Heart-rate monitors: the world's most expensive hammer throw...
I think I might do my first job in America today, although I am not sure if counts or not.
Today there is a Bob Dylan concert in the campus. As part of fundraising, my wrestling team is doing some kind of security support thingy. I am not sure how much, if at all, we are getting paid, though.
Continuously reading, studying, and (hopefully) growing.Guard Blurbs.
- No matter how many times you tell someone about a policy there is that one person who refuses to acknowledge its existence and gets pissed when it bites them in the ass.
- There is always one idiot trying to bypass the turn-stiles no matter how much trouble people get in for it.
edited 10th Apr '13 5:00:55 PM by TuefelHundenIV
Who watches the watchmen?After getting a lecture about two of the three main things I do at work, I finally sent HR a request to learn some posts on the sales floor. On a good day, I still hate working the snack bar, and I asked to cut those shifts down to a minimum.
I also commented that "evolving management has made it clear to me that I'm getting too comfortable on the front end. It's time for me to move somewhere I can learn things again", which actually means "I used to know what I could get away with, but I have a newer, tougher, more vigilant boss now." He's only responsible for the front end though, so moving to the sales floor would get away from him. He's a nice guy off the clock, but on the clock he's always looking for somebody to chew out for not exceeding his expectations.
Fresh-eyed movie blogBleagh. Bad day today.
Some cultural context: Locally, one superstition among doctors is not to eat steamed buns, or "bao"
, while on duty, as it's the same character as Chinese for "take / include" and the first character in the Hokkien phrase "bao ka liao" ("to take / cover everything"). You do that, and you're guaranteed a neverending stream of admissions and complications - or so they say.
(How closely people actually adhere to this unfounded belief is a matter of speculation.)
So apparently, my senior went and ate a fair number of them today. Lo and behold, the ICU !@#$ing exploded. (And you wonder why doctors are a superstitious and cowardly lot.)
Such is life.
edited 10th Apr '13 6:07:26 AM by Pyrite
Not a substitute for a formal medical consultation.Yeah. The theatre superstition that I've had first hand experience with is the Macbeth thing. The superstition is that you should never quote the play Macbeth or mention the title or the title character by name inside a theatre because it is bad luck. I don't know about bad luck but both productions of Macbeth that I have been involved with were clusterfucks of bad things happening. Lots of injuries and accidents. While I can look at specific physical aspects of the sets for both shows and point to reasons, it still happened.
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Sounds a lot like my day today. Dang cardiologists added three full stress tests at noon. Which means we were all there until almost 4pm. After having started at 0630.
Nice Batman Beyond reference there, though.
So, I messed up, big time, and forgot to ask for the reimbursements for some trips I made. Technically, it's now too late to do that. Gonna try anyway, of course; but I feel more than a little stupid about this.
I always disliked having to take care of bureaucratic-style stuff; but come on, having to (possibly) pay for myself two pretty expensive plane tickets and registration fees just because I couldn't be bothered filling the appropriate modules in time is a whole new kind of dumb.
Also, I'm working on yet another application while I'm waiting on the answer to the latest one (it should arrive in a couple of weeks or so). I am not really feeling in the mood to do that — I am trying to write down how ambitious and driven I am and as awesome my work so far is, but I keep having second doubts about how I should frame my research program, or even about what my research program for the next years should be. Blargh.
edited 17th Apr '13 10:15:25 AM by Carciofus
But they seem to know where they are going, the ones who walk away from Omelas.Well it is...Saturday.
Before I had even finished out my first hour and my morning cofee one of the vending fridges decided to spew water on the floor.
So I got the joys of heading to the most Northern room on the east half of the building and carrying the wet dry vac all the way to the most southern room in the building.
Then i had to comb janitor closests on two floors just to find one of our too few wet floor signs.
Not even 830am. -knocks on wood behind desk-
Problem fixed by 3pm. Lack of Preventitive Maintenance from the regular personnel and a over flowing drip pan was the issue.
Jinxed it. Leaking again by about 430.
edited 20th Apr '13 2:19:10 PM by TuefelHundenIV
Who watches the watchmen?Accepted with thanks, bc - and knowing is a double-edged sword. (The rational side of me understands what they're going through, and empathises to some extent. The reactionary side of me wants to break the Hippocratic Oath with great prejudice, but let's not go there, shall we?
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Crappy weekend, worse week. Managed to incur the wrath of my registrar - repeatedly - through an escalating series of stupid mistakes. I'm reaching the point where I no longer dare to show initiative at work for fear of screwing up, which in itself makes me come across as an idiot. Too sick, tired and nervous to even think. And I'm on call again, so the only good thing is that I have a day off on Thursday, so I don't get to see her and can hope to break the cycle.
Self-loathing, ho!
Not a substitute for a formal medical consultation.
