First week done and dusted...
Monday, 9 August 2004 06:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
keaaluChecking in. :) No, I've not fallen off the face of the earth, even though it's taken more than a month to actually post a new update thing... Just been too busy/distracted/wired to want to go writing in a diary. :P Plus it's not the easiest thing to do, on a beach. YAY beach!
Anyway. Let's see. Started my new job last Monday, and all the “eek new job” feelings I'd been having just vanished so fast once I got in the swing of things. I'm already reasonably competent at using the computer system (ie making labels. Then correcting the stupid mistakes I made on them, like accidentally booking the medicine out to the wrong consultant and so on. Thankfully those are few and far between at the moment *touches wood* Good job I got all those years' practice at the Co-op and Sainsbury's :P). Tomorrow we have the hospital induction, which is going to be like a day off, since it's all the crap like pensions – and since I don't know if I want to spend the rest of my life working for the NHS, I'm not sure I want to have to worry about that, as the taxman swipes a big chunk of the money if you take it out sooner (ie if you change jobs). So blah.
Today it rained. Not that I'm complaining, I love the rain, especially a good thundery downpour. Just that bits of the hospital flooded, including the office in the dispensary *shifty eyes* I was working away, with my colleagues, and the rain started (thundery, you could hear it on the roof) and this voice pipes up “the flood's started!” and there was a bustle to get the mops and buckets. Apparently it does it every time it rains, it all just comes up through the floor. :| I love the quality of NHS buildings...
Hasn't been all that mentally taxing, today, but I'd rather it had been, I was walking around in a daze a lot of the day – didn't help that we had a department safety induction this morning, and my brain just refused to co-operate. I could feel myself drifting all the way through it – it wasn't because the person doing the talk was boring, because she wasn't doing too badly at making an incredibly dull subject interesting (manual handling (ie how to lift boxes safely), COSHH (Control Of Substances Hazardous to Health), fire safety... bleh), it was just that I never really woke up all morning (missed breakfast – it's true that you need to eat to keep your brain awake :P). By mid-afternoon I was nearly screaming for caffeine – I was getting withdrawal symptoms, my head was pounding (someone said it was the department air-con, as it does it to her, but I still think it had something to do with caffeine, as I was fine after a cuppa – made in the department's wonderful melting plastic cups. >:| ).
My new accommodation is pretty nice, too. I share a flat with two other girls – we share the bathroom, kitchen and lounge, but have our own individual lockable rooms and telephone lines and so on, which is a bit of a pain as it means we all have to have individual TV licenses (£112 >:| ). It's nice to be able to know everything's secure, though – after the house next to us a few years ago got burgled, the security has to be good for me to be happy, now. AND everything feasible to be turned off has to be turned off, so it can't catch fire while I'm not out (me = pyrophobe).
Anyway. Flat's nice – bathroom is a bit lethal, though. :P One of the hinges on the toilet seat is broken so it slides sideways on the bowl, and the shower is impossible to control the temperature on – to start with its impossible to get the temperature bearable to start with, then if anyone in the entire block of flats uses a tap, (maybe an exaggeration, but it feels like it) you either get scalded or else freeze.
I share with two other people, but sometimes it feels like there's only one other person here – Sarah, the pre-reg optometrist, is the one I have most contact with. Natasha (I think that's her name) is the other girl, but I hardly ever see hide or hair of her – she's either out, or else hiding in her room with her boyfriend. I haven't figured out if she's just really shy (she doesn't seem shy, though, the few times I've spoken to her) or just doesn't like the idea of sharing with people she didn't choose to share with/NHS staff. Sarah has come to the conclusion she's just really rude, since they never say hello (I think Natasha's joined at the hip to her boyf), and let the front door slam in her face when she was struggling up the stairs to our flat with bags of food shopping. But anyway. Sarah's cool – we and Sunil have been out a few times in the last week, we went to Frinton (the old-peoples' seaside ;) but it has a nice enough beach) yesterday, and had a Chinese picnic on friday night (we bought a takeaway and ate it out on the grass outside out flats), and... It's been a busy week.
ARGH, they just started playing that “Eamon: I don't want you back” on the radio – that single has gone onto my list of “turn the radio off NOW” songs. It bores hell out of me, I hate it... *grr*
Now I need to go off and learn how to use WS_FTP, since I want to update my site a bit and my browser seems to dislike ftp-ing (I used to use just that, last year, but I think the connection is too slow for my ISP here). *grr* And figure out how my new toy on the PC works – I'm going to learn digital painting if it kills me. The only thing that irritates me is the fact you can't turn the paper round.
