Oh, BTW you're Rude!

One of the rudest things people do to their pets care givers is the “oh, by the way...”


Oh, I brought my other dog along it’ll just be quick; he hasn’t peed in 3 days.

Oh, I know he is scheduled for his shots but he has this open wound on the back of his leg, he has really bad allergies and peeing in the house. I know I said on the phone that nothing was going on but I remembered on the way in today that I wanted to talk to the Vet about these things.

I figured since I was bringing the one pet in I would bring them all in and see what every one is due for. Um Ma’am we only have time for one and not 3 animals it’s only a 20 minute appointment.

Do people make appointments with their MD and just bring in the other child just for a quick check???

Do people think that little of our time?? We pride ourselves on not making our clients wait. People seem to get cranky (rightfully so) if they have to wait 30mins for a 20 min appointment.

Also when you make an appointment and say several times that you are bringing 2 dogs at 9am and absolutely must be done by 9:40 don’t show up at 10 after 9 and cop an attitude.

I need a week off.

I don’t really take vacations. I visit Eddie in Lansing for a weekend or two a year. I have Convergence in July but as fun as that is I wouldn’t call it a completely relaxing experience. The shore isn’t as relaxing and stress free as it was when I was younger. I need one of those don’t go anywhere and putter around the house kind of vacations. Me, the cats, awful TV and no where to be. I have hit my stress limit. Everything is stressing me out and I think a week of sleeping in might just help.


I don’t get that much vacation time and it is tied to my sick time. I can’t afford to take a week off but my tax returns might be just what I need to take the time. I am also moving in March and neeeeed to get my apartment together. I have to decide what I can live without for short-term, long-term and what will go away forever. Taking a week to sort things on my terms will also reduce stress.

Just talked to the boss… It’s just a matter of getting my shifts covered.

Dear Jerk Dog Owner

Dear Jerk Dog Owner,


We haven't seen your dog in over 9 years. We do not have a legal relationship with you or your "poor suffering dying dog". Yes I understand that you think your dog has an ear infection. You tell me that it is all black inside the dog’s ear and that cleaning isn’t working. My advice to you? Take it to a vet. How about one you have seen more recently than us? You just said that you can’t(wont) bring her to a vet, that you are waiting for her to just die, she can’t breath very well but don’t want her to suffer over something like an ear infection.

When I tell you what you are doing is like calling a random doctor you found in the phone book telling them you have diagnosed yourself with something and begging for pills, I am not joking or making things up.

Saying things like how >I< am going to “just let the dog suffer” is not going to help your cause. I told you the guilt thing wasn’t going to work. These are not my choices. I told you in plain English that if this was happening to you, you would take yourself to the doctor. This is the choice >you< are making for your “poor suffering dying dog” NOT ME.

F--- You,
Heather

Dear Poor Innocent Dog,
I am sorry your owner is a douche-knuckle. I really wish I could help end your suffering if it is as bad as Jack Ass tried to get me to believe. I know you must be at home fighting for each breath and just wishing someone make it stop. I send positive vibes your way and want you to know its ok to let go and pass on.

With a heavy heart
Heather

Damn straight

There is one toxic element to my work life and that is Negative Nancy with whom I work with on Wednesdays. She is one of those people who one ups you with every story. She can’t get a long with anybody and she can be down right rude to clients for no reason. And she doesn’t like me, and this is ok with me. She is also closing in being the queen of passive aggressive. She didn’t feel I was doing my part so she emptied all the garbage cans but instead of replacing the bags and putting them away she set each can in the center of their rooms. I told my boss about it and she asked if I felt like drawing faces on my “sad little trash can army”. It is pretty sad the lengths she goes to. She also likes to mutter under her breath at me because “I have been in the field for 16 years” blah blah blah. Last week I told her to knock it off and keep it in her head I was tired of dealing with it. I have also discovered (and failed at the last few weeks until today) was that the #1 way to piss her off is to be in a good mood. She hates that I get along not only with the vet that owns the clinic but the relief vet who works on Wednesdays.

There was a threat that I was going to have to work with her 5 days this week (normally it’s 1) but thankfully my boss decided she and I could handle things just us 2 for Monday, Tuesday and Thursday. I did a dance.

