Air France resumed flights to Tel Aviv...
...so it's not looking like we're going to get refunds, unless they suspend them again by Tuesday. I know my parents have said they would help me with the cost if I needed it but 1) I don't want to have to ask them for money and 2) I'm still pissed that we're not getting a refund. I get that our flight wasn't directly affected, because they resumed in time, but I'm upset that they didn't process the request in time for us to get our money back. The travel agent said that Air France recommended that we get travel insurance and THEN cancel the tickets, but... insurance fraud? I'm pretty positive that would count as insurance fraud. So, no.
I shouldn't be as pissed at this as I am. I had come to terms with getting a voucher instead of a refund before the suspension even happened. I think this is a combination of getting my hopes up with the suspension, my anxiety over the last week+ still ongoing, and me PMSing.
This is going to be a little jumbled. Like I said on Thursday, two of our clients died at work. One of them was mine, who'd had to move to a Crisis bed permanently because he would decomp so fast and would get very distressed about the bugs in his brain. Just a couple weeks ago, the person leading one of our trainings used him in an example, since she worked with him at Crisis. Now he's dead and we don't know how. He was found unresponsive, and staff did CPR for 10 minutes until EMTs showed up. He was on life support, and when they took the breathing tube out, he started breathing on his own, but he died the next morning. The other client was not one that I had met, but one I'd heard many stories about, because she roomed with one of my clients. I was going down to our clinic and saw two ambulances, a fire truck, a police car, and extra EMTs across the street, at our adult medical day care facility, a locked facility for people who need constant monitoring for physical conditions. I texted my coworkers, and we all thought that it was overkill. The receptionist at the clinic told me that she'd heard it was this client, and she'd choked on her food. Staff did the Heimlich maneuver and then CPR when she was unresponsive after that. As far as I know, they never got her back. Two clients, with eerily similar circumstances, dying hours apart. And then, we learn that a client who'd gone for an intake assessment at our clinic went home and killed himself that night.
As much as I love my job, sometimes my job sucks. I got home from going out with my coworkers on Thursday and just broke down crying in front of my mother and brother. This is my lesson never to drink anything when I'm upset.
I shouldn't be as pissed at this as I am. I had come to terms with getting a voucher instead of a refund before the suspension even happened. I think this is a combination of getting my hopes up with the suspension, my anxiety over the last week+ still ongoing, and me PMSing.
This is going to be a little jumbled. Like I said on Thursday, two of our clients died at work. One of them was mine, who'd had to move to a Crisis bed permanently because he would decomp so fast and would get very distressed about the bugs in his brain. Just a couple weeks ago, the person leading one of our trainings used him in an example, since she worked with him at Crisis. Now he's dead and we don't know how. He was found unresponsive, and staff did CPR for 10 minutes until EMTs showed up. He was on life support, and when they took the breathing tube out, he started breathing on his own, but he died the next morning. The other client was not one that I had met, but one I'd heard many stories about, because she roomed with one of my clients. I was going down to our clinic and saw two ambulances, a fire truck, a police car, and extra EMTs across the street, at our adult medical day care facility, a locked facility for people who need constant monitoring for physical conditions. I texted my coworkers, and we all thought that it was overkill. The receptionist at the clinic told me that she'd heard it was this client, and she'd choked on her food. Staff did the Heimlich maneuver and then CPR when she was unresponsive after that. As far as I know, they never got her back. Two clients, with eerily similar circumstances, dying hours apart. And then, we learn that a client who'd gone for an intake assessment at our clinic went home and killed himself that night.
As much as I love my job, sometimes my job sucks. I got home from going out with my coworkers on Thursday and just broke down crying in front of my mother and brother. This is my lesson never to drink anything when I'm upset.