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Walked into the clean room this morning and the thermometer read 66.6 degrees and I thought "Gee, that's a fucking omen if I've ever seen one."
And let me tell you, the day did not fucking disappoint.
11 hours later, time to go the hell home.
The sheer fucking lack of communication in my workplace is going to drive me to fucking murder someone.
I can't do shit about problematic behaviors in the techs I'm supposed to be managing if I don't fucking know about them. I can't order the smaller vial sizes of things if I don't fucking know about them. I can't make sure we have medications for patients that have been added on for the very next godddamn day if I don't fucking know about them.
Fuck's sake!
Having your techs print out copies of the individual transfers that they’re doing near daily and keeping them on-hands for six months (and threatening that you’re going to check in on them “to see if they actually have their folder in order”) but not teaching them the right way to do the transfers in the first place isn’t going to make you look like you’re smart and in-charge.
It makes you look like a micro-managing asshole and makes your techs fucking hate you.
When you use the last vial in the box, throw out the goddamn box! It's what separates us from the goddamn animals!
I get it; for whatever reason, you hate me and see me only as a tool to use when you are feeling lazy. I get that you feel okay with treating me like a social pariah. I don't understand why exactly but you've mad all of this more than clear in your passive aggressive bullshit way. What you don't know is that this shit doesn't phase me at all. It simply means that while I'll treat you with a bit of the professional courtesy that you won't show me, I'm not helping you with a goddamn thing. No more staying late to finish your T PNs for you. No more taking over your work while you're at lunch. No more helping you figure out how to do the order. See how far you can get without me scratching that bitch of an itch on your back.
Yup, it's totally my fault that the Dextrose 5% is on long-term backorder. I did it on purpose. Just to fuck your life up.
