This week was best defined as a mixed bag. Thursday was spent mostly on the floor because of a mandate from above that I get more practice on central lines. I don't mind practicing more (they are not spectacularly hard, they just don't appeal to me all that much, but I am open to doing more if need be), but why does that necessitate that I constantly be on the floor? If there was a line, it isnt as though I couldn't still go do it. A big whatever. The bid Thursday revelation was, and this is a credit to my immediate supervisor for telling me at least, that the higher ups don't think I do altogether much. It was a shocking revelation to me (and loudly disputed by my immediate supervisor evidently with support from my coworkers). Where the impression came from is beyond me honestly since I see them MAYBE once or twice a month tops. All I know was that my first inclination was to say a big FU to the higher ups and walk. Immediately thereafter (and thank god for inner monologue) I decided instead to say nothing at all. In talking with my coworkers, they say to just ignore it. No one has a whole lot of respect for the higher ups, and they put little to no stock in their opinion on anything. In truth, even before this, neither did I. However, it did sour my mood significantly that day.
That same day Tia accepted a new job at a significantly higher pay making for a slightly higher probability that I will be able to retire and be a kept man! (up from 0.0% to 0.1%) A man can dream! Kudos to her though. She has managed to do a whole lot of grown up things long before I even made enough money to live on my own and now it is paying off for her in a big way. I guess there are some benefits to being a responsible adult (I can only assume since I refuse to be one myself :)
To conclude the whiplash like vacillations of the day, we went out to brinner to celebrate and I ended up quite sick with food poisoning (or something that mimiced it quite convincingly) and missed Friday at work. I will not be eating apples or bacon for some time. Definitely not in combination with one another.
The weekend was spent at work, but evenly split between the park and the big hospital. Not my favorite place, but at least the big bananas are not working weekends. I spent most of the days wandering the halls and trying to make it until 5:30. I feel about as uncomfortable as a Republican at a gay bar there.
So, another week lies ahead...........meaning more days spent pushing my cart and roaming the floors. Applications are already being floated around just in case.
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