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Kill me now...
May. 9th, 2003 05:06 pmThe office was closed today, no patients were seen. We had an all day, all hands, no exceptions, off-site meeting from HELL! Everybody goes and has to eat the rubber-chicken lunch. It started well enough, with fresh breakfast-y things, coffee, juice, pastries, etc. A few announcements, a funny question and answer session with the doctors, then a hysterical video made at one of the other clinics about the joys of difficult patients. Then we had all signed up for the "break-out" sessions, which were supposed to be fun and informative. I passed on relaxation techniques, and beginning self defense. I picked automotive basics, and investment strategies for women. The car session was run by a woman(!) who just happens to run the auto repair shop right next door to where I live!! I had no idea! How cool is that?! She explained the major workings of a car, and answered lots of questions that most men would think stupid, like which octane gas is best, which oil, how far can you drive if the "check engine" light goes on, how often should you rotate your tires, and why does you car stink when you first turn on the air conditioner. This gal was really cool, big, tough looking, but friendly with delicate, filthy hands! She rocked!
The investment strategies for women was OK. I mean, I have nothing to invest, but the guy was a good speaker. He had good advice about setting financial goals, and had some pretty interesting statistics about women and money. Here are some of my goals:
*Don't starve.
*Pay off hospital bills.
*Survive when alimony stops.
*Maybe go to England..
Things went downhill at lunch, which was the aformentioned rubber chicken. Actually, it was just a Ceasar salad with chicken on top, smothered in parmesan cheese from a can. That's ALL we got! There was a speaker while we ate, supposedly a local humor columnist, who wasn't even remotely funny. I'd rather we'd been able to talk amongst ourselves, I was sitting next to one of the doctors, who seems terribly nice, but I've hardly ever had a chance to talk to him. Then began a nearly three-hour ordeal of another guest speaker. She was fairly amusing and engaging, but she went on for FAR too long. One hour would have been plenty. She talked about generational differences in communication and perceptions. Towards the end we were all fidgeting mightily, after all it was 4:15 on a Friday afternoon! LET MY PEOPLE GO! A few really lame door prizes were given out and we were finally released, blinking into the sunshine of a beautiful day wasted while trapped indoors.
Oh, and I killed a plant. As a new employee, hired since the last all-staff meeting a year ago, I was given a lovely African violet plant, healthy and in full bloom. I stuck it in my car, it was cloudy and cool when I did this, but of course the sun came out at some point and the day grew warm. When I returned to my car at 4:30, this poor plant was dead as a doornail. I'm not good with plants...
So, that was my day, how about yours?
-Juliebata
The investment strategies for women was OK. I mean, I have nothing to invest, but the guy was a good speaker. He had good advice about setting financial goals, and had some pretty interesting statistics about women and money. Here are some of my goals:
*Don't starve.
*Pay off hospital bills.
*Survive when alimony stops.
*Maybe go to England..
Things went downhill at lunch, which was the aformentioned rubber chicken. Actually, it was just a Ceasar salad with chicken on top, smothered in parmesan cheese from a can. That's ALL we got! There was a speaker while we ate, supposedly a local humor columnist, who wasn't even remotely funny. I'd rather we'd been able to talk amongst ourselves, I was sitting next to one of the doctors, who seems terribly nice, but I've hardly ever had a chance to talk to him. Then began a nearly three-hour ordeal of another guest speaker. She was fairly amusing and engaging, but she went on for FAR too long. One hour would have been plenty. She talked about generational differences in communication and perceptions. Towards the end we were all fidgeting mightily, after all it was 4:15 on a Friday afternoon! LET MY PEOPLE GO! A few really lame door prizes were given out and we were finally released, blinking into the sunshine of a beautiful day wasted while trapped indoors.
Oh, and I killed a plant. As a new employee, hired since the last all-staff meeting a year ago, I was given a lovely African violet plant, healthy and in full bloom. I stuck it in my car, it was cloudy and cool when I did this, but of course the sun came out at some point and the day grew warm. When I returned to my car at 4:30, this poor plant was dead as a doornail. I'm not good with plants...
So, that was my day, how about yours?
-Juliebata
