The prime time of your life
This week was a hectic one, that's for sure. Monday was the only day of rest I really had.
On Tuesday, I had to head over to the hospital after the morning shift at the airport to fill out my paperwork. While I was there, I also had my TB and Hepatitis B shots and had a vial of blood drawn as well. After all that fun stuff, it was back to the airport for the afternoon shift.
Wednesday was more fun, because my supervisor at the hospital wanted me to come in to start training early (I haven't been to orientation yet, that's next week). So, after the morning shift at the airport it was back to the hospital again. I could only stay for about 5 hours (Well, it could have been 6, but they would have had to given me a lunch break after that so we decided not to even deal with that), but that was more than enough time to feel overwhelmed.
The hospital is huge, and it is going to take me a while to learn where everything is. Everyone tells me it'll take about a month to memorize, but I think it might take me a bit longer. I made it an 11 hour day when I drove back to the airport.
Thursday was pretty much the same, only less overwhelming. I was starting to get things down, slowly but surely.
Friday was, well, not a TGIF day...that's for sure. I dealt with my first stiffy. Well, you know, a corpse. Dealing with the body wasn't too much of a problem, though it'll take a while to remember everything that needs to be done. The problem came in the form of moving the body to the morgue. Another new guy (who's name I can't remember) and I were called to meet Jeff on the 4th floor. Now, since Jeff has been working as a transport tech for a few years, one would think he would know what he was doing. One would be wrong in that assumption though. Jeff told us to go down the hall and meet him at the elevators. What we didn't know was that Jeff actually should have made us wait until the halls were cleared and told us to take a left as opposed to a right. We didn't have a clue though, so we moved the body down the hall and right past a room with a grieving family (I don't know if the family was grieving over the person we were moving, but it still didn't help).
Once we made it to the elevators Jeff fucked us over again. He was supposed to call down to ER and get a locked elevator before we even began moving the body, but that somehow slipped his mind. We were lucky to have made it to the basement without anyone else getting on the elevator, I'm sure that would have been a sight to see.
Later in the day, I had to move another body to the morgue. This time another guy accompanied me who actually knew what he was doing. Things went a lot smoother that time, to say the least.
After my hospital shift ended, I forgot to go to the airport. My first no call, no show...oh well.
On Tuesday, I had to head over to the hospital after the morning shift at the airport to fill out my paperwork. While I was there, I also had my TB and Hepatitis B shots and had a vial of blood drawn as well. After all that fun stuff, it was back to the airport for the afternoon shift.
Wednesday was more fun, because my supervisor at the hospital wanted me to come in to start training early (I haven't been to orientation yet, that's next week). So, after the morning shift at the airport it was back to the hospital again. I could only stay for about 5 hours (Well, it could have been 6, but they would have had to given me a lunch break after that so we decided not to even deal with that), but that was more than enough time to feel overwhelmed.
The hospital is huge, and it is going to take me a while to learn where everything is. Everyone tells me it'll take about a month to memorize, but I think it might take me a bit longer. I made it an 11 hour day when I drove back to the airport.
Thursday was pretty much the same, only less overwhelming. I was starting to get things down, slowly but surely.
Friday was, well, not a TGIF day...that's for sure. I dealt with my first stiffy. Well, you know, a corpse. Dealing with the body wasn't too much of a problem, though it'll take a while to remember everything that needs to be done. The problem came in the form of moving the body to the morgue. Another new guy (who's name I can't remember) and I were called to meet Jeff on the 4th floor. Now, since Jeff has been working as a transport tech for a few years, one would think he would know what he was doing. One would be wrong in that assumption though. Jeff told us to go down the hall and meet him at the elevators. What we didn't know was that Jeff actually should have made us wait until the halls were cleared and told us to take a left as opposed to a right. We didn't have a clue though, so we moved the body down the hall and right past a room with a grieving family (I don't know if the family was grieving over the person we were moving, but it still didn't help).
Once we made it to the elevators Jeff fucked us over again. He was supposed to call down to ER and get a locked elevator before we even began moving the body, but that somehow slipped his mind. We were lucky to have made it to the basement without anyone else getting on the elevator, I'm sure that would have been a sight to see.
Later in the day, I had to move another body to the morgue. This time another guy accompanied me who actually knew what he was doing. Things went a lot smoother that time, to say the least.
After my hospital shift ended, I forgot to go to the airport. My first no call, no show...oh well.