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Been applying to places for the last 4 weeks!!! Haven't heard from anyone!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I qualify all jobs but god damn is it disheartening not to at least get a god damn interview. I'm confident in my interview skills i just need to see a face!
I've been pretty open about where I work so here I go:
Tonight I had a person call 911 because he needed a medic. When asked what was going on he said "I think someone put something inside me when I passed out last night during a party." I was like "inside you?" He says "yes. Inside my asshole. I tried to get it out but now the hanger is stuck"
Also. Another lady called for her dad who was vomiting "bowel movements". Which I don't think is possible.
And lastly, the drunk guy who called 911 and said "it's cold & I drank too much & need somewhere to sleep it off." At least he wasn't an angry drunk.
Just one night I'd like to not have someone yell at me on the phone.
I've been pretty open about where I work so here I go:
Tonight I had a person call 911 because he needed a medic. When asked what was going on he said "I think someone put something inside me when I passed out last night during a party." I was like "inside you?" He says "yes. Inside my asshole. I tried to get it out but now the hanger is stuck"
Also. Another lady called for her dad who was vomiting "bowel movements". Which I don't think is possible.
And lastly, the drunk guy who called 911 and said "it's cold & I drank too much & need somewhere to sleep it off." At least he wasn't an angry drunk.
Just one night I'd like to not have someone yell at me on the phone.
That sounds horrible to deal with on an everyday basis. I had a kidney stone not too long ago. So we went to Grant at approx. 3am. There looked to be several people in the emergency waiting room, sleeping it off. It was a different world.
I've been pretty open about where I work so here I go:
Tonight I had a person call 911 because he needed a medic. When asked what was going on he said "I think someone put something inside me when I passed out last night during a party." I was like "inside you?" He says "yes. Inside my asshole. I tried to get it out but now the hanger is stuck"
Also. Another lady called for her dad who was vomiting "bowel movements". Which I don't think is possible.
And lastly, the drunk guy who called 911 and said "it's cold & I drank too much & need somewhere to sleep it off." At least he wasn't an angry drunk.
Just one night I'd like to not have someone yell at me on the phone.
That sounds horrible to deal with on an everyday basis. I had a kidney stone not too long ago. So we went to Grant at approx. 3am. There looked to be several people in the emergency waiting room, sleeping it off. It was a different world.
It gets easier with time. You'd be shocked at how patient you can be with people. The nicest drunk I had was this girl in blacklick who said she was feeling suicidal bc she had relapsed on alcohol after bring sober for however long. She talked to me about how she works in a bar then apologized when she had to pee on the phone with me. When the deputies got there she told me I was the nicest person and made her feel better and put her mind at ease. I felt bad she she asked my name and I could ony tell her my tech number.
Basically it's not always a thankless job. But most of the time people are horrible and ignorant.
That sounds horrible to deal with on an everyday basis. I had a kidney stone not too long ago. So we went to Grant at approx. 3am. There looked to be several people in the emergency waiting room, sleeping it off. It was a different world.
It gets easier with time. You'd be shocked at how patient you can be with people. The nicest drunk I had was this girl in blacklick who said she was feeling suicidal bc she had relapsed on alcohol after bring sober for however long. She talked to me about how she works in a bar then apologized when she had to pee on the phone with me. When the deputies got there she told me I was the nicest person and made her feel better and put her mind at ease. I felt bad she she asked my name and I could ony tell her my tech number.
Basically it's not always a thankless job. But most of the time people are horrible and ignorant.
Are we telling war stories? Paging LoveLuckLaughter. Let's do this!
One of my first experiences in real life with inforoo people was exchanging psych pt stories with LLL and basically terrifying everyone else in the room.
It gets easier with time. You'd be shocked at how patient you can be with people. The nicest drunk I had was this girl in blacklick who said she was feeling suicidal bc she had relapsed on alcohol after bring sober for however long. She talked to me about how she works in a bar then apologized when she had to pee on the phone with me. When the deputies got there she told me I was the nicest person and made her feel better and put her mind at ease. I felt bad she she asked my name and I could ony tell her my tech number.
Basically it's not always a thankless job. But most of the time people are horrible and ignorant.
Are we telling war stories? Paging LoveLuckLaughter. Let's do this!
One of my first experiences in real life with inforoo people was exchanging psych pt stories with LLL and basically terrifying everyone else in the room.
I went out with a friend who's gf works in the psych ward of her hospital and that's basically what the night turned into. I don't have the stomach for that job......
Are we telling war stories? Paging LoveLuckLaughter. Let's do this!
One of my first experiences in real life with inforoo people was exchanging psych pt stories with LLL and basically terrifying everyone else in the room.
I went out with a friend who's gf works in the psych ward of her hospital and that's basically what the night turned into. I don't have the stomach for that job......
