Most organizations (or large and/or corporate organizations) don't seem to acknowledge that some people don't want to manage, some people get to a point where they're content where they are, and some people do not have a burning desire to do anything except do a good job and then GO HOME.
One of the (many) reasons I'm glad I no longer work for That Large Software Company is that they don't get that. No, I am not manager material, and I KNOW THAT. I'd give myself and my team a nervous breakdown within a year, tops.
Yeah, I got sharply excoriated for being sometimes brilliant in the same yell fest where I was also blamed for not knowing the developer on my team is incompetent. The fuck? And why does Swype keep capitalising Fuck?
There are 3 or 4 people around me and...shit. Teenager on the bed is being watched by security. Her older sister won't let her draw in her (older sister's) colouring book. Because it's a colouring book. You don't do that. Teenager wants to know if she has the right to remain silent, and she feels she needs to be able to trust herself. She must stay on the bed. She doesn't seem to want to. Her sister bright her in because she stopped taking her depression medication and she's saying things that don't make sense. The woman who was in the spot before her had also been talking nonsense, but that was due to migraines that started since she'd become pregnant.
The teenager is here until her mother gets here. Tomorrow.
The guy to my right just had a radical meet cute with a girl that complimented his ear gauging and needed tips about getting large tattoos. He's here for kidney stone pain and is on morphine. She got his digits. Score.
I hadn't realised how relaxing i was for the nurses, but these people's valid problems and lives HURT MY HEAD.
Motherfucker.
(Added "Motherfucker" to dictionary)
I keep getting dinged in reviews for attitude because I don't want to move up to the next level in tech support. I must be lazy if I don't want to be promoted. No, I know my strengths are talking to the customers and explaining things to the clueless. I don't want to change jobs to answering questions for techs who are talking to the customers. I think I need to put it that way during the next review.
Of course, there are salary caps on the various positions, so if you're happy with the job you have eventually they'll stop giving you raises.
Oh jesus. Are you in a room or the hallway? When Grace was there, a woman in the hall on a gurney hadn't been to the bathroom in the 18 hours I was there. But she need a catheter but had no room to have one placed. My image of hell.
Grace had surgery today. Everyone was freaked that we went to the ER because we never do that. We should have stopped by, ita. Also, for our purposes, we learned that the Santa Monica ER is about 27 times faster (in that we would have been in a room within an hour instead of 27).
Also, FYI, they were also filming on the second floor (the OR, the PTU and the recover rooms). Nurses were not thrilled by the sitch.
There's entirely too much ER today. I hope Grace is OK, because you would have said something, right?
Grace was in the ER about 2+ weeks ago. She had her regularly scheduled surgery today. What was good was she came out of it talking immediately (well after she was fighting mad and given phenobarbital) which is good. She should be even louder now. We don't go back for surgery again until November 20. Woo hoo! A month off!
True enough, ita. I didn't count actual white supremacy. But my mom invented a handsign with the ASL "M" that we mock them with.
Well, we think we're funny.
(ita, your headache stuff sucks. I wish there were a real House you could go to.
There's a necessary place in the world for Sergeants, who know the job, who can teach the job, who can help new officers--and old, smart officers--figure out what can and can't be done.
