Verbal diarrhea
I'm just at a loss of what to say or do or write anymore. It's not as if my life contains any trickles of interesting circumstances as of late. My routine is, daily, wake-work-sleep, with odd times of food ingestion installed.
I didn't go to work Monday due to the blizzard-o-doooooooooooooooooooooooooom (tm). The original plan was to use a half day holidays and make up the rest. Since I pulled a 12 hr shift on Wednesday, I no longer need to use the vacation day. I worked 10 hr days every day (except today), so yeah, I'm bloody tired. Last night was the first night this week that I netted more than 5 hours of continuous sleep, and damn if it didn't feel amazing.
Work has been ... productive. I've definitely been learning new things, and I can't complain no new opportunities haven't been coming my way. From the sounds of it, I'll be in training down in mixing for two weeks on days, starting two Mondays from now. After that, on midnights training for two weeks. Then, I'm on midnights again the week before Easter. I'm exhausted just thinking about all the training and shifting around. On the plus side, most of my protocol work is done (yay!). On the downside, the protocol from hell spawned offspring, which they seem to want me to head. Which is, yet again, a great opportunity. But seriously, tired, wanting sleep? Yes.
In an unexpected twist, the inevitable happened -- I sent K. down the river. They wanted to have him do all the test runs for monitoring purposes on both AA machines, to which I put my foot down and told them exactly why no. Why? Because when I trained him, he wasn't listening, he kept walking away, and only would comment in order to make useless suggestions [what part of following the manufacturer's recommendations is crazy?]. I didn't even touch the issue that -I- actually did his runs, because of his unwillingness to listen. Naturally S. told him what I said, so now he's not talking to me. However, who does what runs when is now -my- decision, since I know who would do it best. And without altering results. Do I feel bad? Yes and no. Yes, because I sold him out. But no, because I didn't sell him out to make myself look good. I did it because he'd screw up that machine somehow, and/or compromise the validity of the results. If he had made an effort to learn, and was just stupid, I would have kept my mouth shut. But he blantantly ignored me and disrespected me because I am a woman, and frankly I'm sick of it. And all this, all the work I put into this, is not going down the toilet because of his ignorance.
/venting.
On a lighter note, I think the one area in which I'm continuing to be devoted is cooking/baking. I'm still making 90% of meals from scratch, which is neat. Today I took in leftover mac and cheese [made with extra old white cheddar], and people were saying how yummy it smelled. I was telling A. about my plans for the weekend [chili with cornbread crust; smoked cheese fondue with chardonnay], to which she said I was really creative. To which I corrected that I just watch a lot of Food Network.
I have officially completed the "easy" portion of my Sudoku Gridmaster game. I really think I need a break. Might be time to return to Cooking Mama.
And ... I guess that's it. Since 95% of my awake time revolved around work this week, it'd be sooo damn boring to write about that. So I won't.
I didn't go to work Monday due to the blizzard-o-doooooooooooooooooooooooooom (tm). The original plan was to use a half day holidays and make up the rest. Since I pulled a 12 hr shift on Wednesday, I no longer need to use the vacation day. I worked 10 hr days every day (except today), so yeah, I'm bloody tired. Last night was the first night this week that I netted more than 5 hours of continuous sleep, and damn if it didn't feel amazing.
Work has been ... productive. I've definitely been learning new things, and I can't complain no new opportunities haven't been coming my way. From the sounds of it, I'll be in training down in mixing for two weeks on days, starting two Mondays from now. After that, on midnights training for two weeks. Then, I'm on midnights again the week before Easter. I'm exhausted just thinking about all the training and shifting around. On the plus side, most of my protocol work is done (yay!). On the downside, the protocol from hell spawned offspring, which they seem to want me to head. Which is, yet again, a great opportunity. But seriously, tired, wanting sleep? Yes.
In an unexpected twist, the inevitable happened -- I sent K. down the river. They wanted to have him do all the test runs for monitoring purposes on both AA machines, to which I put my foot down and told them exactly why no. Why? Because when I trained him, he wasn't listening, he kept walking away, and only would comment in order to make useless suggestions [what part of following the manufacturer's recommendations is crazy?]. I didn't even touch the issue that -I- actually did his runs, because of his unwillingness to listen. Naturally S. told him what I said, so now he's not talking to me. However, who does what runs when is now -my- decision, since I know who would do it best. And without altering results. Do I feel bad? Yes and no. Yes, because I sold him out. But no, because I didn't sell him out to make myself look good. I did it because he'd screw up that machine somehow, and/or compromise the validity of the results. If he had made an effort to learn, and was just stupid, I would have kept my mouth shut. But he blantantly ignored me and disrespected me because I am a woman, and frankly I'm sick of it. And all this, all the work I put into this, is not going down the toilet because of his ignorance.
/venting.
On a lighter note, I think the one area in which I'm continuing to be devoted is cooking/baking. I'm still making 90% of meals from scratch, which is neat. Today I took in leftover mac and cheese [made with extra old white cheddar], and people were saying how yummy it smelled. I was telling A. about my plans for the weekend [chili with cornbread crust; smoked cheese fondue with chardonnay], to which she said I was really creative. To which I corrected that I just watch a lot of Food Network.
I have officially completed the "easy" portion of my Sudoku Gridmaster game. I really think I need a break. Might be time to return to Cooking Mama.
And ... I guess that's it. Since 95% of my awake time revolved around work this week, it'd be sooo damn boring to write about that. So I won't.