Week 28 of 48 is over, week 29 about to begin. Should be nicer re: shifts – only 5 this time, and only 2 weekend shifts versus 8 with 4 w/e shifts on equine surgery. Plus, being that I made the rota (or rather, I fed the rota-maker pasta, cookies and tea while she made the rota and I watched House) I haven’t been screwed this time. We didn’t give ourselves the superb shifts either – just fair ones. Although I demanded that my weekend shifts be night ones – yes, it means I may be woken up at 3am for a surgery but it means my day is free and thus I don’t lose my w/e. Plus both are Sats so if I am called in I definately get a day off to recover!
Enough about work. My new housemate is settling in well – we get on very well. She likes reading books, watching disney and comedy movies, cooking and cleaning. So far not one single thing she does irritates me. I actually need to step up my cleaning to avoid irritating her. The Rock-Chick housemate is still reclusive to a worrying degree – perhaps growing even more so, but Dolly gets on with new housemate well, so that’s all good.
I got really ratted off with Pansy and Filly on Friday. We were doing a practical and I had come to find them to let them know it was going on as they were working elsewhere. That was nice of me, considering the more people doing the practical the worse it was for the rest of us. I then had to go do something and missed part of the practical. When I returned, I asked them how to do something, and got totally ignored. I asked again – ignored. Ok, so they don’t know the answer, but some bloody recognition that I exist would be nice. Sod nice, they almost got a thump for their bloody behaviour. Wasn’t the first occasion of this ignoring or dismissing that had happened that day. I can’t stand it when people get fed up/stress and have a sense of humour failure (SOHF). I can’t see how being unable to cope with stress or boredom or frustration is a valuable quality in a vet. I’m looking forward to getting back to my old half where people weren’t selfish and where even if the day was the most shite in the world, they still had a smile at the end of it. I have heard that the other half of the group feels the same – so it’s probably that a large group is more selfish and 4 weeks of suffering male clinicians (very slow and sarcastic, but make up for it by being humerous too – unless you suffer a SOHF) results in the general increase of angst.
Bah – I said enough work. Today was a lovely classic Autumnal day – low yellow sun, cold, gusty. I mowed the lawn, hacked down a bush that was impinging on the path and managed to get my bike out of the falling-down shed with the aid of my car jack and a nearby tree (a suprisingly successful manouvre). I then reorganised and cleaned my kitchen cupboards and drawer and made a roast dinner. I have removed the 5 hours I spent at work from this explanation of today. Yesterday was a lie-in day (a genuine day off), followed by my parents visiting at 5pm to give me my scrubs (which I’d left at home and need for next week) and to measure the garage etc. They also brought some storage boxes and a hay rack for the rabbit so she’s now uber-organised (has more bloody belongings than me). Later on me and new housemate made pizza (she made the dough, we kneaded and topped our own) and watched Blues Brothers, which is utterly hilarious. Tonight we watched Ice Age.
Right, I need to go make a packed lunch for tomorrow and have a shower. TTFN!
