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thessalian) wrote2005-01-10 10:20 am
thessalian) wrote2005-01-10 10:20 am
Yet another manic Monday
...And when I'm misquoting the Bangles, it's really time for the caffeine or the shotgun. Either/or; I'm not picky at this point.
Monica's out sick -- and it's clinic day. We won't have a temp in for her until tomorrow -- looks like she's going to be out all week. Wonderful. Not to mention the fact that Violet, who's usually in at about 9:30, hasn't arrived yet. At some stage I'll have to ask about her whereabouts, but I'll give her a bit longer in light of possible public transport meltdown. The Central Line is reputed to be a real bitch.
This afternoon is going to be hell. Massively overbooked clinic, for starters, so I don't think I'm going to get the typing done by the end of tomorrow, given. Oh well, I have my system to make sure they all get signed by the end of the week, so that's okay. Thing is, this morning's not going much better, with two staff down and some of the phone calls (people with bad English who can't understand simple phrases like "That clinic was cancelled" or "He will be in the office on Monday afternoon", terrifyingly perky people, people who won't take the word of someone they talked to five minutes after I did about the fact that they have an appointment, indecisive people, the list goes on). I hate the phones. Plus some bright spark in clinic prepping who decided to drop a whole load of gastro clinic notes in here with no check to see if there was "oncology" attached to that gastro anywhere, or even if any consultant in this office had clinic on a Friday. (Answer to that last is a resounding 'no'.)
Finally got to bed at half past two. (Would've been earlier but I was talking NPC with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nightskywarlock; never to be missed.) I'm too tired for this bullshit. However, I cannot go home, to which I say a resounding "bugger". This is why I don't want to spend a couple of hours in town with cholten99 and Kat "killing time" before they have pub quiz. I already want to go home and sleep for the rest of the week. Imagine how I'm going to feel come 5 pm.
Monica's out sick -- and it's clinic day. We won't have a temp in for her until tomorrow -- looks like she's going to be out all week. Wonderful. Not to mention the fact that Violet, who's usually in at about 9:30, hasn't arrived yet. At some stage I'll have to ask about her whereabouts, but I'll give her a bit longer in light of possible public transport meltdown. The Central Line is reputed to be a real bitch.
This afternoon is going to be hell. Massively overbooked clinic, for starters, so I don't think I'm going to get the typing done by the end of tomorrow, given. Oh well, I have my system to make sure they all get signed by the end of the week, so that's okay. Thing is, this morning's not going much better, with two staff down and some of the phone calls (people with bad English who can't understand simple phrases like "That clinic was cancelled" or "He will be in the office on Monday afternoon", terrifyingly perky people, people who won't take the word of someone they talked to five minutes after I did about the fact that they have an appointment, indecisive people, the list goes on). I hate the phones. Plus some bright spark in clinic prepping who decided to drop a whole load of gastro clinic notes in here with no check to see if there was "oncology" attached to that gastro anywhere, or even if any consultant in this office had clinic on a Friday. (Answer to that last is a resounding 'no'.)
Finally got to bed at half past two. (Would've been earlier but I was talking NPC with
nightskywarlock; never to be missed.) I'm too tired for this bullshit. However, I cannot go home, to which I say a resounding "bugger". This is why I don't want to spend a couple of hours in town with cholten99 and Kat "killing time" before they have pub quiz. I already want to go home and sleep for the rest of the week. Imagine how I'm going to feel come 5 pm.