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Sunday, 17 December 2006 03:27 pmAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh.
Sundays on call are CRAP. I have never been so angry with the people I work with in my LIFE. *strangles someone* They say "being on call is so much less daunting than being manager of Boots on saturday - yeah, right! What a lot of old bollocks. I've never felt like crying with frustration at the shop. I stomped about and swore at things at Boots, but that was it. I RAR-ed at the wards for being fucktards, though - they managed to drop an entire 500ml bottle of specially-made metformin suspension, then made me make more of it. Yeah, because I'm pretty good at magicking extemps out of thin air! So I had to open up the entire manufacturing unit, find hats and hairnets and booties and labcoats, find a protocol sheet, find the materials (and COULD I find the anise water? Could I BOLLOCKS) then actually make the stuff... And it wasn't a case of "well, we'll make an effort to try and get more stuff from the same place the nursing home gets it from, even if we have to courier it out specially since we were the fucktards who BROKE the thing..."
Edit: Home now. And at least my friend robot behaved itself. (Eventually) When it was just it and me, it behaved itself very well (aside from losing stuff - it thought it knew where things were, then when it went to get them they'd gone, and it cried about it. Aw.)
*le sleep* *snore*
Sundays on call are CRAP. I have never been so angry with the people I work with in my LIFE. *strangles someone* They say "being on call is so much less daunting than being manager of Boots on saturday - yeah, right! What a lot of old bollocks. I've never felt like crying with frustration at the shop. I stomped about and swore at things at Boots, but that was it. I RAR-ed at the wards for being fucktards, though - they managed to drop an entire 500ml bottle of specially-made metformin suspension, then made me make more of it. Yeah, because I'm pretty good at magicking extemps out of thin air! So I had to open up the entire manufacturing unit, find hats and hairnets and booties and labcoats, find a protocol sheet, find the materials (and COULD I find the anise water? Could I BOLLOCKS) then actually make the stuff... And it wasn't a case of "well, we'll make an effort to try and get more stuff from the same place the nursing home gets it from, even if we have to courier it out specially since we were the fucktards who BROKE the thing..."
Edit: Home now. And at least my friend robot behaved itself. (Eventually) When it was just it and me, it behaved itself very well (aside from losing stuff - it thought it knew where things were, then when it went to get them they'd gone, and it cried about it. Aw.)
*le sleep* *snore*