Cacophonious Chairs

[thessalian]

Our office is being renovated (we're getting a window, lucky us) so we're all having to move out while the work's being done. Fine, except they've got very few places to put us -- it's like musical chairs from hell. They've made do, salting some people in CT and some people in other places, but I got stuck with general reporting. The lighting's drastically bad -- it has to be, so the doctors can stick X-ray films onto the wall lights and read them properly, but that doesn't help the almighty migraine-prone secretary much. The computer I've been given has very little space to rest the wrists, though I've managed to eke out a small space so I don't completely kill my wrists. And the chair's an ergonomic nightmare. Besides that, the doctors have taken to bypassing the baskets altogether and just handing me the work -- I send away the CTs but figure since I'll likely be doing this work anyway...

I didn't actually think it could get any worse. Today it got worse. Today I got the phones.

It's ridiculous to transfer queries here. The doctors need the phone all the bloody time. To keep it close enough to me to actually answer it, I have to put up with doctors yammering into the phone while I'm trying to type. It's either that or having the doctors try to hand me the phone from across the room. I'm sure this could suck worse, I'm just not sure how. But I'm sure some loveless God will find a way.

Went through a bad ten minutes thinking I'd lost my mobile. Turned out that it'd fallen through the bloody great hole in the inside pocket of my jacket and was lodged in the lining. Having a small phone can be nice, but as you can see, it has its problems. I'm grateful to cholten99 for messaging me when he did or I'd still be thinking I lost the damn thing.

Of course, I've a lot to thank him for. He put up with yesterday's bout of temper, frustration and general moodiness, and was very nice to me through it, all things considered. I can't be very easy to live with, when all is said and done.

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[nadriel.livejournal.com]

I hate small phones (actually, I'm not overly enamoured of mobiles in general, but there we go). As a result, I still have my brick form a few years back. If that fell through a hole in a pocket, it'd be because the pocket itself could no longer be called such.

Anyway, sorry to hear you're having such a trying time. More support for my irrational theory again...

[thm.livejournal.com]

Here's hoping that tomorrow is a better day.

- THM