Usually my sardonic quip when imbibing at unconventional hours like early in the morning, this time refers to the hour of this post. But, of course, it's 5 AM, not the typical tea dance time.
Does this mean I'm posting from the Caregivers' Office on my fourth consecutive hour of "downtime" leaning back lazily in my comfy chair listening to Mookie constantly curse at her DOTA 2 homies as they battle for the billionth Crystal of Zahrdoom or whatever the fuck those geeks battle for? No. I'm still on days doing the Terror Job. But today Suzy, Traci and I are special guests at the early morning monthly Meet and Greet with the night staff.
Traci's on her last leg (figuratively regarding her job and perhaps literally regarding her health) and Suzy, living in the far-away land of Kissimmee will likely be late, again, for the 5th consecutive day of her 5 days on the job. Gulp.
And yes, Suzy has gotten the low-down on the solid titanium company rule regarding tardiness. Frankly though, I think she won't even last long enough to feel the pain of any timeliness/attendance discipline since she'll likely be out well before they get 'round to slapping that rap on her.
Like I said in the last post, she's inheriting a holy cluster fuck of a shit storm.
Suzy has pharmacy experience so the idiotic rules and regulations that often smack totally counter to logic and common sense in this job aren't as much of a problem for her as they've been for me. But she is young. And though she does come with some knowledge, she isn't that familiar with medications overall. I doubt she has managerial experience, so she'll be looking for someone else to make tough decisions and to grab the reigns of the bull she's riding when it bucks too roughly. But will that assist be there? 'Cause we know that bull will try and throw her.
I'll be in my night staff role with some support duties for her but from her perspective, and truthfully so, I'll be no more effective than the rodeo clown who tries to distract the bull when she goes down. Sad thing is, she will go down. And hard. And I don't think she has the fortitude or will to climb back on the beast more than one or two times at most.
We'll see. Of course I hope she can excel, it'd make my continued stay there easier and less finger-pointing riddled since you know when she's bucked off that bronco the powers that be will blame me. Ah, the old "trainer's fault" syndrome. Welcome to shades of Sears Home Improvement al la 2002. Just before the Koyo years.
So yes Virginia, they do shoot the rodeo clowns. But, as I've warned my would-be foes before, and, in as run-on sentence-y, mixed metaphoric as I can possibly muster...this is definitely NOT my first time at the rodeo.
Does this mean I'm posting from the Caregivers' Office on my fourth consecutive hour of "downtime" leaning back lazily in my comfy chair listening to Mookie constantly curse at her DOTA 2 homies as they battle for the billionth Crystal of Zahrdoom or whatever the fuck those geeks battle for? No. I'm still on days doing the Terror Job. But today Suzy, Traci and I are special guests at the early morning monthly Meet and Greet with the night staff.
Traci's on her last leg (figuratively regarding her job and perhaps literally regarding her health) and Suzy, living in the far-away land of Kissimmee will likely be late, again, for the 5th consecutive day of her 5 days on the job. Gulp.
And yes, Suzy has gotten the low-down on the solid titanium company rule regarding tardiness. Frankly though, I think she won't even last long enough to feel the pain of any timeliness/attendance discipline since she'll likely be out well before they get 'round to slapping that rap on her.
Like I said in the last post, she's inheriting a holy cluster fuck of a shit storm.
Suzy has pharmacy experience so the idiotic rules and regulations that often smack totally counter to logic and common sense in this job aren't as much of a problem for her as they've been for me. But she is young. And though she does come with some knowledge, she isn't that familiar with medications overall. I doubt she has managerial experience, so she'll be looking for someone else to make tough decisions and to grab the reigns of the bull she's riding when it bucks too roughly. But will that assist be there? 'Cause we know that bull will try and throw her.
I'll be in my night staff role with some support duties for her but from her perspective, and truthfully so, I'll be no more effective than the rodeo clown who tries to distract the bull when she goes down. Sad thing is, she will go down. And hard. And I don't think she has the fortitude or will to climb back on the beast more than one or two times at most.
We'll see. Of course I hope she can excel, it'd make my continued stay there easier and less finger-pointing riddled since you know when she's bucked off that bronco the powers that be will blame me. Ah, the old "trainer's fault" syndrome. Welcome to shades of Sears Home Improvement al la 2002. Just before the Koyo years.
So yes Virginia, they do shoot the rodeo clowns. But, as I've warned my would-be foes before, and, in as run-on sentence-y, mixed metaphoric as I can possibly muster...this is definitely NOT my first time at the rodeo.