I'm glad your wife is okay and back home swiftly
@dennism and she didn't get hurt tremendously horribly (well it does sound rotten) and she didn't have to stick around too long.
I hate going on about the Virus formerly Known as COVID-19 as I am fairly certain it will be, but some of these regs make no
sense at all-- if your wife had gone and had to stay a long time I would have FLIPPED my lid as a spouse, etc. For her to go and stay a short while and return, the risk is hardly doubled if you had BOTH gone.
But don't mind me, although I find Public Healthcare fascinating, indeed and always have. I might have majored in it but you can't have Public Health and Community Health without meeting up with way too many rats. I don't care for them.
I don't think I am going to be employed much longer. I had one email interaction with my boss and it made me stabby. I also got email from my new FAVORITE doctor he is a gay man who also worked on reservations and like, lived in Florida and he is CRAYZEE smart and funny. He is one person who ever complimented an outfit I ever wore. LOL. We liked each other a bunch. He has been sending out gloomy emails about healthcare workers dying of covid and covid stories which, while I just congenitally am not sure I agreed with him on but I'm sort of an "eh," do what you want within reason" type gal, and his latest Covid story contained the tag, "Dr. Evil I apologize... I know you and I disagree on this but I feel the need to do it." Right there for everyone to read.
It really made me want to email, "Dr. F., like just listen from a person whose been here a LONG time, Don't Go There With Dr. Evil, he will turn your life into an unnecessary.... horror show." Like, I might call him with a warning that says, "Get out now" or something, he doesn't deserve to have happen to him what could happen, which is you enter the funhouse and like, twirl for a while until you are dizzy and poor and tragedy stricken."
I swear to God, if there were a way to sort of like, jump ahead 8 months via some sort of predictive statements people make to you on your first day, when you are wide eyed and innocent... to when you scuttle off like a freaking wet cat with your tail between your legs. Although he's NICE the new doc and is sensible but like, I was the nicest person to him while there, and he and I shared a certain form of intelligencia, I just kind of want to say do not make my same errors. Although he appears pretty chill and able to handle himself, he is just too nice. He got me in trouble by sending me all this stuff to do and whatnot, etc.
So yeah have not heard from my sister yet, but I'm going to have to not go back, regardless. For a woman who goes ON and ON about how she "carefully crafts" every email, my boss sure cannot FUC
ING read. I sent her something and like, she returned an email that was either PURPOSEFUL if she crafts every email or made me look bad, I wanted to email "Can you comprehend the written word? My saying, "I am about to call out for tomorrow" does not merit the response "PLEASE CALL OUT DON'T TELL me with the phone number in GIGANATIC followed by "They have to notify 100 people so like don't tell ME."
So, things will be happening I guess, and regardless of what my sister says, I am aiming to get my boss fired if nothing else or more, via things deserved. I mean, she ADOPTED this ADHD kid and was moaning about like, "I SO wish I could overmedicate him sometimes I can't take it." I mildly replied, "Really? That is a shame, my kid had ADHD and I couldn't wait for vacations and weekend so he could be himself. I love ADHD kids, they're so creative and fantastic and funny and free thinkers and spirits, etc."
Then I was like, "Maybe that's how you feel when you belong to a weirdo church that strongly PRESSURES you into adopting so they have more weirdos for the fold" but I did not say that part. I mean, obviously.
I AM in a black hate mode, but I can't go back I sort of have a feeling based on the RATHER dour reception I received to my FMLA request, well, I fairly sure they were getting ready to fire me on Monday morning but I don't know if I should feel grateful or happy about that, or whatnot. It's just a mess, all of it, and if I have to move more than one more time in my life I am going to deliberately spontaneously self combust, I am sure there's a trick to it, really.
I did yoga, it was fairly easy and muscle memory made it so it did not hurt but I was given vague nebulous ideas about where it was going to hurt... tomorrow.
Anna
They should give me a raise.