I love my job, I love 97% of our clients, I’ll be damned if one dark cloud is going to bring me down!!

Externship week one

Monday I came in at 11am. Dr. William, Sam the tech and I went over the externship outline and figured out how we wanted to start things out. After lunch I went in on 3 appointments, I restrained for 2 jugulars and restrained for a drain removal on Joey the pug. I ran and logged results for 4 4DX tests (heartworm). I even got to answer the phone and put a client on hold.

Tuesday is surgery day. We had 3 on the schedule, 2 dog spays and a dog neuter. I restrained for catheter placement and intubation for the spays. I scrubbed for all 3 surgeries. The front desk person Sue went on break while we were doing the neuter so when the phone would ring or a client came in to buy food I was left in charge of monitoring the anesthesia and waking him up.

Thursday is also surgery day. We had one TPLO surgery on the schedule and a possible dental with extraction and a possible x-ray with sedation. The dental was a pug who had been at a kennel for 9 days and when the owners had picked him up and found that he has lost 4 pounds and his face was swollen and he was bleeding from the nose and gums and had an abscessed tooth. He had come in on Wednesday and saw the relief vet who scheduled him for the extraction. Dr. Willam looked at the pug’s blood work and decided that what he needed was another week on the antibiotics before he would be put under anesthesia. The lab came in with a possible torn cruciate ligament, from jumping off the deck while chasing squirrels, the owner was hoping the orthopedic surgeon that was coming in for the TPLO would take a look. The surgeon did look at the lab and decided yes the dog had a torn cruciate and there was no need for the x-rays. I shaved for the TPLO, but otherwise I just observed. A Chihuahua, Abby with congestive heart failure, came in because she was breathing heavy so while the surgery was going on I was going back and checking on her and updating the Dr. Joey the pug returned that afternoon because the abscess had returned. The Dr. and I masked the pug down and she reinserted the drain. Sam the tech is pregnant and she couldn’t be in the room so I got to be the one monitoring Joey. I ran 4 more 4DX tests and even set up 2 fecals and scanned them after Sam had. I dispensed medication for Joey.

Saturday, I did less because it was all relief people who don’t work at the clinic on a regular bases. Dr. Anderson was the vet and he does this differently than Dr. Willam. We had a euthanasia and I learned how they bag and tag the departed. Peggy, one of the techs, let me scan a fecal and she checked it to tell me if I had missed something. I dispensed medication for 2 clients. I also learned more about the computer program they use to keep records and print med. labels. I restrained a cat while Dr. Anderson gave vaccines and microchipped. I gave the client information regarding the registration process of the Home Again microchip.

The people I am working with really seem to enjoy what they are doing and are being so cool about letting me jump in and do stuff.

Really? You're How Old?

When did being rude, completely disrespectful and demanding become the normal way to treat other people? I just don’t understand. I work and go to school with people ranging in age from 18-60 and I cannot believe the nerve of some people. They barge in the office, run in to people and don’t even bother to say “excuse me”. Yes it is a maturity thing, not an age thing. I have people barking at me with no regard for what I am doing at the time. I see students falling asleep in class, giving teacher attitude because they aren’t being spoon fed answers and they have to think and look things up on their own. I don’t understand. I understand that the only one affecting my grades is me. My attitude and my willingness to put effort in to my classes are what get me the grades I get. The teachers treat the students like employees in a clinic and students, they should be shown the respect you would give not only a teacher but also a coworker and I don’t see that nearly enough. It’s a failure to see the bigger picture. I get so angry when I see my teachers get attitude from people not willing to put in the effort. Like somehow it’s the teacher’s responsibility to hold the hands of ADULTS who should know by now how to do things on their own. The self-centeredness you see in 3 year olds I see in grown adults.



