The title of this post has become a new buzzword in my house. I invented it.
I am not, of course, management. BUT… I have nominal control over my department, and hopefully in time I will at least be the team lead, which would give me at least some semblance of a management position. I don't want to count my chickens before they hatch, but I'm optimistic. I make the schedule, other departments (and department heads) come to me with issues, etc. Anyway, the big news is… drumroll please… last week I went permanent. I am no longer a temp-to-hire worker employed by a temp agency; I am a full-on staff member at the clinic. This means I have to remember to clock in and out each morning, afternoon, and at lunch. The last time I did this was in early 2000, and then it wasn't a big deal because all my coworkers left at the same time I did AND the clock was right by the door where we entered and exited. Now the clock is way the heck at the end of the clinic, nowhere near where I work (which was particularly fun on Friday when I walked in the door at 7:54 and was greeted with, "SARAH!!!" by three different people who wanted to know the status of a couple of things… clocking in is difficult when you're being greeted by demands), and this afternoon I tried to leave without clocking out. Thankfully I didn't even make it off the elevator.
I love my team. Yeah, at some point, especially if I *AM* given the team lead position (again, not a given, not a guarantee, but I'd sure like the gig), I figure they'll start treating me oddly, but they're really really good, nice, driven people. Honestly I like almost everyone in the clinic. There will always be a few folks here and there that appeal to me less - that's going to be true no matter where I work - but I love that the drama is kept to a minimum.
I even revel in the fact that while I am not management, I'm being kept busy and given responsibilities. I cannot even express how much I enjoy those two things. Boredom and lack of recognition are two things that would drive me crazy anywhere, and those aren't happening.
Hard to believe I only started working in early September. I feel like I'm at home.
Next post - Christmas!!
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Monday, December 15, 2014
Monday, December 8, 2014
The Three-Ring Circus
Today, I would like to update you on my life. To best illustrate it all, I shall use the metaphor of a three-ring circus.
IN THE FIRST RING:
My kiddos.
The boy has been throwing fits and has been unable to focus again; we're finally down to the last Vyvanse at 20 mg, and so starting this week we're going to go up to 30 mg. We may go as high as 40 if necessary (given his height and weight, I know the doctor wouldn't object) to get us back to a solid baseline. The boy needs new coping skills, and he needs to be able to focus to get them right before we "de-medicate" again. We're also continuing the Intuniv as is. He's also considering whether or not he wants to remain in public school next year or return home. He's on the fence. I'm letting the choice be his this year. We'll see how it goes.
The girl has been mentally/emotionally okay, but she came down with pneumonia last Thursday. Well, OK, so really it was a very mild case of pneumonia and we caught it on Friday afternoon, but pneumonia it is (I suspect combined with a virus, but that's neither here nor there) and that means breathing treatments and Mucinex and Tylenol and 'roid rage and grumpy girl who wants to go to school and who DID go to school today because she didn't have a fever but then came home with a fever of exactly 100.0F and a headache. A breathing treatment and Mucinex helped; she's off to take a bath and put on pajamas now. Here's hoping she feels better again by morning.
IN THE SECOND RING:
My job.
I really do enjoy my job, but days like today make it difficult to remember why. I won't get into details on here for many reasons, but suffice it to say that my level of screw-it-all is extremely high right now, and if they fired me tomorrow (which I hope they won't and don't think they will), I don't even know that I would care. OK, I would care and would probably cry, but OMG STRESS. I'm supposed to go in and chat with the director of operations about something tomorrow, and I feel like I'm being sent to the principal's office. I can't imagine that I'm in trouble, but that feeling is still there… and really, it's just more OMG STRESS.
IN THE THIRD RING:
My personal life.
BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
OK, seriously, I am working on my cross-stitch project for Doodlebug's room and intend to read a couple of books I picked up at the store this weekend, but other than that, nope. Allllll the NOPE. Oz and I have his company holiday party this week; mine is next week. At some point I need to go visit my mother for a Christmas shopping trip, and I have a couple of people left on my list for whom I need to shop. The idea of me getting out for ME? With MY friends or with MY husband? Not happening.
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My goals right now are to get everyone healthy/properly medicated, figure out the work stuff, and get through the next few weeks intact. Then maybe it'll settle down…
Hey, a girl can dream.