Ha! God, the stories. We had a guy this weekend who asked for some reading material and then tore it apart and water pasted pictures of Katie Couric and meatloaf recipes and whoever else was in the "First" magazine I gave him all over his walls and then took off all of his clothes. Then he called me a ho. And a blind girl grabbed my boob on purpose.
I can't even decide on a favorite story. The 80 by 20 ball of fuck headed towards Cleveland, or the lady who was going to buy me a truck so I didn't have suck any more dicks to get a ride home from Walmart, or the guy who threw his tray across the day room because "Lima beans!! Bitch, you know I don't eat no lima beans!!"
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
I went out with a friend who's gf works in the psych ward of her hospital and that's basically what the night turned into. I don't have the stomach for that job......
Ha! God, the stories. We had a guy this weekend who asked for some reading material and then tore it apart and water pasted pictures of Katie Couric and meatloaf recipes and whoever else was in the "First" magazine I gave him all over his walls and then took off all of his clothes. Then he called me a ho. And a blind girl grabbed my boob on purpose.
I can't even decide on a favorite story. The 80 by 20 ball of fuck headed towards Cleveland, or the lady who was going to buy me a truck so I didn't have suck any more dicks to get a ride home from Walmart, or the guy who threw his tray across the day room because "Lima beans!! Bitch, you know I don't eat no lima beans!!"
Oh my. I'm laughing way harder than I should be at the lady who wanted to buy you a truck thing. Freaking hilarious.
And vomiting poop sounds like a sick twisted version of what I imagine hell would be like. It really just sounds like the most awful thing a person could possibly go through. I dont even understand the logistics of how that could happen!!
With technology these days, I cannot get away from work. On the plus side I'm not having to use any vacation time for the three snow days I've had so far this week. I've actually worked overtime, which I would have had to do regardless of the snow. I've had two major deadlines to meet, plus another project to work on, plus one that I had to refuse. Been sitting in my home office non stop for the past three days & I am going out of my mind. Brad just left to take the kids sledding & I'm home working. This sucks.
Someone do this at their work. I would, but they would know it was me.
I am so doing this on Tuesday. (Lazy Bankers don't have to work Monday; hehe.) In my office there is an even bigger jackass who is known for this sort of thing. I should be on the clear. Plus, we have about five copy rooms. Im agonna hit em all.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
Also, at the same time they ask for volunteers for Thanksgiving and overnight shifts (to help fulfill internet orders), they are also begging people to take as much as six weeks off on temporary layoffs and collect unemployment rather than come to work. In my company, the slowest three months are Nov/Dec/Jan.
I hate this place all the time, but moreso lately than usual.
I don't know much about employment law, but how the fuck is that legal?
Also, at the same time they ask for volunteers for Thanksgiving and overnight shifts (to help fulfill internet orders), they are also begging people to take as much as six weeks off on temporary layoffs and collect unemployment rather than come to work. In my company, the slowest three months are Nov/Dec/Jan.
I hate this place all the time, but moreso lately than usual.
I don't know much about employment law, but how the fuck is that legal?
It's probably legal, but because of a technicality they're abusing.
I took it once, for one week. Went to DC for a few days. I think most of the benefit ended up getting repaid in my tax returns, on top of the 25% tax rate right out of your benefit check.
Work is HELL I gotta work this week during BLAM FML and I know of several nearby viewing parties in the Nashvegas area I can go to as well I am just a miser hoarding my vacation days though what is the lesser of two evils using a vacation day for a BLAM party or hoarding it for another day in Colorado this summer? My gut instinct to party tells me to wait for it!
1-1-12 Bassnectar NYE SHOW! 1-21-12 G. Love and Special Sauce 3-1-12 Radiohead 3-9-12 Experience Hendrix 5-15-12 Jack White @ The Ryman 6-7-12 Bonnaroo 6-19-12 Roger Waters presents "THE WALL" 7-7-12 Ringo Starr's 72nd Birthday Party Extravaganza at the Ryman
Post by phiercelyphresh on Feb 18, 2014 12:33:47 GMT -5
I am thankful I dont have to work during BLAM but I've been off work since Jan. 23 and can't go back until March 5th because I had surgery on my knee. It's driving me crazy not having work to go to. Stay busy, folks!
I work at a urology clinic and a lady handed me a bag with a urine sample inside. I took it and was walking down the hall when I felt some wetness on my pant leg. I looked down and, sure enough, it had completely leaked all over me, my desk, my computer, and down the hall. So gross. I had to go down to the OR and get some scrubs to wear for the day. Then she got attitude with me when I asked her to come back and leave another urine sample! Ugh!
First they tell me to ask questions if I have any. Then they get annoyed when I ask questions. So I stop asking questions. Then they tell me to stop pretending like I know everything, and to ask questions. Wtf.
