Showing posts with label office weirdness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label office weirdness. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Fashion tips from Child Protective Services workers

Overheard at work:

"I don't wear much makeup. Usually just foundation. Unless I have to go to court or something and then I put on eyeliner."

Friday, October 14, 2011

E-mail amuses me

Dr. Analytic has decided to change his e-mail signature. After months of having it read
"Dr. Overly Analytic, MD, PhD
Medical Director, Random County Mental Health
Putting the 'fun' in 'dysfunctional' "
he has changed the last line to be a revolving selection of lyrics from 80s rock songs.

"Dr. Overly Analytic, MD, PhD
Medical Director, Random County Mental Health
Here we are, we're the princes of the universe!"
"Dr. Overly Analytic, MD, PhD
Medical Director, Random County Mental Health
It must have been cold there in my shadow"

Sunday, June 19, 2011

You brought WHAT to the potluck?

One of the therapists retired last week. As we usually do, the department threw her a going-away party. People brought lots of cakes and pies and side dishes.
And two golden retriever puppies.
They were about eight weeks old; at that stage where they're all fluffy and big-eyed but still waddle and occasionally fall over their own feet when they walk. I'm still not sure why they were there (or even who brought them) but they sure were cute!

Monday, June 13, 2011

Please tell me I didn't hear that

Lunch time gets interesting around here.
Therapist from Child & Family department: "Man! I hate dropping stuff on the floor here, because I have to pick it up!"
"You don't have to pick it up at home?" I asked.
"I do, but I have three dogs, so it usually gets eaten first."

Thursday, May 19, 2011

I love my co-workers?

During my break at work one stressful day, I called my husband. We had a nice chat, and I ended the call with my usual "I love you, bye."

I heard something behind me. Dr Warmnfuzzy was standing in the doorway to my office. "I love you too. Can you fax this prescription to OverpricedMeds?"

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

How to have a slow day

Lately I've been followed by a slew of nursing students. They spend the day with me at work, (in the words of one student's e-mail) trying to "figure out what mental health nurses do all day."
So far, every day on which I have been followed by a student has been extremely slow. It's like the opposite of the old superstition about saying "It's really quiet around here."
When I had a nursing student follow me last week, she got to watch me give one injection, return two phone calls, and fax four prescriptions to pharmacies. Over the course of four hours. No wonder she didn't come back after lunch!

Monday, May 9, 2011

Blood is hard to clean out of the carpet

I have a love-hate relationship with GoodbyeNurse. He's a good nurse and a much nicer person than I am. But there's also many days when he absolutely drives me up the wall--and I couldn't pinpoint the reason for love nor money. (Insert Freudian theory about transference/countertransference here.)

As with any co-worker, there's always a dynamic of competition that underlies our working relationship. Nothing overt, but it's always there. Consequently it was childishly gratifying when I announced my upcoming vacation and got the following response from the office goddesses:
"But that means we'll have GoodbyeNurse covering for you! I like you better!" the head of the clerical staff wailed.

As usual, I said the first thing that came to mind. "You guys will be fine. Remember, if you kill him, then I have to train a new nurse, and neither of us wants that!"

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Who took my pen?

I can be a bit absent-minded at times. Having a variable schedule that involves traveling between three different offices does not help. There's days when the only way I remember what town I'm supposed to be working in is because the clerical staff tells me.

I misplace a lot of things as well. I've lost everything from jewelry to eyeglasses, but ink pens are the most common lost object. (In a job interview, I once responded to the "what would your co-workers say is your worst trait?" question with "I never know where my pen is and steal theirs.") I compensate by collecting pens and stashing jars of them at all the offices where I work. As long as it writes, I'm not picky.

GoodbyeNurse has a different approach to ink pens. I walked into the County Seat RCMH office yesterday to find him sorting all the pens in the nursing office by color.

"I don't know why we have so many nonstandard pens!" he exclaimed.

Due to the lack of caffeine in my system, I was unable to come up with a response to his comment. I just stared at him.

He apparently took my slack-jawed silence for agreement. "I was taught in nursing school that blue and black ink are the only appropriate color for nursing documentation, so I don't know why we have so many different colors of pen."

"Maybe it's because most of this office's communication is via sticky notes. As long as they're legible, no one cares what color the ink is."

(In retrospect, I should have pointed out that all of our nursing documentation is done on the computer, so the color of the office ink pens is a moot point. Instead, I settled for taking all of the "nonstandard pens" and caching them in my other office, just in case.)