Meetings

So yesterday was my day off, and rather than going to school and then kicking back at home doing homework or maybe even going out with friends, what did I do? I spent 4 hours and 20 minutes at a mandatory OSHA safety review meeting. Woohoo!!! Okay, now there's some groundwork to this story. Allow me to start by saying that the meeting is rather on the dull side to begin with. The first time. Same OSHA bs, different job, different year. Last year I was "priviledged" to endure it not once, not twice, but approximately 3.5 times. Once for pre-employment, once for the unit's annual review, once in tech aide school, and 1/2 of it in PCT school. Yayyyyyyyyyyy!!! I also have to say that when you have to deal with it on a work day it's actually lovely, even if dull. It's nice because rather than running 'round sweating and stressing yourself out on the floor you can sit in the conference room, sip your drink (which is no longer allowed on the floor) and sit pretty, chillin' like the proverbial villain. Sadly it isn't so on a day off. To worsen matters I had to go to the Windsor unit, because the review meetings at my unit are impossible for me to attend due to school and lack of shift coverage. Whee! So off to Windsor I rushed after math. It's a smashing unit, small, new, not dilapidated. *sigh* The conference room is tiny! Weird. There were let's see....7 of us not counting the teacher, Russ, whom I adore. Russ is my old pal from Tech Aide school. He's divine, smashing to talk to. Okay...now comes the point. There are three types of people in meetings. First, and the most frequently aggravating in my world, we find Nodders. Nodders can be seen nodding emphatically at the points presented, behaving much as if they were the ones writing the presentation to begin with, as opposed to just some office shmuck forced to be there like the rest of the shmucks. We have a nodder at my unit. His name is Jay. Jay is King of the Shmucks. He sits and nods, periodically utters an affirmative, and shakes his head sadly at issues we as a staff are being counseled on. He seems to forget that he is generally the source of those issues...must be all that head shaking. Moving on, we have the Chatty Cathys. In fact, my meeting at Windsor was chock full of self proclaimed Chatty Cathys. They'd delve into irrelevent conversations on nearly every point, they'd make childish (and not in a good way, in an "I can't believe you just said that, I feel embarrassed for you" way) jokes about terribly entertaining past experiences. They chuckle, giggle, chortle and guffaw like giddy, socially stunted schoolchildren. It was horrific! I nearly died!!!! And the clinical manager was one of 'em! My boss wouldn't (hopefully) hire people like that, God love her! Why? Because she'd find them loathsome creatures, as I do. And even if there were people employed like that, she'd put a quick end to it. God! Where was she when I needed her?! We were supposed to be done at 4, right? At 3:50 we weren't yet halfway done. My poor friend Russ kept trying to steer us back into relevence and the Cathys would roll mercilessly over him, obliterating him, poor man. He was a shadow of his former self when we had at last finished. It was un-be-fucking-lievable. Forgive the language, pets, but I assure you it was most necessary.

The Cathys stem mainly from a strange, much feared breed of women. They are of the infamous We Have No Life of Our Own so Dialysis is Our Life tribe. But that's another blog.

ttfn dahhlings!