In Big Friendly Letters...

dodgyhoodoo tends to complain about Thursdays. Thursday, for him, is the new Monday, a la Arthur Dent ("I never got the hang of Thursdays"). Some days, my Thursdays are similar. Today is one of those days.

There are certain things that I more or less balk at having to do. I have, in the space of two weeks or so, cleared a backlog of four months. That's what I can do if people let me just sit down and type. The sensible thing would be to let me sit down and type and have the people who are sitting next to the notes (two floors below where I am now, incidentally) do the printing and filing and everything. It shouldn't take long.

But no. No, apparently I am supposed to either go downstairs and gather all the notes I need, bring them back up here (so the notes aren't there when the loudmouths from MedRec turn up to dig for notes), type, file and then bring them down ... or type for the day, sort things into clinics, bring the letters downstairs and spend a half-hour down there filing them into the notes. There is no room for the latter and the former is ridiculous! I suppose I'll have to do the filing when the secretaries downstairs aren't around - like, get in earlier and/or stay later. Fuuuuck.

I hate working up here. It's at least relatively quiet but sharing the printer with a dozen other people is not fun. Particularly not when it requires rebooting every few hours and no one takes their documents out of the tray when it's done printing straight away. So one's letters end up jumbled with other letters and clinical governance documents and gods know what else and it all becomes one huge mess.

I will be so glad to be out of here. However, despite my apparent 'lack of communication' (how the hell am I supposed to communicate with them if they won't communicate with me about exactly what they want?), they want me here until January. While it's nice to know where I'll be for that length of time (though something tells me that I'm going to be working right up to Christmas Eve and coming back straight after Boxing Day...), I just want to be someplace else. Where I have an actual office. *sigh*

I will go home. I will have video-game-related stabnation. Things will improve. But that won't happen for two and a half hours. Fuuuuuuuuck