Did you ever get the feeling...
that everyone and everything in the known universe is conspiring to piss you off?
My job, thejtrain's job, the house falling apart, even the damn dogs shoving their noses at me and interposing their heads between me and the computer screen, even pettier shit than that. It all fills me with so much grrr.
Mostly, I think it's stress and upheaval from my job spilling over and giving me way less patience with the other stuff. Of course, the other stuff would still be annoying, but it wouldn't make me want to jump and down screaming obscenities under normal circumstances.
Chris, our registered tech, is going back to school. She's decided that even if she finds another vet job where they treat her better, nobody else will pay her as much as she makes now, at least not to start out, so she's going to nursing school. Chet and Janet alternate between eye-rolling dismissal of her plans and personal affront that she's wanting more for herself and her family. The affront tends to inform their policy decisions. Like my newest schedule change. Chris has classes on Tuesday afternoons, so she's been leaving at 1:30.
This is a problem, primarily because the front staff insists on scheduling like we've got two docs and 4 techs. It was almost 8 when the other tech got out of there this past Tuesday night. Eight o'clock. After getting there at quarter till 8 that morning.
But anyway, Chet has decided that it will work better for him if they take me off Wednesdays and put me on Tuesday afternoons. Christy won't like it, as it will leave her on Wednesdays completely alone with the new girl who doesn't know much and still needs a fair bit of hand-holding on the stuff she does know. But this isn't about her, it's about what's best for Chet. And having a whole day of only one tech is apparently better for him than having an afternoon like that.
Riiiiiiiiiight.
And that cunty little eye-roll and comment on how Chris could have done her classes online or whatever, that's totally unrelated to all this. Really. Okay, now try blowing the smoke up my nose instead of my ass.
And that hoo-rah at the human clinic last night. That also really pisses me off. Partly because it always pisses me off when people bitch at thejtrain for things I think are unreasonable, and because it royally pisses me off when someone screws with his management of his ADD, but mostly because what those people seem to expect from him is disrespectful not just to him, but to me.
Being married to a doctor means sharing a lot of what is for most people time and engergy that gets devoted to the family/relationship with the job. I understood and accepted this long before he ever got into medical school. It's a necessity, and it's also something I consider good and right. When his patients are in true need of him, their claims on him are every bit as valid as mine. The constant stream of phone calls from the hospital when we're watching a movie, having sex, or trying to eat Christmas dinner are intrusions into our family life, but they're valid intrusions. Staying late to see to someone who is in true distress from something acute, also valid. That kind of stuff doesn't bother me a bit.
Staying Og only knows how late to suit the convenience of someone who has had issues for a year and is currently non-emergent, or who just can't be bothered to get off their asses within an hour or so of their appointment time? That is NOT a valid intrusion into our time together, and as far as I'm concerned, those people can go fuck themselves up the ass with a rusty chainsaw.
Yes, I realize I'm overly tetchy and defensive about our time together. We both probably are. I read somewhere that the divorce rate for the average residency program is something 75%, with some particularly shitty programs having an average rate of 99%. There is a reason for these statistics. It's hard being in a relationship with someone who is either gone or utterly zombified most of the time, or when you're either gone or zombified most of the time. We got through it, though I freely admit that there were times when the knowledge that it was only temporary was the primary thing keeping me from running home to my mommy.
But still, we made it through, and I for one look at it as something of an accomplishment. The real biggie, though, is that it's made both of us very, very aware of just how important it is for us both not just to have "me" time and energy, but for us to have "us" time and energy. Even if that time and energy is spent eating dinner in front of the television and bitching about work, it's important.
That's why these dust-ups about his refusal to habitually stay late just get right on my left tit. thejtrain's boss is basically saying that our having that time together really isn't important at all, at least not nearly so important as catering to the whims of people who clearly care so little about their appointments that they don't even leave the house until an hour after they were supposed to be at the clinic. In essence, those people's claim on my husband's time and energy is more valid than mine. Well, fuck that noise. Also, fuck the boss, the horse he rode in on, everyone who looks like him, and all their horses, too.