Ridiculous

I am back… and damn I have missed me

Back at the start of the quarter I switched one of my meds and that was the biggest mistakes I could have made. This was the quarter I was taking Surgery and Anesthesia, where we assist with REAL animal surgeries. I also started working at school as an Animal care supervisor, not a good time to be messing with the status quo. The new meds seriously messed with my head. I was edgy and had a very short fuse. I didn’t like the way it made me feel and I was basically withdrawing from everything and when I wasn’t at school I was sleeping. I would make myself stay awake till Rob got home at 630 and would be in bed and asleep by 8 and would sleep straight through to my alarm. On weekends I would go to bed at 7 and sleep till 10am and take naps in the afternoon. I didn’t want to hang out with anyone and the biggest clue things were getting bad was the fact that I wasn’t excited at all for Halloween. If you know me you know I LIVE for carving pumpkins. That is when I couldn’t take it anymore and went back to the doctor and switched back. It was awful. Once I started to feel better I realized how much I was enjoying my classes and LOVE my job.
Over the last few weeks I have been going out, hanging with friends and just having a good time. I have seen Drew more in the last two weeks then I had in the last 3 months. It was when I was with Drew at DWI that I was once again being myself and happy, and it felt good to be me. I even got Rob to go out this weekend it was great. Kate I cursed you last week, I REALLY wanted to go out and get beer and I was striking out with all my boys and Rob was giving me the stink eye about all my options being boys and I was like “damn you Kate why did you have to go and move on me!!!” but that is ok he got over it. Being me is good. I am looking forward to having 2 weeks off from school (even though I will be working at school) and the start of the new quarter.

Frodo part 3

Thursday morning I came in extra early because it was surgery day, I walked into the office and all of Frodo’s stuff was still sitting there. Crazy lady never showed up to get him. The other animal care supervisor called her the night before at 830 when she still hadn’t showed up and the lady said she would be in to pick him up at 9am. As hard as it was to leave him the night before I was really hoping he wouldn’t be there when I came in. I of course went and got him out of his kennel, he looked just as bad. So to shorten the story I put him in a basket and brought him into class with me and set him up so we could keep an eye on him while we were doing surgery, lucky me I was the circulating tech so I didn’t have to scrub in and could see him. Every time the vet walked through class my heart sank, I knew she was coming in to take my cat. 9 o’clock rolled around and she wasn’t there, then at 1130 the vet came in a picked up his basket, I was washing tools from the first surgery, she has finally come to pick him up.

I carried fordo to the office she was there and she there and so happy to see him. The vet explained that his condition was being caused by over medication, and because his was over medicated there was no way to do surgery on him and doing so would most likely kill him. The crazy lady said she understood and that he would be off the meds as soon as the undistended testicle so the vet went over it again. At that point I wanted to puke I couldn’t believe that I had to hand this cat back to her, I put Frodo in his basket and put him on the desk and walked out. I knew if I stayed in the room I was going to hit her or run out to my car with him. The vet came and found me when she was gone and apparently at the end of the conversation crazy lady said that Frodo had an appointment the next day to “evaluate the meds” and the vet said that it sounded like she was trying to say whatever she thought the vet wanted to hear. I cried but there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.

The next Monday
Crazy lady brought in more cats, when I asked her about Frodo she told me the vet she took him to on that Friday had done the surgery, once again I almost puked. A good vet NEVER would have put him under, she must not have a good vet. I asked when he would be available for adoption, she hemmed and hawed and came up with a week. grrrrrrr

The Monday after that
Crazy lady brought more cats, I asked about Frodo and she told me that had him almost weaned off all his behavior meds.

Do I believe he’s ok? No, I just have my fingers crossed that he is ok and that they will adopt him to someone else. I miss my little guy and in his honor I am working my ass off to find another cat rescue for us to use. Crazy lady is the last on the list when we need animals, and as you can tell we had to use her.

Frodo part 2

Wednesday
I came in to check on the animals and Frodo just looked miserable. I picked him up and he didn’t move, pull back, or even make a noise. I wrapped him in a towel and took him into the office. When our vet came in she asked if he had eaten anything and when I said no she ran next door and bought two cans of tuna. We opened one and he sniffed it but wouldn’t get up on his own to eat it. So we just moved it and he licked it but wouldn’t take any bites, if I put a chunk in his mouth he wouldn’t chew it he would just swallow it. The vet tried calling the rescue again and left another message, she then went and got the pill bottles that his pills came in and called that vet to get a copy of his records. Just after that the rescue lady called back and when the vet asked about his temperament she told her just responded with “well I’ll just come pick him up” and wouldn’t answer the question she also didn’t like that we had called the other vet to get his history. That was when she said she had to go pick up abandoned kittens and she would be there in the afternoon to pick up Frodo.