IN THE FIRST RING:
My kiddos.
The boy has been throwing fits and has been unable to focus again; we're finally down to the last Vyvanse at 20 mg, and so starting this week we're going to go up to 30 mg. We may go as high as 40 if necessary (given his height and weight, I know the doctor wouldn't object) to get us back to a solid baseline. The boy needs new coping skills, and he needs to be able to focus to get them right before we "de-medicate" again. We're also continuing the Intuniv as is. He's also considering whether or not he wants to remain in public school next year or return home. He's on the fence. I'm letting the choice be his this year. We'll see how it goes.
The girl has been mentally/emotionally okay, but she came down with pneumonia last Thursday. Well, OK, so really it was a very mild case of pneumonia and we caught it on Friday afternoon, but pneumonia it is (I suspect combined with a virus, but that's neither here nor there) and that means breathing treatments and Mucinex and Tylenol and 'roid rage and grumpy girl who wants to go to school and who DID go to school today because she didn't have a fever but then came home with a fever of exactly 100.0F and a headache. A breathing treatment and Mucinex helped; she's off to take a bath and put on pajamas now. Here's hoping she feels better again by morning.
IN THE SECOND RING:
My job.
I really do enjoy my job, but days like today make it difficult to remember why. I won't get into details on here for many reasons, but suffice it to say that my level of screw-it-all is extremely high right now, and if they fired me tomorrow (which I hope they won't and don't think they will), I don't even know that I would care. OK, I would care and would probably cry, but OMG STRESS. I'm supposed to go in and chat with the director of operations about something tomorrow, and I feel like I'm being sent to the principal's office. I can't imagine that I'm in trouble, but that feeling is still there… and really, it's just more OMG STRESS.
IN THE THIRD RING:
My personal life.
BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
OK, seriously, I am working on my cross-stitch project for Doodlebug's room and intend to read a couple of books I picked up at the store this weekend, but other than that, nope. Allllll the NOPE. Oz and I have his company holiday party this week; mine is next week. At some point I need to go visit my mother for a Christmas shopping trip, and I have a couple of people left on my list for whom I need to shop. The idea of me getting out for ME? With MY friends or with MY husband? Not happening.
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My goals right now are to get everyone healthy/properly medicated, figure out the work stuff, and get through the next few weeks intact. Then maybe it'll settle down…
Hey, a girl can dream.
Monday, November 3, 2014
Whew!
Today is over, and that is a very, very good thing. After last week, I kinda needed something to go right. Last week saw me wind up in the ER with a massive kidney infection, two separate couples on the verge of breaking up (one is making positive progress now; the other is still struggling), spent two days cramming my head full of information to be used today, and, of course, the holiday, among other stuff.
So by Saturday night, I wound up in a puddle on the floor, bawling and saying I couldn't keep going on. There's only so much emotion one person can bottle up before it hits like a Mack truck.
Part of my stress was work today. I've been on the job for two months… and today and tomorrow I am running a satellite office for the office administrator who is taking a long weekend trip to visit some family.
No pressure or anything.
Last Tuesday was my first day out there. I spent the morning going over bunches and bunches of data entry and making sure I knew what Ts to cross and Is to dot (and getting permissions changed via the IT department so I could cross said Ts and dot said Is in the first place). In the afternoon, the doctor showed up and saw patients in the clinic. It was hectic.
On Thursday I went out again and learned even more. I left feeling like I knew just enough to be dangerous but not enough to function.
Today I was in the hot seat.
Thankfully it was a quiet day in the clinic. The schedule wasn't jam-packed on either side (there are two sides/departments to this clinic, and they're both very, very different), and I was able to keep mostly caught up.
Tomorrow I'm back out there again. I'll have a very busy afternoon, but the morning should be quiet. I'm going to see if I can get as much done as I can. I'm just glad I didn't screw everything up!
So by Saturday night, I wound up in a puddle on the floor, bawling and saying I couldn't keep going on. There's only so much emotion one person can bottle up before it hits like a Mack truck.
Part of my stress was work today. I've been on the job for two months… and today and tomorrow I am running a satellite office for the office administrator who is taking a long weekend trip to visit some family.
No pressure or anything.