My job, thejtrain's job, the house falling apart, even the damn dogs shoving their noses at me and interposing their heads between me and the computer screen, even pettier shit than that. It all fills me with so much grrr.
Mostly, I think it's stress and upheaval from my job spilling over and giving me way less patience with the other stuff. Of course, the other stuff would still be annoying, but it wouldn't make me want to jump and down screaming obscenities under normal circumstances.
Chris, our registered tech, is going back to school. She's decided that even if she finds another vet job where they treat her better, nobody else will pay her as much as she makes now, at least not to start out, so she's going to nursing school. Chet and Janet alternate between eye-rolling dismissal of her plans and personal affront that she's wanting more for herself and her family. The affront tends to inform their policy decisions. Like my newest schedule change. Chris has classes on Tuesday afternoons, so she's been leaving at 1:30.
This is a problem, primarily because the front staff insists on scheduling like we've got two docs and 4 techs. It was almost 8 when the other tech got out of there this past Tuesday night. Eight o'clock. After getting there at quarter till 8 that morning.
But anyway, Chet has decided that it will work better for him if they take me off Wednesdays and put me on Tuesday afternoons. Christy won't like it, as it will leave her on Wednesdays completely alone with the new girl who doesn't know much and still needs a fair bit of hand-holding on the stuff she does know. But this isn't about her, it's about what's best for Chet. And having a whole day of only one tech is apparently better for him than having an afternoon like that.
Riiiiiiiiiight.
And that cunty little eye-roll and comment on how Chris could have done her classes online or whatever, that's totally unrelated to all this. Really. Okay, now try blowing the smoke up my nose instead of my ass.
And that hoo-rah at the human clinic last night. That also really pisses me off. Partly because it always pisses me off when people bitch at thejtrain for things I think are unreasonable, and because it royally pisses me off when someone screws with his management of his ADD, but mostly because what those people seem to expect from him is disrespectful not just to him, but to me.
Being married to a doctor means sharing a lot of what is for most people time and engergy that gets devoted to the family/relationship with the job. I understood and accepted this long before he ever got into medical school. It's a necessity, and it's also something I consider good and right. When his patients are in true need of him, their claims on him are every bit as valid as mine. The constant stream of phone calls from the hospital when we're watching a movie, having sex, or trying to eat Christmas dinner are intrusions into our family life, but they're valid intrusions. Staying late to see to someone who is in true distress from something acute, also valid. That kind of stuff doesn't bother me a bit.
Staying Og only knows how late to suit the convenience of someone who has had issues for a year and is currently non-emergent, or who just can't be bothered to get off their asses within an hour or so of their appointment time? That is NOT a valid intrusion into our time together, and as far as I'm concerned, those people can go fuck themselves up the ass with a rusty chainsaw.
Yes, I realize I'm overly tetchy and defensive about our time together. We both probably are. I read somewhere that the divorce rate for the average residency program is something 75%, with some particularly shitty programs having an average rate of 99%. There is a reason for these statistics. It's hard being in a relationship with someone who is either gone or utterly zombified most of the time, or when you're either gone or zombified most of the time. We got through it, though I freely admit that there were times when the knowledge that it was only temporary was the primary thing keeping me from running home to my mommy.
But still, we made it through, and I for one look at it as something of an accomplishment. The real biggie, though, is that it's made both of us very, very aware of just how important it is for us both not just to have "me" time and energy, but for us to have "us" time and energy. Even if that time and energy is spent eating dinner in front of the television and bitching about work, it's important.
That's why these dust-ups about his refusal to habitually stay late just get right on my left tit. thejtrain's boss is basically saying that our having that time together really isn't important at all, at least not nearly so important as catering to the whims of people who clearly care so little about their appointments that they don't even leave the house until an hour after they were supposed to be at the clinic. In essence, those people's claim on my husband's time and energy is more valid than mine. Well, fuck that noise. Also, fuck the boss, the horse he rode in on, everyone who looks like him, and all their horses, too.