After that we received his record and from reading it not only had the “foster home” had him for more than a year they had moved him with them from Florida, he had been on one of his meds for over a year and the other one for 8 months. They had tried to take him off the meds but he started spraying again and back on the meds he would go. Once they realized that he still had a testicle they should have shifted his treatment from inappropriate urination to retained testicle, with the spraying/marking of a sexually mature male. At the end of the record it had “owner says Frodo will be neutered by a friend”. This doesn’t sound like a rescue cat, it sounds like crazy rescue lady was trying to pull one over on us and get a free neuter on a cat that was in no condition to be a candidate by claiming he was a rescue. Frodo also had trouble keeping his eyes open, the vet had her class do an eye stain to look for lesions and he had one in his right eye. They also gave him subcutaneous fluids. For the rest of the afternoon Frodo came with me everywhere, I had him on a board that I carried him on and would syringe feed him in between whatever I was doing. At 2 and she still hadn’t picked him up I made a space on the floor in the office where I had Frodo on my lap and I could study/do homework for my classes. We sat there for a few hours and at one point I realized that he was purring, I couldn’t hear him but I felt it. The idea of sending him home with the people who let him get into this state really angered me. I am convinced that his “favorite towel” wasn’t his favorite, Frodo just didn’t have the strength/energy move once he was on it. We joked about ways to keep them from taking him. I just didn’t trust these people, he didn’t become underweight and almost catatonic in the 3 days that we had him. I stayed at school until 6pm waiting for him to get picked up. I wanted to just bring him home, but I left him and that was one of the hardest things to do. I called my husband and cried, I wanted Frodo so bad. Yes I wanted to keep him as a “forever” pet, but more than that I wanted to take him, make him better, learn his real personality and then see him in to a good home mine or otherwise. It killed me to think that wasn’t going to be what was going to happen to him.

YIPPIE!!!!!!!

It's done!

I did it!!!

I got the job!!!!!!

I have my first animal related job. I am a Veterinary Assistants. My first day is on Tuesday.

:::::::::::dancing:::::::::::::

The end

I figured it was about time to finish the story. So as the spaghetti sauce is bubbling (thank you Greg!!!) I’ll knock it out.

I finish my night out. I think I talked to Rob and my parents a couple dozen times by the time I finally went to bed. At this point the plan was to wait until Sunday when the four of us got together for pizza to figure out the financials and how long I should give them if I give them any time.

Friday September 14th
On my way in I talked to mom and dad again and Dad and I decided that if I was going to do it I should do it today. I mean why stress myself out over the weekend if we knew I was going to quit. I pulled myself together and convinced myself I was going to give The Boss my notice during the first of our newly implemented “Daily operations meetings”. He comes in we talk over all the things that were going to do to get the paid spots back on track and how great things will be when we all start working together… yeah I chickened out. COMPLETELY. I don’t know why but I couldn’t do it. Well that meeting was at 130 and Rob was still sleeping so I waited to call him at 4 and after talking with him for a bit I decided, fuck it. I was going to find The Boss tell him I would work through September 29th and then I was done. I find him in the mail room and told him that I just couldn’t work here any more. He asked me how long I would give him I told him the time frame and he gets that look and says “you know heather it’s professional to give two weeks.” To that I respond “Yesterday it wasn’t going to be any and the people who’s opinion has the most influence on me still don’t want me to give you that much.”. He mentioned something about me working part for the first week of October because Manger would still be gone and I told him I would think about it but with school it might be tough. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I made my round of calls announcing my reversal of chicken-ness. Then I made the hardest call of the whole ordeal. I called Manager. I knew he wasn’t leaving town until the next morning and I wanted to talk to him before I was gone and before he could hear it from anyone else. That sucked. I like Manager. He wasn’t meant to be a manger he was meant to be a master control op. We were TV people. He had a long time in broadcast TV before public access. We had a great time talking about “real TV” and the fun that only live TV brings out. We both miss it, and we both wanted out. I just got there first. I almost started crying.

