so, the other full-time tech broke her hand and possibly some ribs last sunday. basically, this means my life is fucked. she can't do mammos, and apparently can't do anything else. she called out mon-wed, then again yesterday and today. meaning that she has worked 3 days in 2 weeks, and "work" meant sitting at a desk, scanning paperwork, while i pick up all the slack and do 30 mammos/day. yeah, poor her, she broke her hand (tho obviously not badly, and not displaced, as she's not casted, just splinted, and was told she'd be fine in 3 weeks) but seriously poor me. and fuck my boss. seriously. yes, we make our money doing mammograms, yes i'm the only tech. how is that my fault and why am i being punished for it?! i emailed him that i needed to scale back bookings (only slightly, literally cut back one or two per day) and he basically called me a cry baby in a staff-wide email. i'm so fucking frustrated and angry over the whole situation. i wanted to quit before, but never have i wanted it more. the moment we can find employement elsewhere for either josh or myself, i am fucking out of there. minimum amount of notice, because fuck them.
thankfully, i'll have some reprieve as of 4 pm tomorrow when i bust the fuck out of this city and head up to my mom's. it's the fall fair in town, and i'm going to do all the fun small town things that i not-so-secretly love. tomorrow night we'll watch team penning, saturday we'll see the horse show, check out the prize winning crafts, from kids' macaroni art to beautiful quilts. last time i was home, the weather was perfect for nature photography, and i didn't take my camera. I promised myself that i'd take my camera next time i went up, so naturally it's going to be cold and rainy all weekend. i'm taking my camera anyway tho, maybe i'll work on some action shots in the horse barns, who knows.
8 months after we got married, i finally started the tedious process of legally changing my name, today. my driver's license and vehicle registration now read "angela cavanagh", so that's pretty cool. getting used to a new signature is fuuuuucked and will take some practice. i guess next is my insurance (i called them today and they didn't return my call) and then banking/credit card shit. i'm not changing my health card yet, because i've still got the old red and white one i've had since i was born, and i'm not giving that up for the new photo card until it's absolutely necessary (which the dizzy broad at the ministry today told me will be 2014).
i need my husband to rub icy hot on my back. |
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