Long, work inspired rant under the cut.
Okay. I work as a phlebotomist in a lab in a medical clinic in Lafayette, Indiana. Considering Lafayette has a medical clinic for every 4.62 people listed as residents, no I'm not afraid stalkers could track me down from that.
Anyhoo.
The lab is on the first floor, in the middle of the hallway. The place where the blood gets drawn is a seperate room off of the hall with a window at the front with has the blind pulled 3/4ths of the way down. Across the narrow hallway from us is our check-in desk.
The desk is large an obstrusive and bumps into the hallway. It is papered with signs that say: LAB CHECK IN.
Up until last week, people had to check in with the pediatrics desk, which is a mere six feet down the hallway until they got our own stuff installed. Up until last week, our window and door where papered with signs saying: CHECK IN AT THE PEDIATRICS DESK along with helpful pointing arrows.
I have the misfortune of sitting by the window, which is just open enough for me to see out.
Up until last week, people would walk up, peer around the signs to look at me and try to yell that thier doctor wanted bloodwork. Or they would read the signs and ignore them or read the signs and get lost. Really, six feet was too far to expect these people to follow directions.
However.
Now we have our own desk and everything should be gravy, right?
Oh no.
People still get lost.
They stand at the window and stare through at me in bewilderment. They barge through the door and give thier name and information. They sit in the waiting area for half an hour and then come to demand why they haven't been seen yet. You never checked in, jackass! There's seventeen doctors in this building! You could have been waiting for any one of them! We are not psychic!
I need a new sign for my window.
One that says: TURN AROUND, DUMBASS!
ugh.
On the bright side, I have started driving Gytha, my remaining filly. She gets a harness and blinders and we go down the road. I'd have pictures, but my camera battery died.
On Saturday I fitted the harness on her and ground drove her down the road while Mom led her. She weaved all over the road as green horses are wont to do, but never spooked or bolted, even with biplanes buzzing us and deer popping out of cornfeilds randomly. On Sunday we went at it again. She headed out in a nice straight line so Mom took the lead rope off and just walked ahead of her. Halfway back, Mom dropped back to walk with me.
Gytha did just fine. Her steering needs work; right now she has the subtle touch of your average tractor, but you get her pointed in the right direction and she heads off when you tell her to and stops when you tell her.
For those of you not familiar with horses, this is a bit like setting a grade schooler in a room with random electronic parts and coming back to find that they've assembled a working laptop.
It's not just good, it's fantastic.
I need to get some trace chains for her so we can step it up to dragging a tire. At this rate I expect she'll be competeing the local CDE shows by the end of next month XD