That was the worst of it. The next week was smoother then I thought it would be. I made manuals for their next victim with as much information as I could. All the things that they failed to tell me as I started working there. Coworker gave me the best going away gift… he went home sick on Thursday. So my last 2 days were Coworker free.

So that is the end of my life at that job. I am looking for a new job. Hopefully something at a vet clinic. Right now I am enjoying the struggles of being a full time student.

Ahhh… it’s so good to be done.

Downfall Part 3

Thursday September 13th (Happy Birthday Andrew)

I come in to work expecting The Boss to be as angry as I am because we have all these spots to make up. I mean finally something tangible I can point to and say you were told 3 times that things had to be done and you refused and now you have cost us money. But no. When I came and asked if The Boss had talked to Coworker he said no and didn’t understand why he needed to. So I explained again with a timeline of all the added work I have had to do and he agreed to have a sit down. We had our staff meeting first, and Coworker failed to go like he always did. For some reason Coworker gets away with not going to the mandatory weekly staff meetings, I guess if I am there from our department why should he go. Anyway we had the staff meeting and then The Boss agrees to go get Coworker for a meeting about the spots. I finally get to my email and there is a response to the one detailing the issues and he says “thank you for doing that for me I’ll use the software from now on” that flipped me out. I didn’t DO anything FOR him. No sorry for making more work for you, or an explanation as to WHY he didn’t do what he was told to do. I show this to The Boss and he asks me if I am calm enough to have this meeting but I know that if we don’t do it now it will never happen. I did my best to pull myself together and into the meeting we went.

The Boss starts in with the simple questions. How are things with The Manager on vacation. Coworker – great, great we are getting things done. Things are great.
The Boss – and the trade spots they are all airing as scheduled?
Coworker – yep. They are starting tomorrow, so it’s all good. (cheesy double thumbs up)
Me – Um no.
Coworker – what do you mean? They are starting tomorrow.
Me – they started last week but because you didn’t do your schedules like you were told to the spots that were scheduled haven’t aired.
The Boss – and how did that happen.
Coworker went in to some reason about how he didn’t know that they were running. I interrupted and said that he did he was told before he left, and if he had forgotten, if he had read my many emails when he got back he would have also known that. Coworker then said that he was confused on how do things and that it “wasn’t high on his list of priorities” That is when I started shaking. I stood up to get a cup of water in hopes of calming down, yeah that didn’t work. So as I am standing there drinking my water and shaking Coworker asks The Boss why am I so mad, why am I acting like he just slapped me in the face. I asked him if he was so confused why didn’t ask on Monday. His answer? Why didn’t I talk to him about it on Tuesday. Why? Because I mistakenly thought he was doing his job and I didn’t have to check. I was shaking even harder at this point and that is when he said it…
Coworker – you’re crazy, you know that you are fucking crazy.
I turned to The Boss and said I am not going to sit here and listen to this I will be in your office. And I left, I wigged out in The Boss’s office and called Rob crying. I’d had it. I just couldn’t deal. I was literally hiding under The Boss’s desk so that people couldn’t see me from the window in his office. I could hear Coworker yelling about how I fuck up too and that all I am doing is trying to get him fired. After I got Rob all worked up, I called mom and got her all worked up then I called dad. It was after talking to dad that I was given the means and opportunity to quit. So I called Rob back told him what dad said, then there was the conversation, do I walk out? do I give some sort of notice? Should I not quit? The one thing we all wanted me to do was walk in say fuck you and go home. We also knew as great as that would feel it wouldn’t be the smartest thing. So Rob and I agreed we would wait and talk things over, go over to mom and dad’s talk things over with them and then decide. That whole process of phone calls took about 45 minutes all the while Coworker and The Boss were still in the conference room but the raised voices had gone away. I went downstairs to move my car and talk to the girls. A little while later The Boss comes and finds me and asks me to go back upstairs and finish the conversation. But first he has to lecture me about how unprofessional walking out of the meeting was and that all I did was interrupt him. When I asked if things were going to change he said that he was going to do daily meeting with us. As if that was going to help anything. Were there going to be any direct consequences for people not doing there jobs?? “it’s not about who does the job, as long as it gets done” that is when I gave up. It doesn’t matter then Coworker has twice failed to show up for work because things got done. So I just agreed with every thing he said, I would go up and let Coworker apologize bite my tongue. It went just as I thought I’m sorry, lets work together, it’s us against them blah blah blah BLAH!

