everything is relative in the bigger picture.
it's amazing what a difference a day can make.
The following day, friday, i worked with a surgeon who i trusted and with a crew that was effective (if a little understaffed) and the day passed by fine. of course the fact that the list of cases reduced from 5 to 4 on account of patients not being fit for surgery and the final case, the most difficult, was delayed due to another theatre's late start.
That is, Friday is live donor day. Patient A has their kidney taken out - with their consent! lest I give the impression my workplace is some illegal body harvesting factory - and then it is quickly wrapped in ice and transported to the adjoining theatre to be implanted into patient B. Extraction is much longer than implantation so the implantation crew (i.e: us) were twiddling our thumbs for almost an hour before the kidney was ready to go.
not that we're complaining mind you, it was just you have lunch then you have a cup of tea, then you check your work email, change the bins, tidy your theatre, tidy someone else's theatre, help provide lunch relief and you're still waiting.
But in the end the surgery went like clockwork.
And we were doing a toe amputation when i left at half five.
Overall i felt better than I had done the previous day. I'm recognising the signs, my anger/fear triggers. but it's hard to overcome them, that's a side of my life I need more practice with. Recognise.. and overcome.
The weekend I was lazy and zonked.
Didn't got to the gym for the first time in 3 months. Saw my parents, bought food for the forthcoming week, had coffee. I also started work on this 10,000 words. Which probably explains why I was so tired on saturday cos i was typing til almost midnight on friday.
This is why i need a coffee pot! crank up the coffee, light a cigg, and tap away until the wee hours. I know it sounds trite and cliched but it's worked for me in the past. And I bought some instant rocket-fuel in memory of when I used to do such things back in 2001 and was doing my diss.
Looking forward to indulging in that tomorrow I can tell you.
Which will be needed as I'm doing some overtime tomorrow night for the first time in almost 3 years.
The irony of this event isn't lost on me. My first big clash with the management that eventually got rid of me was over my refusal to do voluntary and regular overtime.
I value my rest/free-time guys. I live to work not t'other way around.
I had a good week last week though. Bath Spa will always do that to you. My mom loved it, we both had massages that went on for an hour and a half and the girl really helped my right shoulder un-knot. We spoke today of maybe making that a regular appointment. It's expensive but worth it, worth it in comparison to other massages/spa days i've had in the past.
On top of this payroll are due to pay my overtime from the end of April on the 30th of June. A special payment after my line manager told them the lack of pay was their mistake and they'd have to foot the bill for paying me asap. They were going to tag it on the end of July's pay. I said no. My manager said no. The end.
Sometimes saying no is a good thing.
Currently the weather is in the high twenties in the city. 2 floors up and fan-less my apartment is getting rather hot. But i really don't care.
I'm gonna go and hang pictures now.
Xx
The following day, friday, i worked with a surgeon who i trusted and with a crew that was effective (if a little understaffed) and the day passed by fine. of course the fact that the list of cases reduced from 5 to 4 on account of patients not being fit for surgery and the final case, the most difficult, was delayed due to another theatre's late start.
That is, Friday is live donor day. Patient A has their kidney taken out - with their consent! lest I give the impression my workplace is some illegal body harvesting factory - and then it is quickly wrapped in ice and transported to the adjoining theatre to be implanted into patient B. Extraction is much longer than implantation so the implantation crew (i.e: us) were twiddling our thumbs for almost an hour before the kidney was ready to go.
not that we're complaining mind you, it was just you have lunch then you have a cup of tea, then you check your work email, change the bins, tidy your theatre, tidy someone else's theatre, help provide lunch relief and you're still waiting.
But in the end the surgery went like clockwork.
And we were doing a toe amputation when i left at half five.
Overall i felt better than I had done the previous day. I'm recognising the signs, my anger/fear triggers. but it's hard to overcome them, that's a side of my life I need more practice with. Recognise.. and overcome.
The weekend I was lazy and zonked.
Didn't got to the gym for the first time in 3 months. Saw my parents, bought food for the forthcoming week, had coffee. I also started work on this 10,000 words. Which probably explains why I was so tired on saturday cos i was typing til almost midnight on friday.
This is why i need a coffee pot! crank up the coffee, light a cigg, and tap away until the wee hours. I know it sounds trite and cliched but it's worked for me in the past. And I bought some instant rocket-fuel in memory of when I used to do such things back in 2001 and was doing my diss.
Looking forward to indulging in that tomorrow I can tell you.
Which will be needed as I'm doing some overtime tomorrow night for the first time in almost 3 years.
The irony of this event isn't lost on me. My first big clash with the management that eventually got rid of me was over my refusal to do voluntary and regular overtime.
I value my rest/free-time guys. I live to work not t'other way around.
I had a good week last week though. Bath Spa will always do that to you. My mom loved it, we both had massages that went on for an hour and a half and the girl really helped my right shoulder un-knot. We spoke today of maybe making that a regular appointment. It's expensive but worth it, worth it in comparison to other massages/spa days i've had in the past.
On top of this payroll are due to pay my overtime from the end of April on the 30th of June. A special payment after my line manager told them the lack of pay was their mistake and they'd have to foot the bill for paying me asap. They were going to tag it on the end of July's pay. I said no. My manager said no. The end.
Sometimes saying no is a good thing.
Currently the weather is in the high twenties in the city. 2 floors up and fan-less my apartment is getting rather hot. But i really don't care.
I'm gonna go and hang pictures now.
Xx