2005-03-25 - 10:15 p.m.
Thursday. Yesterday, this one should be pretty easy, right? Started the morning by being dropped off at work while mom ran to get the Easter ham. I have mixed feelings about holidays. Sure, it means good food and lots of it, but it also means hours spent with my family, trying to pretend that my primary desire isn't to escape to somewhere far away either alone or with someone who knows how to shut the fuck up.
Other than answering phone calls, transferring the hours of the nursing staff to their daily sign in sheets and logging outgoing and incoming doctor's orders, I spent the day making a list of all the signatures missing from the sheets from the point I was hired to 3-24, the current date. This wasn't terribly hard, since I'd already done this for January and gotten all those signatures, and since the Director of Staff Development made it her business to make sure the nurses were signing daily, and if they'd missed to get them to sign when she could. I don't know if she did this herself or if she was asked to, and I'd rather not ask her since the only person who could ask her would be mom. I don't like to think that my mommy is having people who get paid a lot more than I do and whose responsabilities are a lot greater than mine do my work for me (though to be fair, this IS how the previous receptionist did it). Flipside, I don't like the thought that my own mother thinks I'm failing in a responsability to keep the nursing staff up to date on their legally required signatures (which, depending on your outlook of things, I was).
So, I got that list together, then thinned the list a bit by getting some signatures from people who were working at the time, then gave a copy to my mom. Why? The day after was going to be payday. She already has them finish any charting they haven't done before they get sign for and receive their checks. May as well get them to sign once or twice more.
I also set up the computer at my desk again, back from loan to the Marketing Director and Admissions Coordinator since theirs sucked more than mine, and was refusing to run Excel. They got the old payroll computer, and I stole the old payroll computer's dedicated printer, since the new setup allows for printing on the network. Of course, my computer allowed for printing on the network too. But since pretty much everyone's printer allows for printing on the network, it makes it a bitch to print envelopes or labels. You put your shit in, and go to start your print job, and someone's printed their shit on your labels. Bastards. No, I can't imagine a more inane thing to write a diary entry about either. This entry stops now.