He went home.. I went back to work and contemplated quitting…

Downfall Part 2

Saturday September 8th
I come in to work. The spots have been edited and I now have to make sure that they get scheduled. I update the programming software and now I need to check the schedules to make sure they landed in the right places. The ones on my channels line up fine, then I check his. Not only do the spots not match up right, but the programs that are scheduled to air this next week don’t match. I had to completely rebuild his stuff not once… but twice because the first time around was just fixing the spots because once again he didn’t use the programming software it wasn’t until I was done with the spots that I noticed the programming wasn’t right. I spent all day Saturday and a good portion of Sunday fixing his “everything is done, through the new software, everything is perfect, you wont even have to look at it while I am gone. It’s great we are all on the same page” shit. Really, why lie? I just don’t understand. I understand being lazy. I don’t understand lying

The rest of the week goes by with out issues, because Manager and I know how to balance out all the work.

Jackass came back on Sunday the 16th. Manager and I did everything up to the 16th but not beyond. Figuring he read the 4+ emails I sent detailing every step of my days spent covering his crap.

Monday, I didn’t work I was taking the first half of my Medical Terminology final.

Tuesday I had class then came in to work. The first day I worked with Coworker and everything seemed to be in order. I wasn’t really in the mood to talk so I stayed in my cube until 4 when coworker leaves for the day.

Wednesday I had the second half of my Medical Terminology final. We got done at 1030 and my friend and I were waiting around until 11 so we could go get Chinese for lunch before I had to head for work. Normally I have class until 11, my cell rings at 1045. I see it’s work and I figure only Manager would be calling and he would only call if it was REALLY urgent. So I answer.

Me - hello?
Coworker – Did I wake you?
Me – no, I’m in class
Coworker – oh I am sorry
Me – what is going on?
Coworker – I can’t find this tape, it airs on Saturday is the Somali Show the same as Mount Olive?
Me – are you kidding me? No they don’t even air on the same channel (one is a Somali news type show and the other is a church service and look nothing alike)
Coworker – Oh
Me – I am hanging up now.

It was WEDNESDAY!!!!!!!!!! And I was going to kick some major ass if he had called the house, Rob was sleeping because he was on night shift that week and to wake him up for a tape that airs in 3 days. Lucky for him he didn’t. When I got in I pitched a bitch. I learned that manager was even in the building at the time, there was no reason on earth he should have called me. Manager informed Coworker to raise the bar about what it takes to call someone at home. GRRRRRRR

At 7 I was cleaning our computer of old files because I was going to export new ones and I hate having files I don’t need in my on air folders. I open the folders for Coworker’s channels, and they are empty. Now there should have been files for Sunday, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday that would have been exported had he done them through the new software. Nope. So I had to call Manager at home, I figured this warranted a call to someone at home. NONE of the paid trade spots that were scheduled to air aired. Over 30!!!! That I now had to figure out how to make them good with out screwing up my reports. Manager had me delete all the work he had done and write an email detailing what I had found and what Coworker was going to do to fix the situation coping The Boss. You see… Manager was officially on vacation he is scheduled to be gone until October 8th…. Next the day it all went down.

The Start of the Downfall

Wednesday September 5th
I come into work and Manager had called in sick. No big deal. Coworker leaves a note detailing all the work he has done to set things up for the next few days. I think it’s odd, because it sounds like he is setting things up for his vacation but that doesn’t start until Sunday. I know that because it is written on the calendar we keep right in front of us.

