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I hate my job.
It's disorganised, badly thought through and badly designed in terms of work-flow, none of the computer systems work, everybody expects 5 times as much work out of you as you can actually give, you walk in in the morning and it's nothing but urgent crap over and over again, I spend almost all my time picking up mistakes that other people have made and checking up on other departments' faults and failures WHICH IS NOT EVEN SLIGHTLY MY JOB and I have acquired a reputation for being good at sorting out the crap when the shit hits the fan which is BLOODY ANNOYING because when the shit hits the fan it's ALWAYS ME that ends up clearing up the effing mess and the shit's ALWAYS hitting the fan and there's no staff and no money to hire any staff so I end up staying late and covering for people who are off sick AGAIN and I'm supposed to be going on holiday tomorrow and I'm going to have to stay late and get rid of a pile of crap before I go otherwise the shit will hit the fan and I'm SICK OF IT.
I'm sick of apologising to patients for things that aren't my fault, sick of going and getting casenotes to find documents to fax stuff through to other departments in the NHS because it's quicker than trying to convince certain lazy bastards elsewhere in the hospital to do their bloody job, sick of everyone conflating my ability with my capacity, sick of organising clinical procedures that I SHOULD NOT be organising, sick of teaching people the same basic thing about their computers again and again and again, sick of telling people how very simple words are spelled, sick of explaining to doctors that if they don't tell me what tests they've performed on a patient I don't know whether or not to keep the casenotes, which I MUST DO, because I am PARTICULARLY sick of trying to get casenotes from Medical fucking Records (Medical fucking BLACK HOLE is more appropriate - every week the pile of results and correspondence I have to align with notes so that the clinicians have the least fucking idea how they're relevant to the patient's history just gets larger, and larger, and larger, by roughly the same amount, month by month, because Records won't accept more than 3 requests per day by phone or 10 requests per day electronically (which 4 times out of 5 they simply ERASE ANYWAY)), sick of being told to AUDIT MY WORK by my manager whenever I point out that I'm doing too much (cos, hey, I have so much time to run audits) sick sick SICK of just generally being the decent ("oh, we really appreciate you!") guy that ALWAYS gets the THICK END OF THE FUCKING STICK.
I'm almost as sick of my job as I am of being told by potential alternative employers that they can't hire me because I'm...
"Too good".
Pant.
Pant.
Thank you for listening.
Please cheer me up by pointing out how much worse your job is.
And please tell me to stop posting to Barbelith. It's helping, but not helping at the same time. I won't pay any attention, but you probably should. |
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