Anyway. Signing off.
Anyway. Let's see. Started my new job last Monday, and all the “eek new job” feelings I'd been having just vanished so fast once I got in the swing of things. I'm already reasonably competent at using the computer system (ie making labels. Then correcting the stupid mistakes I made on them, like accidentally booking the medicine out to the wrong consultant and so on. Thankfully those are few and far between at the moment *touches wood* Good job I got all those years' practice at the Co-op and Sainsbury's :P). Tomorrow we have the hospital induction, which is going to be like a day off, since it's all the crap like pensions – and since I don't know if I want to spend the rest of my life working for the NHS, I'm not sure I want to have to worry about that, as the taxman swipes a big chunk of the money if you take it out sooner (ie if you change jobs). So blah.
Today it rained. Not that I'm complaining, I love the rain, especially a good thundery downpour. Just that bits of the hospital flooded, including the office in the dispensary *shifty eyes* I was working away, with my colleagues, and the rain started (thundery, you could hear it on the roof) and this voice pipes up “the flood's started!” and there was a bustle to get the mops and buckets. Apparently it does it every time it rains, it all just comes up through the floor. :| I love the quality of NHS buildings...
Hasn't been all that mentally taxing, today, but I'd rather it had been, I was walking around in a daze a lot of the day – didn't help that we had a department safety induction this morning, and my brain just refused to co-operate. I could feel myself drifting all the way through it – it wasn't because the person doing the talk was boring, because she wasn't doing too badly at making an incredibly dull subject interesting (manual handling (ie how to lift boxes safely), COSHH (Control Of Substances Hazardous to Health), fire safety... bleh), it was just that I never really woke up all morning (missed breakfast – it's true that you need to eat to keep your brain awake :P). By mid-afternoon I was nearly screaming for caffeine – I was getting withdrawal symptoms, my head was pounding (someone said it was the department air-con, as it does it to her, but I still think it had something to do with caffeine, as I was fine after a cuppa – made in the department's wonderful melting plastic cups. >:| ).
My new accommodation is pretty nice, too. I share a flat with two other girls – we share the bathroom, kitchen and lounge, but have our own individual lockable rooms and telephone lines and so on, which is a bit of a pain as it means we all have to have individual TV licenses (£112 >:| ). It's nice to be able to know everything's secure, though – after the house next to us a few years ago got burgled, the security has to be good for me to be happy, now. AND everything feasible to be turned off has to be turned off, so it can't catch fire while I'm not out (me = pyrophobe).
Anyway. Flat's nice – bathroom is a bit lethal, though. :P One of the hinges on the toilet seat is broken so it slides sideways on the bowl, and the shower is impossible to control the temperature on – to start with its impossible to get the temperature bearable to start with, then if anyone in the entire block of flats uses a tap, (maybe an exaggeration, but it feels like it) you either get scalded or else freeze.
I share with two other people, but sometimes it feels like there's only one other person here – Sarah, the pre-reg optometrist, is the one I have most contact with. Natasha (I think that's her name) is the other girl, but I hardly ever see hide or hair of her – she's either out, or else hiding in her room with her boyfriend. I haven't figured out if she's just really shy (she doesn't seem shy, though, the few times I've spoken to her) or just doesn't like the idea of sharing with people she didn't choose to share with/NHS staff. Sarah has come to the conclusion she's just really rude, since they never say hello (I think Natasha's joined at the hip to her boyf), and let the front door slam in her face when she was struggling up the stairs to our flat with bags of food shopping. But anyway. Sarah's cool – we and Sunil have been out a few times in the last week, we went to Frinton (the old-peoples' seaside ;) but it has a nice enough beach) yesterday, and had a Chinese picnic on friday night (we bought a takeaway and ate it out on the grass outside out flats), and... It's been a busy week.
ARGH, they just started playing that “Eamon: I don't want you back” on the radio – that single has gone onto my list of “turn the radio off NOW” songs. It bores hell out of me, I hate it... *grr*
Now I need to go off and learn how to use WS_FTP, since I want to update my site a bit and my browser seems to dislike ftp-ing (I used to use just that, last year, but I think the connection is too slow for my ISP here). *grr* And figure out how my new toy on the PC works – I'm going to learn digital painting if it kills me. The only thing that irritates me is the fact you can't turn the paper round.
Anyway. Signing off.