Thursday September 6th (Happy Birthday Patrick)
I walk into our area at work and see that things haven’t changed from where I had left them the night before. I ask Manager “where the fuck is Coworker?”. Now mind you I come in to work at 2, coworker is scheduled from 8-4. Manager says, it’s his first day of vacation. Um… no it’s not it starts on Sunday. Manager pull up his vacation request form and hey.. look at that it starts on Sunday. 5 minutes before our weekly staff meeting Manager calls dumbass and informs him he should have been at work. During the staff meeting we come to find out that there 4 trade spots that should have been edited together by now and ready for me to start scheduling. That was the first I had heard of it. Guess who was to do the editing??/ yuppers, dumbass. The Boss says Coworker has had all the pieces to put them together for over a month, when is he going to be in because we need these on the air literally last week as some of the contracts are up at the end of the month. Answer… Sunday the 16th. The boss wigs out and assigns them to someone else so they can on the air by Sunday the 9th. This makes me smile because that might mean Coworker might maybe get in trouble. We get back to MC and there is a message on Manager’s voice mail. “hi, someone called me. I am not sure what’s up… call me back” he either failed to listen to the message or we has playing innocent. Manager calls him back and they have a discussion about the fact that he isn’t on vacation yet and that he has to come in to work on Friday to make up for the fact that he failed to show up and BTW all hell broke loose in the staff meeting because the spots aren’t done. Coworker claims and I quote “I wasn’t sure what days I was to work this week or not and I thought my vacation started today” even though it was written on 3 calendars that we walk past countless times a day. I got EXTREMELY giddy and went in to The Boss’s office and informed him that Coworker will be in tomorrow because he wasn’t supposed to gone today. That made The Boss mad and I truly thought that something was going to happen. He hadn’t shown up, called or informed anyone that it was his intent to be gone. Any NORMAL work place would have thrown the book at an employee if they failed to show up for work. I had a glimmer of hope when The Boss kicked me out of MC so that he and Manager could have a conversation about “how this happened”. An hour later I was allowed back in to MC and Manager. Manager told me that The Boss was going to talk to Coworker about his behavior. Sad thing was I knew that wasn’t going to happen. The Boss had meetings on Friday and if he didn’t talk to him then he never would. Talk about deflating. Not only was there going to be no repercussions I was now going to have to look at Coworker on my one of two days without him. I hate that!

Friday September 7th
I checked my email before I left for work and there was an email from Coworker listing all the things I did wrong or left out the night before. The sad part is it was all the normal things I leave for myself to do. I am the last one out on Thursday night and the only one on Friday and Saturday, so anything I set out or leave out is meant for me and no one else. Just because he had to come in on his day off is not my problem. I called Manager I told him I had refrained from sending a smartass reply, I figured it would only cause me trouble. I came in to work and guess what??? No one talked to Coworker GRRRRR.
Side story… a year a go we bought new programming software that is meant to schedule programming, track paid spots and it publishes our program schedules to our website. In that time Coworker has all but refused to learn it. (We have 5 channels that we air and Coworker is in charge of 2 of them.) We started with 3 trade spots in March and Coworker was told then that he HAD to use the new software… period. He did for about a week and then considered that one week as a template. The software randomly schedules the spots for separation so they don’t air at the same time every day. So from March until September what the tracking software said was not what actually aired on his channels and the web looked as if we had no programming on his channel.
The 4 trade spots that Coworker was supposed to edit were scheduled to start airing that Sunday. Coworker was once again told again that everything is to be done through the new software period. That was his one and only priority for that day. I stayed at my cube until 5 minutes before Coworker was leaving. I walk in and he tells me “everything is done, through the new software, everything is perfect, you wont even have to look at it while I am gone. It’s great we are all on the same page” off he goes and I am just thankful I am not going to have to see him for over a week. Then I came in to work on Saturday…..

oh well

looks like I am going to be getting the cold shoulder at work this week. I am getting formal emails from my other coworkers. This is what was sent to this morning.

I regret to inform everyone that Heather Keen has resigned her position effective the end of the day Friday September 28. Please wish her well as she continues with school and other endeavors.
The Boss

I guess I will have a whole weekend off before school starts. I can live with that. hee hee that means that Coworker will have to work straight through from the 29th to October 8th. Hope he learns how to do his job in that time.

the Story of CoWorker part 3

Alrighty. Here is the long winded story. I am going to do this in two parts. Coworker part 3 and then the lead into the day in which all hell broke loose and I put in my notice.

