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Rules of Dusting: Number one
Oct. 22nd, 2005 09:34 amNever look up when dusting the ceiling fan...or at the very least, make sure you're out of trajectory range.
...Oops.
^^;
...Oops.
^^;
Heavy box+ rushing to finish absurd amounts of over-flow from yesterday+ not moving hand fast enough=
Big flipping bruise on left palm.
In other news...when did Texas drivers start learning how to drive like they're on a New York highway during rush hour? And why does the little dumbs**t have to insist on riding my bumper for eleven miles?
I was really, honestly, sorely tempted to slam on my brakes and let the guy, who stayed a nice even foot behind me the whole time, crash into my rear end.
Unfortunately, knowing that even if he were wrong and had to pay for it, that there would still be consequences (no car, possible bodily damage, and, knowing my luck the idiot wouldn't be wearing a seat belt either, which means he/she would end up doing a header through the windshield and get killed/maimed/strewn across the pavement), I opted out on that decision.
It was bloody flipping tempting though.
Big flipping bruise on left palm.
In other news...when did Texas drivers start learning how to drive like they're on a New York highway during rush hour? And why does the little dumbs**t have to insist on riding my bumper for eleven miles?
I was really, honestly, sorely tempted to slam on my brakes and let the guy, who stayed a nice even foot behind me the whole time, crash into my rear end.
Unfortunately, knowing that even if he were wrong and had to pay for it, that there would still be consequences (no car, possible bodily damage, and, knowing my luck the idiot wouldn't be wearing a seat belt either, which means he/she would end up doing a header through the windshield and get killed/maimed/strewn across the pavement), I opted out on that decision.
It was bloody flipping tempting though.
Dear Nurses--
Feb. 23rd, 2005 08:03 amYes, yes, I know. Being a receiving clerk and part of central supply makes me, techinally, still part of the 'service' force. I know that. I'm supposed to be cheerful, helpful, and able to read your mind with a brainless smile plastered on my face while I do it.
However.
It is Wednesday. I have eight pallets of supplies that need to be dsitributed by 10 am (hopefully) so that I can then deal with UPS, FedEX, DHL, The two pallets of Very Expensive and Must be Refridgerated lab supplies, and so on and so forth.
You'll excuse me if I have less than sterling patience, less than sterling attention and less than sterling sympathy when you show up wanting, '..a small white connector thing...'.
And that's your description. That's it...nothing else. No actual termnology I might recognize..no IMMS number so that I can look it up in the computer...not even a catalogue number off the package.
And now you're staring at me like I can and should pop the mystery supply out of my ass.
Sorry, but my talents lie elsewhere.
I am however certian that you're asking for a special order item. So why are you arguing with me? It isn't here. And if you're that desperate for connectors to make longer tubing then take my suggestion to take a few of the longer oxygen tubes we have in stock instead of having a little hissy fit qand then marching off with the 'threat' of coming back with better information (IE: 'I'm gonna complain to your boss')...
Grrrrrr.
However.
It is Wednesday. I have eight pallets of supplies that need to be dsitributed by 10 am (hopefully) so that I can then deal with UPS, FedEX, DHL, The two pallets of Very Expensive and Must be Refridgerated lab supplies, and so on and so forth.
You'll excuse me if I have less than sterling patience, less than sterling attention and less than sterling sympathy when you show up wanting, '..a small white connector thing...'.
And that's your description. That's it...nothing else. No actual termnology I might recognize..no IMMS number so that I can look it up in the computer...not even a catalogue number off the package.
And now you're staring at me like I can and should pop the mystery supply out of my ass.
Sorry, but my talents lie elsewhere.
I am however certian that you're asking for a special order item. So why are you arguing with me? It isn't here. And if you're that desperate for connectors to make longer tubing then take my suggestion to take a few of the longer oxygen tubes we have in stock instead of having a little hissy fit qand then marching off with the 'threat' of coming back with better information (IE: 'I'm gonna complain to your boss')...
Grrrrrr.
Pissed off.
Twice.
Stayed up late to try and finally see what Full Metal Alchemist was about, especially since I haven't had any sort of new anime fix in about two years (mate is not particularly fond of it and I took advantage of her going to bed early to watch)...and it's not playing tonight.
RRrrrrrr....
Stayed up anyway to watch Gundam Seed, even though the original series gave me hives when I was younger. For once, I was slightly impressed by it...and then the frigging satellite box decided to have connectivity problems right at the Big Moment.
