So, last night I had a really hard shift, it wasn’t that there was lots to do, but somehow both me and Daisy, the other HCA, were both complaining that our legs hurt at the end of the shift. It’s a long-strangely shaped ward which needs lots of walking around – I think that’s why I was knackered. Anyway, stayed late because they suddenly became busy (wards do that), hopped on the bike and headed home.
Half way home I found that the speedo had stopped working. Sighing internally while trying to work out which gear I was in and therefore what speed I was doing, I thought about the most expensive single part on my ‘zed. The speedo drive. Only winning ‘most expensive’ because it appeared to have been destroyed at 65kms.
I got home. Lauren told me the Bank office had phoned and said I’d not turned up. And then said… “ward 11”. Well, no, I’d not been on Ward 11, because I’m not booked for Ward 11. *rolls eyes*.
Mind you, Ward 10 were suprised to have two HCAs, but also had down a Katie. Which is close enough to be me. Bleh. It wouldn’t suprise me if the Bank office had got it wrong, or booked me for two wards simultaneously. Then I tried to ring my old ward to talk to my mentor, and lo… no answer.
Anyhow, I wasn’t in the greatest of moods by now, and procedeed to stomp and whine around the house. Especially when the supplier I’d ordered the new processor for my system from decided to, well, not send me a confirmation of order e-mail – and also showed me as not having a username. Both of these, it turns out, are normal. I found out in my productive morning that they don’t create an account for you, you HAVE to remember your order number and they don’t send an e-mail confirmation. Fortunately the guy on the phone informed me that my Athlon is shipped and winging its way toward me at this very moment.
However, on the less positive front – the chain on the bike – I didn’t twig when I put it on, but it’s too long. I went to adjust it today and realised that it’s already on maximum adjustment and still not tight, so I need to ring Burwin and get a new chain sent; only I can’t find the recipt.
Grr.
Then I rang the doctor’s surgery – they’ve not got any record of an Occy Health request… so the job is going to continue on the delayed front. I’m gonna leave a message for my ex-mentor, which I feel guilty about, I wanted to talk to her personally, but I can’t do much about it really…
Somehow, the lack of progress on that front is really getting to me. And leaves me feeling vaguely frustrated. No, really quite frustrated. That and I can’t go anywhere to get food for tonight, ‘cos I’m waiting for this exciting delivery. I am, however, getting quite… bored of watching TV. Having put all the books away – and given that Lauren’s not sure where the first of the two post-DA books are I’m kinda stuck without my PC. This one needs to be repaired before taking it to Canada, which is also on hold until I get the other PC working. I should order the new battery for this one though, otherwise I’m back to run-quickly-between-powerpoints mode, which isn’t much fun.
