sarameg, that policy is bonkers. I can't imagine any way that a serious attempt to adhere to it would lead to anything but the office environment demon baby of Ayn Rand and Lord of the Flies. I hope there's a metric shitton of pushback.
Fun conversation this morning:
Co-Worker: I can't believe they put my mother on Zoloft! She's on a hundred milligrams a day. That's too much. She must be high as a kite. That terrible drug! Why would they do that?
Me: I'm on a hundred fifty a day.
Co-Worker: ...
We then had a longer, better talk about the mechanisms of various ADs and her mom's differential diagnoses and the importance in controlling anxiety in patients with memory loss and conflict-and-uncertainty-avoidance issues, and it turned out okay. But... fuuuuck, that was not how I wanted to start the morning. It's just that there was no way I could sit there and listen to that and say nothing.
Good for you, though, JZ. People need to know what's up!
I ate too much phở for lunch. Like you do.
I got to work at 7:30am, which allowed me to get some stuff done before training started at 8:30am. I'm leaving at 4:30 regardless of what my inbox looks like.
I am always boggled by the personal information people are willing to throw out on their co-workers.
Well, 90% of the time it's a 3-person office, so sharing is truly unavoidable.
This is why I dread the impending move to an open-plan office to be shared with the entire department instead of just our tiny subdivision.
Good for you, though, JZ. People need to know what's up!
What Jesse said!
Co-Worker: I can't believe they put my mother on Zoloft! She's on a hundred milligrams a day. That's too much. She must be high as a kite. That terrible drug! Why would they do that?
Obviously I would never say this about antidepressants, but your co-worker did what I'm trying to stop myself from doing, especially in meetings, which is to make statements based on truthiness.
I got $15.33.Pretty cool, I think.
It was good of you to reassure/educate your coworker, JZ. She clearly needed it.
If I could have some coping vibes for a friend of mine, she's had a rough couple of years and just got an awful sucker punch.
She'd gotten back in touch with one of her best friends from High School a month or so back. He was supposed to go out and visit her for the weekend but never showed. She thought he blew her off, but when she went on-line to try and find out what had happened, she discovered he had slipped on some ice on some stairs, hit his head during the fall, and died.
She's just (understandably) devastated. I can't even imagine what that must feel like. Words fail.
