Balls a la Wall
Well, today I finally snapped out of my work-funk. I had become clumsy and forgetful, which, I realized yesterday, is likely the result of residual election-depression, and the recent revelation that my grandma has a brain tumor.* But I had been a fucking disaster. Everything I did was wrong. I was discovering new mistakes, mistakes that nobody had ever made before. "How the fuck did that happen?" mistakes.
But anyhow, today I snapped out of it, and it's a GOOD GODDAMN THING I DID, because this morning the printer stopped working. Now, the printer is pretty important in the whole scheme of things. It's not necessary, really - you can still technically fill prescriptions - record in the computer that you're doing it, dispense the drugs, get price information from the insurance company. It's not like the computer itself going down, or the modem, or various insurance companies going offline unexpectedly (which has and does happen). But the printer does a lot of the low-end grunt work, that, when the printer is down, the technicians must do by hand. Eventually it got to the point where we could get it to print onto paper, but not onto labels; this resulted in a whole hell of a lot of cutting and taping suddenly being necessary. A whole. hell. of a lot.
I often like the whole bunker-mentality thing, but this was ridiculous. Apparently I'm obsessive-compulsive about right angles, and today was not conducive to right angles. When I work Saturdays and am the only tech there, the book of refill stickers is gorgeous, all perfect and angular and straight.
*It's probably benign, and it's probably going to not be the death of her. We find out more on Tuesday. Still, I've been a little freaked.
Well, today I finally snapped out of my work-funk. I had become clumsy and forgetful, which, I realized yesterday, is likely the result of residual election-depression, and the recent revelation that my grandma has a brain tumor.* But I had been a fucking disaster. Everything I did was wrong. I was discovering new mistakes, mistakes that nobody had ever made before. "How the fuck did that happen?" mistakes.
But anyhow, today I snapped out of it, and it's a GOOD GODDAMN THING I DID, because this morning the printer stopped working. Now, the printer is pretty important in the whole scheme of things. It's not necessary, really - you can still technically fill prescriptions - record in the computer that you're doing it, dispense the drugs, get price information from the insurance company. It's not like the computer itself going down, or the modem, or various insurance companies going offline unexpectedly (which has and does happen). But the printer does a lot of the low-end grunt work, that, when the printer is down, the technicians must do by hand. Eventually it got to the point where we could get it to print onto paper, but not onto labels; this resulted in a whole hell of a lot of cutting and taping suddenly being necessary. A whole. hell. of a lot.
I often like the whole bunker-mentality thing, but this was ridiculous. Apparently I'm obsessive-compulsive about right angles, and today was not conducive to right angles. When I work Saturdays and am the only tech there, the book of refill stickers is gorgeous, all perfect and angular and straight.
*It's probably benign, and it's probably going to not be the death of her. We find out more on Tuesday. Still, I've been a little freaked.
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