I. Want. A. Sledgehammer.
Right now. If not sooner.
Might not fix the (admittedly trashed anyway) box...but I'll feel better...
*snarls and crawls into bed*
Twice.
Stayed up late to try and finally see what Full Metal Alchemist was about, especially since I haven't had any sort of new anime fix in about two years (mate is not particularly fond of it and I took advantage of her going to bed early to watch)...and it's not playing tonight.
RRrrrrrr....
Stayed up anyway to watch Gundam Seed, even though the original series gave me hives when I was younger. For once, I was slightly impressed by it...and then the frigging satellite box decided to have connectivity problems right at the Big Moment.
I. Want. A. Sledgehammer.
Right now. If not sooner.
Might not fix the (admittedly trashed anyway) box...but I'll feel better...
*snarls and crawls into bed*
And You Will Be My Squishy!!!!!
Oct. 18th, 2004 02:08 pmAll right...it must be a slow day...I'm sitting at my desk, contemplating the squishiness of my keyboards gel-form wristrest...
And actually getting the insane urge to stick it with a sharp object and see what oozes out...
I'm other way too bored, or have had way too much of something in my food...
But it is a nice wrist pad...
So...
...Squishy...!
And actually getting the insane urge to stick it with a sharp object and see what oozes out...
I'm other way too bored, or have had way too much of something in my food...
But it is a nice wrist pad...
So...
...Squishy...!
EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!
Sep. 15th, 2004 04:57 pmI hate Texas....
It's the only state I've lived in where ants manage to get into everything, including closed, sealed boxes of cereal...
I was enjoying a nice bowl of 'Basic 4'.
Was being the operative term.
Then I saw the Ant Swim Team in my milk....
If I'd wanted protien, I would have eaten some of the roast...
It's the only state I've lived in where ants manage to get into everything, including closed, sealed boxes of cereal...
I was enjoying a nice bowl of 'Basic 4'.
Was being the operative term.
Then I saw the Ant Swim Team in my milk....
If I'd wanted protien, I would have eaten some of the roast...
Be Afraid. Be Very Afraid!!!!
Jul. 30th, 2004 06:35 amThat's right, folks. Be afraid.
You see, they let me have the day off.
They actually approved it off, complete with pay.
This is a miracle...not because my bosses are cruel, but rather because:
1) The rest of the crew is constantly taking days off, which leaves the vacation schedule a little hard to manage.
2) The only time I'm usually off is when there's no possibility of a truck, UPS/FedEX type van or other delivery vehicle showing up. That means I get weekends and federal holidays off. Unless I'm so sick I have to crawl to the toilet, I'm at work (and I only get sick about twice a year or so).
3) Both they and I dread when I'm not there. They dread it because no one really wants the controlled chaos and enforced exercise regimen that is my job anyway (not to mention the 5 or so unidentifiable packages that show up everyday because someone somewhere forgot to put the right info on the box and/or the packing slip), so most of them have only a rudimentary idea of what I do 'back there' anyway.
I of course dread it because I know things will be misplaced (necessitating a 'box hunt' throughout the hospital and its 6 off-site clinics that could rival any law enforcement group's search for a dead body), mis-keyed in the computer, forgotten, and so forth. And they never log the outgoing, which means in about a month I'll have a call from someone that goes along the lines of "I mailed 'x' out forty days ago and it never got to where it was going. Do you know what happened to it?".
Er...(flips through blameless and clean log pages for that day)...nope....I was gone--sleeping, enjoying my coffee, and goofing off....ask the other folks in here...they were here that day *eg*.
The good news is that they'll get a very graphic reminder of why they keep me around. Especially since Friday is A Busy Day, and one of the loads coming today is the IV fluids that didn't show yesterday for Pharmacy. Each box is roughly 48 pounds...and the order shows there are about...*thinks* 30 boxes on it this time around. And they have to take it to Pharmacy, offload from the pallet and into a certain corner. *eg*
Ah...job security....gotta love it....^^
You see, they let me have the day off.
They actually approved it off, complete with pay.
This is a miracle...not because my bosses are cruel, but rather because:
1) The rest of the crew is constantly taking days off, which leaves the vacation schedule a little hard to manage.
2) The only time I'm usually off is when there's no possibility of a truck, UPS/FedEX type van or other delivery vehicle showing up. That means I get weekends and federal holidays off. Unless I'm so sick I have to crawl to the toilet, I'm at work (and I only get sick about twice a year or so).
