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Over twenty hours with a surgeon who... well, friendly on the surface, but goes after people on the sly. My first year at this place, he tried to get me fired, and I had no idea he wasn't happy with my work. Until I found out - not so much. There is more to the story but I'll leave it there. I've worked with him a lot, but intermittently, over the past ten years, and not much in the past few by mere chance and the wisdom of charge nurses making assignments. I needed to know how to put together the new bed, so this week I got stuck. It hurts. It's tiring. His pop-hip-hop-bright music gives me a headache. At least other people at work have seen through his friendly façade, and it's not just me looking like I'm crazy. And a nurse who has been weirdly critical of me at times assured me that I am a "very good circulator." Almost worth it just for that revelation.

Dylan asked me how I was, and I replied, "Don't ask. Sent cat photos."



He nailed it.



Today, the RNs had to go in for a training on new smartphones. Yup, on a Saturday, there was much grumbling. They will be room and role assigned for the day, not personal phones, only personal login. Not to be taken home. We were reminded many times that all texts would be logged, and to "Keep them HR-friendly!" We did manage to have fun with this. Thankfully they edited the full class for how the OR will use it, and it was pretty painless. Getting around the main hospital to find the classroom was the worst part of it for all of us. This could be useful.

The Trainer sent us a group text as demonstration.

"There is cake in the lounge."

I wrote back, "The cake is a lie."

I don't know if anyone else got the joke.


And I got new shoes, both for work and everyday. Went to the running shoe place, since the old sports good store with shoes moved and no longer carries shoes anyway. But she found me some really, really good ones, and this may help my current knee pain. I'm making squeaking noises when I walk, or the shoes are. And it's already feeling better. TONS of cushioning.

Going to work on my resume tomorrow. If I can even cut down to 30 hours, I can make it.


Work is happening around the corner.

IN 2012, the red house on the right in back.



In May of this year.



Today.



Yeah, I don't know if they are dismantling it, or stripping it to the brick facade to rebuild or what. This is considered an historic district, so probably the latter.


Addendum: Worked on my resume today, for the first time in over eleven years. Daunting, but it feels gooooooood.