Other crap.
It was utter hell to return to work today though. I was dead tired. I was lucky though because I knew I was tired so I went EXTRA slow on everything just to make sure that I didn't make stupid mistakes. I'm not in the mood to get yelled at this week.
I don't know what was up with the bossman. He was literally in my cubical every five minutes asking what I was doing, how I was doing, and if we were caught up on everything. I was just like, "GO AWAY AND LET ME WORK!"
I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing that there wasn't a lot there. Normally when Noa and I are gone for a day or two, we come back to a shit load of crap. Today, if I had been up to my normal speed, I would have had everything done before lunch..... Though I have enough call backs to last me till Friday at least.
It's a nice job, pays very well, and the Bossman can be super awesome. But I do get nervous sometimes. It's the medical field and there are a lot of contracts and each one has its own rules and every day I seem to do something wrong and get yelled at by fifty different people. The nurses expect you to be able to read the doctor's hand writing and know what the procedures are and I'm lucky to know that my shin bone is connected to my knee bone. Plus when you ask a nurse a simple question "What is this and where does it go?" she'll sit there and talk to you for twenty minutes about how you have to read the notes and figure out what the procedures are and that will tell you what it is and frankly I could care less. I don't want to have to sit down and figure out what the doctor wants. Just tell me where it goes and I'll put it there and get done twice as fast.
Not to mention there are only three people that I really feel comfortable asking questions to. One of them is the same level as I am so she never knows the answer, the other is the Bossman and I feel terrible for always bothering him with really simple things and the last one is the nurse that goes on and on for half an hour and then never tells me when she's done so I just stand there slowly inching away so I can get back to work.
Like Noa, I'm also stressed about school and surgery. We're just temps. We get paid by the hour, which is nice, but our hours are going to suffer horribly in a few months. First we'll have a few weeks off because of surgery and recovering, then we want to go back to school in the fall and then we're going to take another week off to go on our big trip to Disney World.
I know that if I can work, I can pay for everything and eventually get through school. Problem is that our job is during the day and our school classes are also in the day. With work, there is no time to study or really THINK about school. I'm also getting impatient. I've been in college for four years now and still don't have a degree or certificate. All my cousins are now going onto their BA and Masters and things. "Oh, she's going to work then going to go get her Masters and He's going to law school and he's going to fly Black Hawks." I don't care! GOD!
Thing is, I don’t want to do this forever. I look around at the people in our sections and they aren’t happy to be there. They’re all middle aged women that are pissed more often than not. One of them is CONSTANTLY on a rampage and I go out of my way to avoid asking her ANYTHING. Another is just a bit older than I am and every time I go to ask her a question she makes it a point to sigh LOUDLY and look irritated that I’m even there. Which is why I always bother the bossman.
I KNOW that if I wasn’t working, I could have my degree in a year. However, I won’t have money to pay for college or a home or food. And I flat out refuse to ask my mom again. Don’t even get me started on my grandma who apparently gave everyone money for a car or college. What did I get? …..A sweater and a greeting card.
So our lease runs up in August and we are moving closer to work, which is nice but further from school… I will miss this place, as I love this area. It’s cool, quiet, and beautiful. It reminds me a lot of my neighborhood when I was little. I don’t mind leaving it, I just worry that school will suffer even more because then we will be closer to work and have less incentive to leave the place. I refuse to be stuck there forever. I also refuse to be promoted to answering phones all the time. I don’t mind the little extra status calls. Apparently you just pick up the phone and tell them to be patient or send them to the correct number.
Our boss refuses to accept that we are in school and we won’t be there for a long long time. He’s constantly telling us to give up school and just stay there or talking about how we’ll be there three years down the road.
Ah, I think I’m just feeling the pressure at last. I’m just ready for this part of my life to be over so I can move on already. Why can’t it be Summer yet?
Something needs to be figured out.
On the plus, I have a nice warm kitty purring in my lap.