3) Both they and I dread when I'm not there. They dread it because no one really wants the controlled chaos and enforced exercise regimen that is my job anyway (not to mention the 5 or so unidentifiable packages that show up everyday because someone somewhere forgot to put the right info on the box and/or the packing slip), so most of them have only a rudimentary idea of what I do 'back there' anyway.
I of course dread it because I know things will be misplaced (necessitating a 'box hunt' throughout the hospital and its 6 off-site clinics that could rival any law enforcement group's search for a dead body), mis-keyed in the computer, forgotten, and so forth. And they never log the outgoing, which means in about a month I'll have a call from someone that goes along the lines of "I mailed 'x' out forty days ago and it never got to where it was going. Do you know what happened to it?".
Er...(flips through blameless and clean log pages for that day)...nope....I was gone--sleeping, enjoying my coffee, and goofing off....ask the other folks in here...they were here that day *eg*.
The good news is that they'll get a very graphic reminder of why they keep me around. Especially since Friday is A Busy Day, and one of the loads coming today is the IV fluids that didn't show yesterday for Pharmacy. Each box is roughly 48 pounds...and the order shows there are about...*thinks* 30 boxes on it this time around. And they have to take it to Pharmacy, offload from the pallet and into a certain corner. *eg*
Ah...job security....gotta love it....^^
Another Strange Day...
Jul. 27th, 2004 06:59 amYou know it's going to be odd when one of the defining moments happens to be getting accosted by a balloon when you open the door to a dirty equipment room.
Good thing I'm not prone to shrieking, yelping, or anything else...lol
It was funny, though.
Day is good so far--got my final B-day presents--'The Essential Journey' and 'The Essential Billy Joel' from my dad. Awesome. Maybe geeky, old fashioned, etc...but still awesome...
Good thing I'm not prone to shrieking, yelping, or anything else...lol
It was funny, though.
Day is good so far--got my final B-day presents--'The Essential Journey' and 'The Essential Billy Joel' from my dad. Awesome. Maybe geeky, old fashioned, etc...but still awesome...
And Just to add Salt to the Wound....
Jul. 23rd, 2004 06:34 amMy primary delivery is not here yet. The one that should have been here waiting for me when I got in.
But my dock is distressingly empty of supplies--I'm not tripping over four-plus pallets of towering death (and if you saw how the warehouse stacks these things, you'd understand what I mean).
So...no work either...
*growls*
Okay...who do I have to kill?
But my dock is distressingly empty of supplies--I'm not tripping over four-plus pallets of towering death (and if you saw how the warehouse stacks these things, you'd understand what I mean).
So...no work either...
*growls*
Okay...who do I have to kill?
Verizon is having server problems...that means I went home last night and could not get on the 'net.
also means I could not send thank you cards to everyone who sent me a brithday email, which really torqued me because that's how I found out Verizon was well and truly FUBAR'd.
How do I know its Verizon? Because at work I can get into everything *BUT* the Verizon site.
I don't think they understand...Anne *needs* her internet connection....Anne goes mad without it....
Anne wants to *smash*
...........
Hmmmmmmmm...or maybe I should just go get a cup of coffee instead....
Heartful thanks and happy beeming to everyone who sent me birthday wishes....if/when the server gets itself corrected, I'll write you individually...^^;
also means I could not send thank you cards to everyone who sent me a brithday email, which really torqued me because that's how I found out Verizon was well and truly FUBAR'd.
How do I know its Verizon? Because at work I can get into everything *BUT* the Verizon site.
I don't think they understand...Anne *needs* her internet connection....Anne goes mad without it....
Anne wants to *smash*
...........
Hmmmmmmmm...or maybe I should just go get a cup of coffee instead....
Heartful thanks and happy beeming to everyone who sent me birthday wishes....if/when the server gets itself corrected, I'll write you individually...^^;
Busy but taking a break anyway
Jun. 30th, 2004 07:34 amBleh...been up since four, been at work since four-thirty. Good thing I have coffee...
The weather the past few days has been stunning, if a little wet. After roughly six years of drought, our part of the Lone Star State seems to finally have remembered that it's supposed to be swamp land and not
desert.
( more drivel )
The weather the past few days has been stunning, if a little wet. After roughly six years of drought, our part of the Lone Star State seems to finally have remembered that it's supposed to be swamp land and not
desert.
( more drivel )
