Apocrypha...

So the latest shocker to my being came today when I found out that the 40-something guy that was hired to take over for M. doesn't have certification. Apparently he was military-trained, but in the world of acronyms that govern our laboratory, that simply won't fly for any unsupervised work. And he was supposed to be in charge of us at night? What the fuck were they thinking when they hired him?

M., it's all going to hell now that you're not full-time anymore.

Blood Bank training is progressing (I'm supposed to start my practical tomorrow), but I really hate how one day (or even one hour) I'll feel clever and "with it", but the next I feel like a clumsy moron who's doing it all wrong. It's really a biphasic environment, and I think it's part of why I really dislike being at Brack. I hope it doesn't persist through actually working in the Blood Bank, or I'll have to just go to being a generalist. I think that a big part of the ups and downs comes from the fact that in training they don't give you any background information on the patient. Age, condition, transfusion history...none of that. Whereas in the real world, you'd get it. At the very least, you'd have the diagnosis. And having that information makes a LOT of things make sense that are otherwise batshit crazy and random.

Royal Caribbean owes me money, and they have for the past three days. I've spent a lot of time on the phone with customer service reps, and it's been nothing but exhausting. Things have been spectacularly sucktastic this week, and with any luck they'll trudge along and get better. At least I've got a wedding shower to look forward to this weekend, right? Family time? Potential to bump into old crushes?

Something.