(unfortunately, almost every job has the catch-all "other tasks as assigned" to cover the arse of the employer should they decide to change their minds about what you'll be doing)
Yeah, and the thing is, I've been doing some of these random safety tasks, but...it's not what I consider to be my job. Throw them in if you want, but this new description is lopsided. I just got back from a medical writers conference and ran out of business cards that said I was a medical writer. I don't want to be called a drug safety specialist now.
I'm sorry about the bank craziness, Aimee.
P-C, I think you're getting good advice.
I woke up with a nasty sore throat, coughing, and vague achy feeling this morning, so I called in sick. After taking a nap, I feel better, but I think I made the right call to stay home. It's been sort of crazy-busy at work this week, so tomorrow and Friday will be a scramble, but I needed the mental health day. Not to mention the physical health day, since I'm far from 100%, and there seems to be at least three different cold or flu type bugs bouncing around the office (ah, the joys of working in a big-city hospital).
I hope things turn out OK with my new boss in the end. I'm feeling a bit better about the situation, but it's still not quite the job it was when I took it on, you know? And I'm not sure I'm going to like the new version as much. But since quitting my day job is unlikely to be an option anytime soon, and I'm also stuck for the foreseeable future doing this kind of work, since I don't have the time/money to go back to school AND write AND fulfill my family responsibilities AND work full-time, I've got to find a way to learn to live with it with minimal bitterness. Either against myself or the world. Of course, knowing that doesn't make it any easier to DO.
You want I should call her?
That would be kickass.
Thanks for all of the advice and phone numbers, guys.
Outraged-On-My-Behalf Bitches UNITE!!
Aimee, also, the president of TCF Bank Michigan is Robert H. "Bob" Scott, also a name to invoke
president of TCF Bank Michigan is Robert H. "Bob" Scott, also a name to invoke
That would be the one whose daughter I know.
Saw my hemotologist this morning. All my blood work is pretty. My brain MRI is normal. My ferritin level is fantastic. Just going to finish off my last couple of IV Iron treatments (top off the tank, as it were) and then I'm done with that. No clue on the dizzy stuff. Which has decreased to every now and then instead of multiple times a day.
Ass em in the ear, Aimee.
Glad the iron is good, Suzi! I hope the mystery dizziness just goes away.
For a moment, I pictured Tom picking up 2 live chickens.
Me too.
Me three. The mental image of the drive home was comedy gold.
vw, I'm glad you've got a plan for making through the rest of the day.
Aimee, I hope going to the top gets you the satisfaction of a resolved problem and of kicking a bit of assheadedness along the way.
From last night:
I still have my crown, and yes, we got Sean a Jester cap.
I still have it. In fact, I'm wearing it right now, AIFG!
Also, I still have my crown that I believe Plei (of the lovely eyes) gave me in San Francisco.
Also, WTF, Aims? Stupid bank fuckers! Sounds like they need to be killed.
