Yesterday, orientation and a few hours in the ED and I was very nervous; it didn’t seem to be coming back to me; I felt like I knew nothing and although I convinced myself not to stress too much about it; I found it a really hard day. Today was basically A&E as I remember it; stressful, insanely busy, targets and things that keep my right at the edge of my comfort zone. By which I mean that occasionally stray into my comfort zone, but spend most of my time looking at my comfort zone from the comfort of a place of me going ‘um, err, okay, like that is it?’. Today was, in fact, made of awesome. I am, however, quite tired. And being tired, one likes nice things to come home to.
I decided to go and collect my signed for package. This was, perhaps, a mistake. It was hot, and I am tired, so it did nothing to improve my mood; nor did discovering that my bike’s ignition lock has lost the two bolts that hold it in. It’s not especially convenient to get to either; and I need, obviously, to locate the right size bolts so I can get two new ones to hold it in. I’ve no idea why it came off, nor why the gear lever’s taken to falling off. Granted it’s managed it twice at remarkably sensible times (both times at traffic lights, while stationary, and on neither occasion has it been run over); the bloody thing *seems* tight when I get it on; and doesn’t seem to want to do up any tighter, but sadly the spanners I require are in the car… and the car is?
Well, the car’s still with the garage. They’ve had it since Thursday; It now being, uh, Tuesday I rang and found out that they still haven’t finished the service. Which is, to be honest, quite impressive. They hope to get it done tomorrow. A week for a service is quite something. Annoying; that’s it, annoying. We see now why Kate never lets other people work on her vehicles.
But that still wasn’t the highlight of my day. No, we’ve had several great bits. First was opening the package – that was *meant* to contain the last cap for the gas hob; one of the caps for one of the rings was missing – the guy e-mailed me even before it’d arrived to say ‘I found this, I forgot to send it’; now I don’t think I mentioned, but the hob has been slightly damaged in transit; it may be possible to straighten out the dings without too much in the way of evidence, but I’m not willing to pay that much for something (a) damaged and (b) damaged by poor packaging. Anyhow, as soon as I looked at the cap I thought ‘that’s not right, it’s the wrong colour and the wrong shape’; and taking it to the hob… it is indeed the wrong colour *and* the wrong shape. It does not match, it does not fit, and clearly didn’t come with the hob. I have e-mailed the seller again; but since I didn’t hear back after the first e-mail I suspect it’ll be dispute time. And if it comes to it, I’ll have to consider the small claims court.
*sighs*
Many times I’ve listed stuff on e-bay with shoddy descriptions, such as to shift a piece of crap; but I have always been accurate in the descriptions. They may have misdirected people (something I’m not particularly proud of), but there’s a difference between that and lying. But maybe this person really *has* sent the wrong one.
So then, having failed to get the car back, the hob, and such, I found that I didn’t win the taps. There’s a second set, which irritatingly come without their imperial -> metric adaptors. But still. People who persistently bid 30 seconds (actually, in this case 16 seconds) before the end of the auction should be barred from e-bay. Bloody mares.
And then I rang NHS Professionals; see I’ve not been paid for my shift in May; so I rang and discovered that my timesheet ‘hasn’t been processed’; so I rung the timesheet department who informed me that my timesheet’s not arrived. Fuck knows why. They can’t check if my other timesheet’s arrived, but it doesn’t matter because I won’t be paid until next fucking week anyway for my other shifts. IIrc, when I worked bank before, if you got your timesheets in by Tuesday you were paid at the end of the week. Fucking NHSP.
The reason I’m *quite* so ranty about this is I forgot, this month, what with all the stressors, to pay my council tax; but – I thought – it’s okay, I’ve got this money coming in extra, it should cover my council tax and servicing the car. Only, no. Because it’s not going to arrive; so now I’m going to have to pay the council tax out of credit card money, which is exactly what I didn’t want to do. ARGH.
See, I dealt with a new work environment, I dealt with patients running at the limits of my knowledge. I walked in to a department that was full (so instead of stocking up I spent time sorting out patients!); my morning was completely insane. That was fine. The bike didn’t want to do more than 75kmh all the way home, that was fine too (strong headwind); but not being paid for work, and them not being able to check anything about timesheets. I mean, the worst thing is they *know* I did the shift, they know the hours, and they know what break I was entitled to. But they won’t pay me until this sheet of paper arrives. Except that I no longer *have* that sheet of paper; though fortunately my old trust don’t keep the manager’s copy; so I will still have a copy after I’ve sent it off. I’d hurry, but I’m not going to be paid for 2 more fucking weeks anyway. Useless bloody people. How slow can you be to process timesheets?