Last Tuesday was my first day out there. I spent the morning going over bunches and bunches of data entry and making sure I knew what Ts to cross and Is to dot (and getting permissions changed via the IT department so I could cross said Ts and dot said Is in the first place). In the afternoon, the doctor showed up and saw patients in the clinic. It was hectic.
On Thursday I went out again and learned even more. I left feeling like I knew just enough to be dangerous but not enough to function.
Today I was in the hot seat.
Thankfully it was a quiet day in the clinic. The schedule wasn't jam-packed on either side (there are two sides/departments to this clinic, and they're both very, very different), and I was able to keep mostly caught up.
Tomorrow I'm back out there again. I'll have a very busy afternoon, but the morning should be quiet. I'm going to see if I can get as much done as I can. I'm just glad I didn't screw everything up!
Thursday, October 2, 2014
My Little OCD Heart Skipped a Beat Today
This week is, in fact, going much better than last. It did not start out that way - Doodlebug spent Monday and Tuesday driving us all to distraction, Oz primarily, because he felt the need to torment everyone, steal electronics at 3 a.m., not do the assignments that the school sent home for him to complete during his suspension, and otherwise generally being an ass.
He turns 12 in exactly one week. I can smell the adolescence.
No, really… if he forgets his deodorant, I can actually smell it.
In any case, he went back to school yesterday and has thus far managed to keep his nose clean. Next week he can start attending his Lego Club meetings, which will make us all happy.
Work has been good. I walked patients yesterday, which was actually a nice break (especially since all hell broke loose at the front desk around 2:45), but other than that I've been up front. I've made a couple of minor errors but nothing particularly glaring or horrid that I know of, and I think they would tell me if I had done something wrong. They seem pretty up front about these sorts of things, and one of the unspoken office rules is that you own up to things and fix them, which I like. Less drama in the end.
Today, though, I got trained on how to close out the daily accounts by doing some batch processing. I've never done anything like that before, and the guy who trained me was complaining the whole time about how much he hates doing it because of all the little details you have to catch - whether or not everything's been stamped and signed and dated and put in order and reconciled and re-reconciled and copied and printed… basically all of the stuff that makes me absolutely love doing it. Someone forgot to put an account number on a ticket? Write it in. Separate the receipts into various piles and put them in order? Start making stacks and get 'er done. I'm sure I'll forget a detail or two, but in the end it was a process I would, and WILL, happily do again. Because it made my little OCD heart giddy to watch for all the little details and put it all in order and in the right places.
I like the job. I like the people, and I like staying busy. I like that the kids like school (even Doodlebug, despite his issues, does like it), and I like that Oz is being amazing and doing all sorts of stuff around the house to make sure that things continue to go smoothly here. I don't care for the hours today and tomorrow, but that's temporary… and I have learned than an extra 30 minutes of sleep in the morning makes a huge difference by the middle of the day!
He turns 12 in exactly one week. I can smell the adolescence.
No, really… if he forgets his deodorant, I can actually smell it.
In any case, he went back to school yesterday and has thus far managed to keep his nose clean. Next week he can start attending his Lego Club meetings, which will make us all happy.
Work has been good. I walked patients yesterday, which was actually a nice break (especially since all hell broke loose at the front desk around 2:45), but other than that I've been up front. I've made a couple of minor errors but nothing particularly glaring or horrid that I know of, and I think they would tell me if I had done something wrong. They seem pretty up front about these sorts of things, and one of the unspoken office rules is that you own up to things and fix them, which I like. Less drama in the end.
Today, though, I got trained on how to close out the daily accounts by doing some batch processing. I've never done anything like that before, and the guy who trained me was complaining the whole time about how much he hates doing it because of all the little details you have to catch - whether or not everything's been stamped and signed and dated and put in order and reconciled and re-reconciled and copied and printed… basically all of the stuff that makes me absolutely love doing it. Someone forgot to put an account number on a ticket? Write it in. Separate the receipts into various piles and put them in order? Start making stacks and get 'er done. I'm sure I'll forget a detail or two, but in the end it was a process I would, and WILL, happily do again. Because it made my little OCD heart giddy to watch for all the little details and put it all in order and in the right places.
I like the job. I like the people, and I like staying busy. I like that the kids like school (even Doodlebug, despite his issues, does like it), and I like that Oz is being amazing and doing all sorts of stuff around the house to make sure that things continue to go smoothly here. I don't care for the hours today and tomorrow, but that's temporary… and I have learned than an extra 30 minutes of sleep in the morning makes a huge difference by the middle of the day!
