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I was going to cook a nice dinner tonight. Then, of course, I came home and decided I would lie down for awhile. At which point, unfortunately, I fell asleep for a couple of hours, by which time it was obvious that I was in no condition to do much of anything, so instead ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dodgyhoodoo had a sandwich and I opened a tin of ravioli. Isn't it wonderful when we have jobs that sap us of all energy and force us to resort to convenience food? Still, four-day weekend!
The job continues in its suckitude. Although the one 'elderly patient who insists on spending 10 minutes complaining about her symptoms to a secretary who knows jack all about this kind of thing' I had today wasn't so bad. I mean, sure, she spent a lot of time talking at the top of her lungs (to the point where I had to hold the phone away from my ear to avoid being deafened and could still hear her loud and clear with the receiver eight inches from my head), but she did end the call by saying, "Thank you very much - you're the only person who's actually listened to me. I know you're overworked over there and it means a lot that you'd take the time to listen". I guess that tells me why I do these things, despite the aggravation factor. It's not like I don't know what it's like, after all. I've been on the patient end of things, and I've been working in the NHS for long enough to know how long and frustrating the process of getting something so simple as an appointment can be. Though it occurs to me that most of the admin staff I've met in the NHS to date are actually hardened to this sort of thing and actually don't give much of a shit. But I refuse to lose my sympathy for people who are just trying to see a healthcare professional unless the individual patient in question is really pushing things.
In other news, still writing. Slowly, fine, but it's at least half done. I think, anyway. I may do some work on it tonight - gods know I can't focus on anything else right now. I couldn't be arsed with FFXI, I got bored with Sims 2 straight off and on the whole, I'm just bored. I suppose there are worse things to work on when bored and a little bit fuzzy-minded. I think I'm finding that I'm only going to get this written if I honestly and without reservation cease to give a shit how it turns out. Which kind of makes me feel like I'm writing S4 Buffy, but never mind.
dodgyhoodoo had a sandwich and I opened a tin of ravioli. Isn't it wonderful when we have jobs that sap us of all energy and force us to resort to convenience food? Still, four-day weekend!The job continues in its suckitude. Although the one 'elderly patient who insists on spending 10 minutes complaining about her symptoms to a secretary who knows jack all about this kind of thing' I had today wasn't so bad. I mean, sure, she spent a lot of time talking at the top of her lungs (to the point where I had to hold the phone away from my ear to avoid being deafened and could still hear her loud and clear with the receiver eight inches from my head), but she did end the call by saying, "Thank you very much - you're the only person who's actually listened to me. I know you're overworked over there and it means a lot that you'd take the time to listen". I guess that tells me why I do these things, despite the aggravation factor. It's not like I don't know what it's like, after all. I've been on the patient end of things, and I've been working in the NHS for long enough to know how long and frustrating the process of getting something so simple as an appointment can be. Though it occurs to me that most of the admin staff I've met in the NHS to date are actually hardened to this sort of thing and actually don't give much of a shit. But I refuse to lose my sympathy for people who are just trying to see a healthcare professional unless the individual patient in question is really pushing things.
In other news, still writing. Slowly, fine, but it's at least half done. I think, anyway. I may do some work on it tonight - gods know I can't focus on anything else right now. I couldn't be arsed with FFXI, I got bored with Sims 2 straight off and on the whole, I'm just bored. I suppose there are worse things to work on when bored and a little bit fuzzy-minded. I think I'm finding that I'm only going to get this written if I honestly and without reservation cease to give a shit how it turns out. Which kind of makes me feel like I'm writing S4 Buffy, but never mind.