Since our last installment of the never ending coworker saga there have been several developments. The bank took his house. That by itself was a blessing as the phone calls from his mortgage company stopped. But then the new phone calls started. “um… yeah I am calling about the AC unit I saw on craigslist.com….” so being the smart gal that I am I went to craigslist and did a search for the phone number for our department and what do I find??? A total of seven listings, AC units, his $800 recliner (you know the ones with the built in fridge, phone, and message) with an asking price of $75, stove, refrigerator, washer, dryer and one for $10 for a whole list of kitchen items. He was selling everything in his house. I even found one with a story about 7-10 pairs of brand new jeans that his dead brother bought before he lost his battle with cancer and that his dead brother would want them to “go to a good home where they can get some use and they are only $5”. When I asked Manager he said that coworkers family lives out of state and that in the 7 years coworker has worked here he has never asked for funeral leave. So either the jeans are over 7 years old or he made up the story. I am guessing he made it up. Also while reading his posts I noticed he put a time to call using our number listed 2 hours in to my shift. I informed Manager and he in turn told jackass not to have people call after he leaves. Did that stop them? No. I just told anyone who called that whatever they were calling about was sold. The funny thing is in cleaning out of his house coworker offered me his roommates old fish tank. I don’t know if it was his to give but I wasn’t about to say no to a free fish tank. I will put up pictures of the tank as Rob built a beautiful stand for it. After the sale he moved out of his house and has moved in with 3 guys who had an ad also on craigslist. They have no idea what they are in for. I would say that now that he doesn’t have a mortgage paying rent should be easy… but he wasn’t paying his mortgage and was still borrowing money from his friends. A week after he moved into his new place I walked into he was all upset. I asked what was up. That was when he told me Ann had just dumped him without warning. Now I kinda knew about Ann. She would call all the time and she was always very nice. She was also the one who would drive him around and I later found out it was her cell he would use to call in sick. My guess is she just got tired of his shit. Not 3 days after he got dumped I got a call from our former receptionist because she had gotten a call from the chick he screwed over before she moved away. Apparently, coworker called The Girl and said that Ann and he had broken up and that all he really wanted was to be with The Girl and he wanted her to please move back to MN. She told him “no thank you, I have a man”, you go girl!!!! So now that he wasn’t staying with Ann all the time he FINALLY got a cell phone. He was still as angry as ever but at least he has a phone.

Yikes

all of my test/classes are over until 10/1. I got 1 A and 2 B's. and then I have the worst day in the history of my employment at my current job.

Big changes are about to take place. keep your fingers and toes crossed for me. I promise next week I will have more details.

for now I am going to finish this beer, watch one more Judge Judy then I am going to crawl in to bed and try to get a good night sleep.

Evil Elevator Lady

the Evil Elevator Lady has struck again!!! a girl from my office was coming up to the 2nd from the 1st floor and she was carrying a camera (like a tv news camera), a light kit, and wearing high heels and EEL informed her that there are stairs and if you are only going on floor you need to walk.

Apparently EEL feels safe enough that no one is punch her between her beady little eyes

Lazy and proud!

Ok.... I was standing in the elevator lobby waiting to take a bunch tapes down one floor minding my own business when this lady walked in to the elevator lobby when the down light dings and she says...
Lady: You know there are stairs right
Me: um... yeah
Lady: it's only one floor. You could just walk.
Me: excuse me Bitch, my knee doesn't want to take the stairs

Then she had the nerve to look offended that I called her a bitch. She just called me fat and lazy and she was shocked that I said something in response.

I am glad I live in the land of Minnesota Nice.... Bitch

Monday continued…

I managed to get my running done with enough time to get home and see my hubby before he went off to work (his shift was 1p-1a that day) and then at 1p I met up with Bret for lunch. The funny thing about Bret is that when we worked together we never hung out. He invited Rob & I to a post WSS party and then to a new years party at his place. Both times were parties and we never really got to sit and talk. We knew basics and I thought he was a cool guy, but that was it. What was only supposed to be lunch turned out to be an all day beer fest. We sat and talked for 4 hours before we left the bar and ended the evening at the house sitting on the front porch finishing off what beer I had in the house. It was really cool. Bret is TV people, I’m TV people, and we share a lot of the same reason for being TV people. It is always fun to talk about the rush of being a part of something that could all go to hell at any moment. I will always love talking about being part of live TV. Bret finally took off just before midnight. My ass was worn out Tuesday, and we will have to do that again sometime… it just will not be when I have to get up and go to school and work the next day.
Love that boy!