Today was brutal on the work front, Dear Friend. Staffing shortages mean everyone got shuffled around between hospitals and I was left to fend for myself. I ended up working a frantic 10 hour shift and didn't even manage to get half of my work done. Ugh. But the day was for the most part pleasant, if hectic.
That is, until the very end.
I made a fatal error.
One.
Fatal.
Error.
I left the department cell phone on my desk while out trying to find some equipment for another department. During this one tiny little 10 minute window of time I got a call from Grumpy McGrump Pants in another department who needed something. When I came back and found the message, even though technically the department had been closed for an hour and I was not obligated to be there, I stupidly called back to apologize without checking to see if the problem had already been resolved. It had, and I got a very rude lecture about responsibility and the need to remember to carry the phone with me at all times.
Let me just tell you, I cannot let it go.
I keep trying to move past it, to not let it bother me, but you know what? It does.
I worked a 10 hour shift by myself, missed a critical lecture out of the kindness of my own heart, with a possibly necrotic ear infection, less than 40% of my hearing, propped up only by pain killers and caffeine, returned an after hours phone call to APOLOGIZE and make sure the issue had been solved and I get a lecture? *scoffs* Rude. That's what that was. Just plain rude.
This guy makes me crazy. Not just because he always insists on calling me Sugar or Mary Poppins (yeah...I don't get it either), but because he's really rude when things don't go his way. But you know what? That's life.
At any rate, I'm now slightly bitter that I missed my lecture to make sure the department was covered. I didn't have to do it, no one asked me to, I was just trying to avoid getting a lecture from some rude, impatient person. Lesson learned. Next time I will do as I please, knowing full well that I will get a lecture either way.
And now, I'm going to bed.
Lots of love dear friend. I miss your face. LOTS. Call me this weekend if you have time. I'll keep my phone on just for you. Pinky promise. *lovelovelove*
And with that, here's some Ladytron.
I would love to have called you this weekend. That particular weekend I was working at that new little place by the train tracks in Sumner. It's so cute.
ReplyDeleteMy dear, I'm so sorry you're so sick! Ear infections are such a trip too...nothing reminds you how delicate all your shit is quite like an ear infection.
ReplyDeleteI m sorry that you're just so much fun to fuck with the this asshole couldn't resist an opportunity. I don't know if I could deal with that high emotional tension and all that strong ego. Well, not and do well in any sort of career or anything.
This is driving me nuts, this phone thing! Arg!!!!!!! I love you both--miss me. I'm hearing Shiny Toy Guns and thinking of you...standing and hearing this song with you. (It's not intentional...it's Pandora. I don't own the song...Sierra does, though. She's such a huge dyke. Just...without the...she's a...felt....sockpuppet...Thing.
ReplyDeleteThen nothing more."
I miss you terribly! Shiny Toy Guns reminds me of you too! I get all weepy now when I hear it! Come home! We miss you so so soooooo much!!!
ReplyDeleteAlso, tell Sierra to get a hold of herself and come out of that damn flannel closet already! Speaking of needing to come out of the closet, I have things to tell you. We must speak. Soon.
NOT yelling back at A-holes is the majority of my job. It DOES make me crazy. Luckily I like my work. Just not people so much. But I've never been a people person so I guess that's nothing new. I think most people are slightly afraid of me so it keeps the issues to a minimum. I'm really good at saying no to pretty much everything I have the ability to and that helps. Sometimes though, for whatever stupid reason, I decide to be nice an it bites me in the butt. Lesson learned.