed!).  He demands it every night before bed.  Then, once in bed, I must find his baby blanket as well.  The other night he asked Michael to carry him to bed like a baby.  I’m not exactly sure what is going on, but I know that I cannot make a big deal out of it – that’s the first rule of motherhood.  I might do a bit of research today, to try and figure out what is going on.  He said in clear words “dada, I want my baba with milk in it for night night.”  groan

My sciatica is getting better.  I think that we are finally figuring out what is causing all the pain and have started treatment.  Thankfully, I have signed up with physical therapy and that has helped me tons!  I have an acupuncture appointment this saturday, in hopes that it will take away some of the inflammation surrounding my sciatic nerve.  My last day for meds is tomorrow (thank goodness!) and I intend to celebrate!  With eating!  For some reason, the meds I’m on have suppressed my appetite.  I hear that is unusual for this type of medication – but I would rather have my appetite suppressed than increased!  I also have some exercises that I can do by myself – which is very helpful. 

I have started creating lists of activities that I might be able to participate in, since so many activities have been taken away from me.  So far, the only ones approved are horseshoes, curling and competitive knitting.  Since I live in California and it is summer – I doubt I’ll be able to find a curling game.  Wish me luck!

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Speaking of work

May 25, 2007 at 10:03 am (Michael, Work)

I have to deal with a lot of crap at my job.  We take complaints all the time from people who aren’t happy with the way they were treated.  I have found lost items, I have rearranged conference rooms for demanding “professionals,”  I have had prescriptions renewed without a visit to the doc, I have participated in fire drills, I have manned the hallways when a code was called.  I have not been formally thanked for my participation in these activities, it is expected of me and is part of “other duties as assigned.” 

I do these things (not always with a smile) because it’s what I get paid to do.  I don’t love it here.  I’d rather be at home reading a good book or knitting or even making dinner for my family.  I have come to the conclusion that I work to live.  As a girl who came from parents whose work defined them – this is a major step.  I do not live to work.  I tried that and I failed miserably.  Not only did I fail – but my family failed (my boys need a lot of attention… all 3 of them).  I’ve had to learn to keep work crap at work and home crap at home.  Finally realizing that my job isn’t my life has completely changed my outlook. 

I don’t like coming to work, but I happen to work with a great group of people.  Like a second family. 

I am jealous of Michael because he truly loves his job.  He loves his customers and what he gets paid to do.  He loves going in to the office and working overtime.  I envy that.  One day I will have a job that I love.  A job that I feel a passion for. 

Now, if only I could figure out which job it is.

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May 8, 2007 at 3:46 pm (Work)

I work in the healthcare field.  I do not provide direct patient care, but I have taken care of some patients.  The best thing about my job is dealing with our Physician in Charge.  He is the most likeable guy with a great sense of humour.  He is a guy that operates on eyes, is fiercely dedicated to his family and job (in that order) and someone who will drop what he’s doing to listen to your funny story or consult with you on allergy eye drops.  Apparently Cromolyn is the best.  🙂

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