A Ridiculous Real Life Post
Today was crack at work.
Client A needs a caregiver 12 hours a day, 7 days a week. Not supposed to schedule anyone more than 40 hours to avoid overtime. Means I need 2 caregivers each for 3 days (36 hours) and a third person for the 7th day.
Has to be someone good with physical transfers. And client lives in boondocks.
Caregiver Mary is new and only working 2 hours every Monday and Wednesday morning. The new client is close to her 2 hour job but the hours overlap so it won't work. And Mary can't work weekends.
Schedule Mary for Tues, Thurs, Fri
Caregiver Jane is working Tues, Thurs, Sat with a lady for 18 hours a week. If I give her 2 shifts with Client A she would have 42 hours, 2 hours too much. She's willing to work some Sundays but not every one of them.
Caregiver Sue lives way the hell far away but is desperate for hours, She could do Mon, Wed, Sat but no Sundays because of church.
Jane has seniority and should get the 40 hours first but she lives five minutes away from her current client, and no one else wants that lady because of mostly 4 hours shifts, and it doesn't pay enough to drive 30-40 minutes each way for only 4 hours.
Caregiver Brenda can work weekends, so she is willing to just do Sundays with the lady in the boondocks, and I have another brand new client for just Friday afternoons and all day Saturdays. She says she'll do that combination, so today I drove 30 minutes to Client A, met Brenda there, introduced her to the client, then she followed me into the city to meet the second client, a 45 minute drive. Between the two clients, was actually in their houses a combined total of 25 minutes.
An hour ago Brenda calls and says her doctor doesn't think she should be doing heavy transfers.
Multiply this by two other new clients.
Argh.
However, I do love my job. Mostly.