Friday, September 26, 2014
Nope, Spoke Too Soon
Friday.
Today had a whole lotta NOPE in it.
It started out badly. Doodlebug (yet again) didn't want to get out of bed this morning, and even Boo was dragging. I made it to work on time and was excited to get to sit at the front desk for my first full day up there EVER… only to discover that I had forgotten to check one of the other schedules and hadn't done one of the weekly jobs I'm supposed to do and someone else was covering my hind end, which isn't their job and makes me feel bad.
Then Oz texted me and told me that Doodlebug had waited until about the time he was supposed to be heading out the door to the bus and said, "I forgot about an assignment! I need six pictures of momentous occasions in my life!!" Thank goodness Oz had a few minutes to spare to help print off the photos and help the boy finish the assignment, which, by the way, will be the first, last, and ONLY time we ever save his ass in this fashion. I've told him since the beginning of school that he needs to complete all assignments the day he gets them, if possible, but now I think he finally understands why we crazy adults say things like this.
And just when I thought the day was settling down and things might get a little bit better… the shit REALLY hit the fan.
First, Doodlebug shoved a friend in jest, and the friend didn't like it, so the friend hit him, and Doodlebug hit him back… and both boys wound up getting suspended for two days. *sigh*
And then I got thrown into a situation at work that wasn't good to begin with but which I probably shouldn't have been handling on my first full day up front, and things just absolutely snowballed. By the end of it, I wound up apologizing to everyone on the entire front desk team as well as a couple of nurses in the back, and at this point, while everything *seems* to be smoothed over, we'll find out on Monday whether the company president is going to lower the boom or not. And I hate inconveniencing others and getting them to try to cover for me. Not their job.
I am very, very glad today is over and I have a weekend in between now and Monday. I'll be back at the front desk on Monday, which I suppose is somewhat of a testament to the fact that folks at work must have at least some faith in me (the nurse I had to apologize to is also the one who writes the schedule for me each week), and Oz is going to meet with the vice principal regarding Doodlebug to see if we can't get his punishment either lessened or rescinded altogether.
Hope you all have had a better Friday than me!
Today had a whole lotta NOPE in it.
It started out badly. Doodlebug (yet again) didn't want to get out of bed this morning, and even Boo was dragging. I made it to work on time and was excited to get to sit at the front desk for my first full day up there EVER… only to discover that I had forgotten to check one of the other schedules and hadn't done one of the weekly jobs I'm supposed to do and someone else was covering my hind end, which isn't their job and makes me feel bad.
Then Oz texted me and told me that Doodlebug had waited until about the time he was supposed to be heading out the door to the bus and said, "I forgot about an assignment! I need six pictures of momentous occasions in my life!!" Thank goodness Oz had a few minutes to spare to help print off the photos and help the boy finish the assignment, which, by the way, will be the first, last, and ONLY time we ever save his ass in this fashion. I've told him since the beginning of school that he needs to complete all assignments the day he gets them, if possible, but now I think he finally understands why we crazy adults say things like this.
And just when I thought the day was settling down and things might get a little bit better… the shit REALLY hit the fan.
First, Doodlebug shoved a friend in jest, and the friend didn't like it, so the friend hit him, and Doodlebug hit him back… and both boys wound up getting suspended for two days. *sigh*
And then I got thrown into a situation at work that wasn't good to begin with but which I probably shouldn't have been handling on my first full day up front, and things just absolutely snowballed. By the end of it, I wound up apologizing to everyone on the entire front desk team as well as a couple of nurses in the back, and at this point, while everything *seems* to be smoothed over, we'll find out on Monday whether the company president is going to lower the boom or not. And I hate inconveniencing others and getting them to try to cover for me. Not their job.
I am very, very glad today is over and I have a weekend in between now and Monday. I'll be back at the front desk on Monday, which I suppose is somewhat of a testament to the fact that folks at work must have at least some faith in me (the nurse I had to apologize to is also the one who writes the schedule for me each week), and Oz is going to meet with the vice principal regarding Doodlebug to see if we can't get his punishment either lessened or rescinded altogether.
Hope you all have had a better Friday than me!
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