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A long week at an end.
18 years ago
This week was a bit odd.
A few of the highlights include a customer at my workplace accidentally cutting his scalp open and getting blood all over the place. None of the supervisors were available, since they all were on the phone when I tried getting in touch with them. Realistically speaking, from what I know of them, they were likely talking to their relatives on the phone. While the cut victim was being belligerent, I went straight for the first aid kit (despite being sleep deprived for the last three days due to neighbors who decide that 3 AM is the *perfect* time to start building and moving furniture). The thing was almost empty. No sterilizing agents of any kind, few bandages, and only a couple of sterile compresses. After some rummaging around, I gave up. I ended up using a paper towel and tap water to clean the wound, applied pressure, then scrounged some sterile gauze, applied a folded compress, and wrapped him in gauze to ensure that there'd be pressure on the wound, telling him to, despite what he'd want to do otherwise, to keep pressure on the injury site until he can get it properly looked at, sterilized, and tended. All the while being called useless, etc. and having to deal with the weird ass phone system at my workplace not allowing me to call any of the cab companies on an outside line. Fortunately, there was a medical center just around the corner, and after I got him to sit down, he was able to walk over there, since he wasn't badly injured, and seemed aware enough to find his way, lacking a concussion or the like. And yeah, I did an initial evaluation, like the books say I should. And wouldn't you know it, it was my very first shift there where I was the only one working.
A few days later, he returned and thanked me for helping, smiling quite a bit.
The lamination machine at work jammed up, and I spent hours taking the thing apart and putting it back together, accidentally burning my fingertips a little, and getting grease all over my hands. Turned out that someone put in the little laminated sheet through non-sealed side first, and had the heat turned up too high, causing the semi-molten plastic to stick to the rollers, unraveling, and then sticking to itself. Horrid mess, ended up cutting the plastic mess out with a knife.
Many of the customers are rather... dishonest, and constantly whine, trying to get cheaper prices from the ones posted.
Fortunately, when I ask my co-workers to help, they always do.
Emotionally, I've been a bit more affected by some things I've read. Notably, Zhuan Falun by Li Hongzhi, and Voyage From Yesteryear by James P. Hogan have left me feeling really odd and out of place. Strange books.
A few of the highlights include a customer at my workplace accidentally cutting his scalp open and getting blood all over the place. None of the supervisors were available, since they all were on the phone when I tried getting in touch with them. Realistically speaking, from what I know of them, they were likely talking to their relatives on the phone. While the cut victim was being belligerent, I went straight for the first aid kit (despite being sleep deprived for the last three days due to neighbors who decide that 3 AM is the *perfect* time to start building and moving furniture). The thing was almost empty. No sterilizing agents of any kind, few bandages, and only a couple of sterile compresses. After some rummaging around, I gave up. I ended up using a paper towel and tap water to clean the wound, applied pressure, then scrounged some sterile gauze, applied a folded compress, and wrapped him in gauze to ensure that there'd be pressure on the wound, telling him to, despite what he'd want to do otherwise, to keep pressure on the injury site until he can get it properly looked at, sterilized, and tended. All the while being called useless, etc. and having to deal with the weird ass phone system at my workplace not allowing me to call any of the cab companies on an outside line. Fortunately, there was a medical center just around the corner, and after I got him to sit down, he was able to walk over there, since he wasn't badly injured, and seemed aware enough to find his way, lacking a concussion or the like. And yeah, I did an initial evaluation, like the books say I should. And wouldn't you know it, it was my very first shift there where I was the only one working.
A few days later, he returned and thanked me for helping, smiling quite a bit.
The lamination machine at work jammed up, and I spent hours taking the thing apart and putting it back together, accidentally burning my fingertips a little, and getting grease all over my hands. Turned out that someone put in the little laminated sheet through non-sealed side first, and had the heat turned up too high, causing the semi-molten plastic to stick to the rollers, unraveling, and then sticking to itself. Horrid mess, ended up cutting the plastic mess out with a knife.
Many of the customers are rather... dishonest, and constantly whine, trying to get cheaper prices from the ones posted.
Fortunately, when I ask my co-workers to help, they always do.
Emotionally, I've been a bit more affected by some things I've read. Notably, Zhuan Falun by Li Hongzhi, and Voyage From Yesteryear by James P. Hogan have left me feeling really odd and out of place. Strange books.
Well, maybe some of the old Poul Anderson space opera-y stuff, which is fun. Hard to find for sale though, except at used bookstores these days. Any of the David Falkayne (Trouble Twisters, Mirkheim), or Earthbook of Stormgate will reaffirm one's sense of wonder and adventure, cool planetology and aliens that are interesting -people-, not just humans in funny suits acting goofy.
Hell at work week ... had a few, yeah, and there'll be doozies in the future too, but thankfully, they're usually pretty rare :>