Much better day than yesterday, when I was slammed from 7:30 til 4, at which time I went to a meeting which was supposed to get out at 5 but which didn’t get out til 6 at which time I went to teach my class …
::pant pant::
… into which a student was enrolled ONE MONTH LATE, from which I had only just calmed down when another student had a nasty epileptic seizure.
And all on no breakfast, no lunch, no dinner.
The co-worker tried to complain today because I went out to lunch today.
So I told her about yesterday.
And I told her I was averaging getting lunch one day a week, but I’m quite serious when I say that’s not how it’s going to be anymore.
I will never have another day like yesterday unless the whole country gets nuked or we get hit by massive floods or something.
She is SUCH a whiner!!! But I’ve been butting back — eg, the other day, she came up to me to complain about how she’d been having to do actual *work* instead ::gasp:: genealogy or talking to her husband on the phone or a leisurely walk …
… and I looked her square in the eye and said “Welcome to my world.”
Funny, isn’t it, how some folks will whine and carry on about stuff?
All too often, in the clinic (it is an URGENT care clinic, not your Mama’s lap, people..)folks will happily plunk down their co-pays to come see a physician for:
1. A runny nose. No fever. No sore throat. No other symptoms. They worry that it “might go into their chest”.
2. A knife cut – from a clean knife, from their own kitchen, that happened three days ago but they just remembered that they have not had their tetanus shots updated in the last three years.
3. They show up at 9:45 PM (we close at 10 PM) with complaints that they are not happy and are not sleeping well. And also that they are gaining weight (“But doctor, I eat like a bird!”) and they get pissed when I suggest getting regular exercise and to cut out the Cheetos..
Chaps me sometimes. It is sometimes all I could do not to stare these folks in the eye and say, “Look, I got a dose of highly toxic chemotherapy three days ago, I feel like dogmeat, and I don’t have a lot of sympathy for you…”
Welcome to my world, indeed!
Immense kudos to you, dear biscuit for not slugging that little twit.
::blushes:: I once showed up at the health department demanding a tetanus shot … a month after a lawn mower shot a rusty wire into my thigh.
But it wasn’t the emergency room at least!
Oh but yea! I mean, I like to complain as much as the next person (believe me), but good gawd almighty, I’m bustng my ass, and she gets whiney because she isn’t getting her requisite 2 hours off a day.
Ooooh, speaking of which, one of the hurricanes is now here – the remnants, that is.
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Much better day than yesterday, when I was slammed from 7:30 til 4, at which time I went to a meeting which was supposed to get out at 5 but which didn’t get out til 6 at which time I went to teach my class …
::pant pant::
… into which a student was enrolled ONE MONTH LATE, from which I had only just calmed down when another student had a nasty epileptic seizure.
And all on no breakfast, no lunch, no dinner.
The co-worker tried to complain today because I went out to lunch today.
So I told her about yesterday.
And I told her I was averaging getting lunch one day a week, but I’m quite serious when I say that’s not how it’s going to be anymore.
I will never have another day like yesterday unless the whole country gets nuked or we get hit by massive floods or something.
Uh uh. No more.
Stick to your guns biscuit. Your health is at stake here.
I’m sticking!
She is SUCH a whiner!!! But I’ve been butting back — eg, the other day, she came up to me to complain about how she’d been having to do actual *work* instead ::gasp:: genealogy or talking to her husband on the phone or a leisurely walk …
… and I looked her square in the eye and said “Welcome to my world.”
Funny, isn’t it, how some folks will whine and carry on about stuff?
All too often, in the clinic (it is an URGENT care clinic, not your Mama’s lap, people..)folks will happily plunk down their co-pays to come see a physician for:
1. A runny nose. No fever. No sore throat. No other symptoms. They worry that it “might go into their chest”.
2. A knife cut – from a clean knife, from their own kitchen, that happened three days ago but they just remembered that they have not had their tetanus shots updated in the last three years.
3. They show up at 9:45 PM (we close at 10 PM) with complaints that they are not happy and are not sleeping well. And also that they are gaining weight (“But doctor, I eat like a bird!”) and they get pissed when I suggest getting regular exercise and to cut out the Cheetos..
Chaps me sometimes. It is sometimes all I could do not to stare these folks in the eye and say, “Look, I got a dose of highly toxic chemotherapy three days ago, I feel like dogmeat, and I don’t have a lot of sympathy for you…”
Welcome to my world, indeed!
Immense kudos to you, dear biscuit for not slugging that little twit.
::blushes:: I once showed up at the health department demanding a tetanus shot … a month after a lawn mower shot a rusty wire into my thigh.
But it wasn’t the emergency room at least!
Oh but yea! I mean, I like to complain as much as the next person (believe me), but good gawd almighty, I’m bustng my ass, and she gets whiney because she isn’t getting her requisite 2 hours off a day.
Ooooh, speaking of which, one of the hurricanes is now here – the remnants, that is.
Looks like you are going to get yet another soaking from Ike this weekend. Don’t plan on mowing.
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